<?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-22871843</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:57:54.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Retrac Family</title><subtitle type='html'>You've wandered in, expecting some great story-telling.  
Instead you'll find it's only mediocre...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>199</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-81228588390387126</id><published>2012-02-14T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T22:17:12.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kj_lvq6aRL4/TzsjpXQFvZI/AAAAAAAABWc/9u99YKg1gqE/s1600/SNC00068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kj_lvq6aRL4/TzsjpXQFvZI/AAAAAAAABWc/9u99YKg1gqE/s320/SNC00068.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-81228588390387126?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/81228588390387126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=81228588390387126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/81228588390387126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/81228588390387126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!!!'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kj_lvq6aRL4/TzsjpXQFvZI/AAAAAAAABWc/9u99YKg1gqE/s72-c/SNC00068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-8336624939214754039</id><published>2012-02-10T08:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T08:17:05.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things I love</title><content type='html'>Some things I love lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; When I hand something to Evan and he says with the most enthusiastic voice "thank you Momma!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pinterest.&amp;nbsp; I love seeing all the ideas that are there and it's amazing to see the creativity that is in the world.&amp;nbsp; If you need an invite, let me know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Nectarines.&amp;nbsp; I don't think I have ever had them before and I am trying to lose these extra inches, so I'm trying to eat more fruits and veggies.&amp;nbsp; I love peaches, but they weren't close to ripe.&amp;nbsp; But the nectarines looked tasty and Oh boy are they!&amp;nbsp; Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Yoga pants.&amp;nbsp; Comfortable.&amp;nbsp; Stretchy.&amp;nbsp; I look like I'm athletic when I wear them...&amp;nbsp; lol&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; My family.&amp;nbsp; Bon has been gone all this week and will be gone all next week, but I still love him.&amp;nbsp; I love Reagan because she is my little helper and fixer.&amp;nbsp; Sees me upset and tries to fix the problem.&amp;nbsp; Ryan because he's so cuddly and nice since he's been sick yesterday and today.&amp;nbsp; Ty...well, I guess because he is so cute.&amp;nbsp; He refused to change clothes this morning, so he is wearing the same ones he wore yesterday.&amp;nbsp; I sent a note to the teacher, so she wouldn't think I was neglecting him...&amp;nbsp; lol&amp;nbsp; And Evan because even though he is starting to throw more fits, they are mostly due to me not understanding him.&amp;nbsp; But he's my little boy.&amp;nbsp; Always by me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-8336624939214754039?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/8336624939214754039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=8336624939214754039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8336624939214754039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8336624939214754039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2012/02/some-things-i-love.html' title='Some things I love'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-1527662395476050137</id><published>2012-01-23T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T22:45:48.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our house</title><content type='html'>We put our house on the market last week.&amp;nbsp; No interest so far, but the market is starting to pick up after the winter lull.&amp;nbsp; http://www.allentate.com/DesktopDefault.aspx?pageid=11&amp;amp;pagealias=ListingDetail&amp;amp;ListingID=2106902&amp;amp;Region=&amp;amp;ListingPosition=1&amp;amp;From=QuickSearch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Duluth this weekend to do some house hunting.&amp;nbsp; I fell in love with one, but who knows if it will still be available when we actually need it.&amp;nbsp; It is in Buford, GA, which is where the Mall of Georgia is.&amp;nbsp; Our realtor's wife said that any store you could ever think of is there.&amp;nbsp; Sounds like I might need a weekend to myself to find out!&amp;nbsp; ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon is out of town again this week.&amp;nbsp; He will be back Saturday morning.&amp;nbsp; He will be gone again for a couple of days next week too, I think.&amp;nbsp; Let's just say that melatonin is my bedtime friend for the older kids.&amp;nbsp; I got a bottle of 1 mg pills that dissolve and Bon cut them in half.&amp;nbsp; I give them one half at bedtime and it seems to calm them down and I'm not fighting them to stay in bed, just one more drink, come lay with me, I can't sleep, etc. that is the normal bedtime routine.&amp;nbsp; I reason that it could be worse.&amp;nbsp; I could be giving them Nyquil or Benedryll.&amp;nbsp; Melatonin is already in our bodies, I'm just giving it a boost.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-1527662395476050137?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/1527662395476050137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=1527662395476050137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1527662395476050137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1527662395476050137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-house.html' title='Our house'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-7155962538179371188</id><published>2012-01-13T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:17:19.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>emotions</title><content type='html'>trying to post this on my kindle while waiting in the carpool line. &amp;nbsp;hm...why didn't i think of this before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. &amp;nbsp;quickly jotting it down that today the realtor is taking pictures and then tomorrow we sit down and do the paperwork to put our house on the market. &amp;nbsp;very bittersweet emotions right now. &amp;nbsp;excited for what the future holds, anxious about the present,and sad about all the memories we've made, the friends we'll leave behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind of feeling like sitting down for a good cry and then going out for ice cream. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-7155962538179371188?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/7155962538179371188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=7155962538179371188' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/7155962538179371188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/7155962538179371188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2012/01/emotions.html' title='emotions'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-7337118368186022560</id><published>2012-01-10T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:56:41.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Birthday Evan!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmBxA7ge_Gc/TwZcpIb0dsI/AAAAAAAABVs/YuG9JX4p58w/s1600/december2011%2B022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmBxA7ge_Gc/TwZcpIb0dsI/AAAAAAAABVs/YuG9JX4p58w/s400/december2011%2B022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; 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Mt. Holly is where she was taking tumbling and they were able to participate in the parade again this year. I'm glad it wasn't as cold as last year, but it was still chilly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we waited for the parade to start I snapped a few pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan. So handsome. So ornery. So loveable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dX5Nh5w88yI/TwZftvlY51I/AAAAAAAABV4/GVkzDgqWdXw/s1600/december2011%2B027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dX5Nh5w88yI/TwZftvlY51I/AAAAAAAABV4/GVkzDgqWdXw/s400/december2011%2B027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this one because you can see Ty's eyes peeking back at me as he whispers something into Evan's ear. Up to trouble probably. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oGXGp9bqcNo/TwZftxEGG5I/AAAAAAAABWI/6dskFjdbclM/s1600/december2011%2B035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oGXGp9bqcNo/TwZftxEGG5I/AAAAAAAABWI/6dskFjdbclM/s400/december2011%2B035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, almost the end of the parade comes Main St. Dance Works! She was so excited to be in the parade again, especially because she knew the steps to the little routine they did while they marched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hc4937fxVFo/TwZfuhb0xbI/AAAAAAAABWQ/Oc_Iy5TQV10/s1600/december2011%2B040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hc4937fxVFo/TwZfuhb0xbI/AAAAAAAABWQ/Oc_Iy5TQV10/s400/december2011%2B040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-4039206893888031244?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/4039206893888031244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=4039206893888031244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/4039206893888031244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/4039206893888031244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2012/01/holiday-parade.html' title='Holiday Parade'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dX5Nh5w88yI/TwZftvlY51I/AAAAAAAABV4/GVkzDgqWdXw/s72-c/december2011%2B027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-847173777919739829</id><published>2012-01-03T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T22:23:37.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>black eyes</title><content type='html'>Two of our kids have had black eyes in less than a month.&amp;nbsp; First was Ty, when a friend's head and his nose collided.&amp;nbsp; Resulted in a broken nose and left some bruising under his eyes.&amp;nbsp; More under his right eye than his left one.&amp;nbsp; Then Evan tried to climb up on our bed and slipped, hit his eye on the box springs and instant swelling and a scrape.&amp;nbsp; Poor little guy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-847173777919739829?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/847173777919739829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=847173777919739829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/847173777919739829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/847173777919739829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2012/01/black-eyes.html' title='black eyes'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-4661087530246839335</id><published>2012-01-02T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T22:25:10.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Ah, here comes 2012.&amp;nbsp; Time marches on and the year is going to move forward, whether or not I keep up with it.&amp;nbsp; It always feels like I have the best of intentions and then I forget or get lazy and nothing gets done.&amp;nbsp; Then I end up disappointed with myself and/or the situation and just get discouraged and so then nothing gets done because I'm just too sad to do anything!&amp;nbsp; It's like a catch 22.&amp;nbsp; I, however, have decided that after watching my mother-in-law chase after my kids with more energy than I had, I needed to do something.&amp;nbsp; (My comma use is horrible, so please forgive me my English degree'd sister's-in-law.) (and I don't think "degree'd" is even a word.&amp;nbsp; Since it is my blog, I can make up words.)&amp;nbsp; AAAAnyway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would share with you a couple of my resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hw"&gt;res·o·lu·tion&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;(r&lt;img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/ebreve.gif" /&gt;z&lt;img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/lprime.gif" /&gt;&lt;img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/schwa.gif" /&gt;-l&lt;img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/oomacr.gif" /&gt;&lt;img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/prime.gif" /&gt;sh&lt;img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/schwa.gif" /&gt;n)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt; The state or quality of being resolute; firm determination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;Maybe it would be easier if I call them "Firm Determinations" instead of resolutions.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt; 1. Lose some weight.&amp;nbsp; Exercise, eating right.&amp;nbsp; I'm at my heaviest weight and it's so discouraging.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Make more dinners. We eat far too much quick foods.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;3. (this one will make sense if you've seen any Mormonads.)&amp;nbsp; I wrote this one down on the chalkboard in my kitchen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Patience: use it before you lose it."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I need to work on this one a lot because I often feel so short tempered and I hate that about myself.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;4. Blog more.&amp;nbsp; Keep in contact with family more.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;So, there you have it.&amp;nbsp; Call me out on them.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-4661087530246839335?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/4661087530246839335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=4661087530246839335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/4661087530246839335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/4661087530246839335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2012/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-6047639679100025048</id><published>2011-10-16T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T21:22:04.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest of Nassau</title><content type='html'>These are from when we got back on the ship at Nassau. We learned that this set of buildings is the Atlantis resort. They filmed Casino Royale there. (I guess...I didn't see the movie.) We actually drove by it/into it to drop off the people we shared a cab with on the way to the beach. We were told it was crazy expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e5GVrc5R_G8/TpuRQeEsCjI/AAAAAAAABSg/80DDlEKbGzE/s1600/cruise%2B044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e5GVrc5R_G8/TpuRQeEsCjI/AAAAAAAABSg/80DDlEKbGzE/s400/cruise%2B044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the buildings that we had to walk through to get to the markets and into the city. They checked our passports to get back to the ship in this building. There were some small kiosks set up in there too. I just think the colors of everything is so pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0zWZyTKyDig/TpuRQl5ViSI/AAAAAAAABSs/qqFElQ8htts/s1600/cruise%2B046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0zWZyTKyDig/TpuRQl5ViSI/AAAAAAAABSs/qqFElQ8htts/s400/cruise%2B046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A view of the rest of the buldings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jlne52ogwL4/TpuRQ3CpA5I/AAAAAAAABS4/8FuhQqUD0Yo/s1600/cruise%2B047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jlne52ogwL4/TpuRQ3CpA5I/AAAAAAAABS4/8FuhQqUD0Yo/s400/cruise%2B047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view of a really cute guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tIenLtocBRU/TpuRRZzAICI/AAAAAAAABTI/op7FmsIudCo/s1600/cruise%2B049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tIenLtocBRU/TpuRRZzAICI/AAAAAAAABTI/op7FmsIudCo/s400/cruise%2B049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7XknT4tye1Q/TpuRSGPRXTI/AAAAAAAABTQ/P6_pwgI-j1k/s1600/cruise%2B050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7XknT4tye1Q/TpuRSGPRXTI/AAAAAAAABTQ/P6_pwgI-j1k/s400/cruise%2B050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top deck of our ship had a mini-golf course, but if you can see beyond the beauty of that ;), you notice the HA-UGE Disney cruise ship that we were beside. Huge. We had cruise envy for a little bit. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rv9A4tV0TPk/TpuRSFb6MzI/AAAAAAAABTg/nUpFhJceqeY/s1600/cruise%2B052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rv9A4tV0TPk/TpuRSFb6MzI/AAAAAAAABTg/nUpFhJceqeY/s400/cruise%2B052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Huge. ;)&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-6047639679100025048?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/6047639679100025048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=6047639679100025048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6047639679100025048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6047639679100025048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2011/10/rest-of-nassau.html' title='The rest of Nassau'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e5GVrc5R_G8/TpuRQeEsCjI/AAAAAAAABSg/80DDlEKbGzE/s72-c/cruise%2B044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-7301307585681613133</id><published>2011-10-16T18:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T21:23:23.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying the pictures again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CTQ18kyyoG4/TptpRNuxApI/AAAAAAAABPo/NVyQ7ekwlSQ/s1600/cruise%2B021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CTQ18kyyoG4/TptpRNuxApI/AAAAAAAABPo/NVyQ7ekwlSQ/s400/cruise%2B021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuff they made from the cans. Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aSGjv5MZU0s/TptpRAM1KGI/AAAAAAAABP4/2NYiPS-0dm4/s1600/cruise%2B023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aSGjv5MZU0s/TptpRAM1KGI/AAAAAAAABP4/2NYiPS-0dm4/s400/cruise%2B023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artwork on building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A45tUTD11oU/TptpSEsD7ZI/AAAAAAAABQA/Nn_pML-s3DI/s1600/cruise%2B025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A45tUTD11oU/TptpSEsD7ZI/AAAAAAAABQA/Nn_pML-s3DI/s400/cruise%2B025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clock tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vNA9Qb0Jieg/TptpSSisl_I/AAAAAAAABQI/4uk2QAly6HA/s1600/cruise%2B026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vNA9Qb0Jieg/TptpSSisl_I/AAAAAAAABQI/4uk2QAly6HA/s400/cruise%2B026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man that carved in the marketplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xvZJdIELlRc/TptpSdJZi5I/AAAAAAAABQc/SzhfTjXY8JM/s1600/cruise%2B028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xvZJdIELlRc/TptpSdJZi5I/AAAAAAAABQc/SzhfTjXY8JM/s400/cruise%2B028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random shot of just a teeny bit of the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eprrpwpjY1c/TptpTdZ2KcI/AAAAAAAABQk/N0iZGEJyZGU/s1600/cruise%2B027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eprrpwpjY1c/TptpTdZ2KcI/AAAAAAAABQk/N0iZGEJyZGU/s400/cruise%2B027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a small elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4vYhusliM74/TptpTklZxPI/AAAAAAAABQw/kQo-BjBygW4/s1600/cruise%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4vYhusliM74/TptpTklZxPI/AAAAAAAABQw/kQo-BjBygW4/s400/cruise%2B029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shells the guy was getting right by the ships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uG4JtUZ9JM0/TptpURcEqbI/AAAAAAAABQ4/3Pg961Ucx1g/s1600/cruise%2B030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uG4JtUZ9JM0/TptpURcEqbI/AAAAAAAABQ4/3Pg961Ucx1g/s400/cruise%2B030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hunky hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W3OMQuzaMHQ/TptpUbJtTnI/AAAAAAAABRM/q0NNWgJwOZs/s1600/cruise%2B032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W3OMQuzaMHQ/TptpUbJtTnI/AAAAAAAABRM/q0NNWgJwOZs/s400/cruise%2B032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zbwRpHpF_H0/TptpVfz5_9I/AAAAAAAABRU/vWv0alKUy0s/s1600/cruise%2B036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zbwRpHpF_H0/TptpVfz5_9I/AAAAAAAABRU/vWv0alKUy0s/s400/cruise%2B036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying every minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I0xlW0n0J1I/TptpVkUVKhI/AAAAAAAABRg/etjUwer0rKQ/s1600/cruise%2B038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I0xlW0n0J1I/TptpVkUVKhI/AAAAAAAABRg/etjUwer0rKQ/s400/cruise%2B038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you Shanel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-quWNtKDmNyE/TptpV-qVqyI/AAAAAAAABRo/p2w_QcDk2RM/s1600/cruise%2B039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-quWNtKDmNyE/TptpV-qVqyI/AAAAAAAABRo/p2w_QcDk2RM/s400/cruise%2B039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our crazy taxi driver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SWyNfGXln-4/TptpW-fcUsI/AAAAAAAABR4/v0Z_Q0FueRY/s1600/cruise%2B041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SWyNfGXln-4/TptpW-fcUsI/AAAAAAAABR4/v0Z_Q0FueRY/s400/cruise%2B041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: NONE;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&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/22871843-7301307585681613133?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/7301307585681613133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=7301307585681613133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/7301307585681613133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/7301307585681613133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2011/10/tying-pictures-again.html' title='Trying the pictures again....'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CTQ18kyyoG4/TptpRNuxApI/AAAAAAAABPo/NVyQ7ekwlSQ/s72-c/cruise%2B021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-1406835137098569140</id><published>2011-10-12T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T12:31:53.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our cruise Nassau</title><content type='html'>We cruise went to Nassau, Bahamas first. We decided to stop by the markets first. I didn't want any jewelry, which a lot of the stores in the marketplace were. Cartier, del Sol, Coach...tons of fancy shops. I needed sunglasses. We stopped in a couple of small shops, but they were $15, which I don't even pay in the U.S. We found a shop that had them for 10. Not bad. They were designer knock offs and I got them for 8 because there was some small damage to them, that doesn't even effect them. Anyway. So I have new sunglasses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked by these guys setting up. They had made these things from old soda cans. They were so neat. I wish we would have bought one. They boys would have loved it. (sidenote: our neighbors are going in december, i might have them get one for us...) They had trains, plains, helicopters, guitars...lots of cool stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/71add9c08de01081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/71add9c08de01081.jpg?size=400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/b9951f9f9e2237f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/b9951f9f9e2237f8.jpg?size=400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful city. I felt like it had/has a lot of history. I liked the simplicity of this clock tower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/2b618541393b3b09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/2b618541393b3b09.jpg?size=400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the artwork on the side of this building too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/31e826c8cee27435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/31e826c8cee27435.jpg?size=400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man was carving all sorts of things. I think he might have been one of the men that called Bon "Rambo". It was a boost of ego to walk through the markets. The women would call out, Hey beautiful what can I help you pick out?, etc. They called the boys "Rambo". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/651c43b906ea1de7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/651c43b906ea1de7.jpg?size=400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of wooden tchotchkes. We bought an elephant and I got a figure of a man and woman dancing. If we had an endless budget, I would have gotten more, it was just all so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/a89e6583728ba371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/a89e6583728ba371.jpg?size=400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/aa7201ce072860a9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/aa7201ce072860a9.jpg?size=400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a guy diving down and pulling these up. It was kind of an odd spot, since if you panned the camera up, you would see a couple of big cruise ships docked. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/82d33df45337858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/82d33df45337858.jpg?size=400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping, we took a taxi to a beach. It was so gorgeous! The sand was white and had big granules, unlike the beaches in SC, where the sand is very fine. The water was blue and clear. We could see little schools of fish swimming and there was a bigger fish swimming around. We weren't sure what kind of bigger fish it was, but no one wanted to get close enough to see. lol Everyone just tried to avoid it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/256dd0d8a218d320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/256dd0d8a218d320.jpg?size=400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome Bon. We would find out later, that I didn't rub sunscreen on his back as well as I thought I had. Ooops. lol ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/1ebda4bcd6b2677e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/1ebda4bcd6b2677e.jpg?size=400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the beach. We enjoyed people watching, reading and I think we even napped. lol I don't know how, since there was a bar (where those steps are by Bon's head) that had huge speakers playing music.) At one point we moved our towels into the shade. We really loved this day. It was fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/25523180dfa27242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/25523180dfa27242.jpg?size=400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little story about going back to the ship. We had to take a taxi back to the port. When we walked out from the beach area, there were some taxi drivers there waiting, along with two other couples. The drivers try to fill their van up to capacity, but when getting paid $4 a person, I don't think they should complain. ;) Anyway, the other couples had come together and were vocal about having enough and going back. They were hilarious. The driver was insistent that we wait. So he had us pile into his van. The one guy was like "this isn't cool! This is how roadside bombings happen!!" I guess he was an ex-marine. So after a couple of minutes, this other taxi pulls up beside us, (cause remember, we are just sitting in a parked van), has Jamaican music BLARING from his speakers, says get in! So we pile out and then pile back in to his taxi. He had been sitting with the other drivers and thought it was dumb the other guy was making us wait. So we get driven back to the port. And this guy is SCARY driving!!! lol But the other people that we shared the cab with were hilarious, so that made the ride fun! At one point, the driver bumps into another car. The driver of the car gets out, checks to see if there was damage and then got back in her car. Crazy!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did happen to get this very bad picture as we were driving. For you, Shanel! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/45f50d656df943d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/45f50d656df943d2.jpg?size=400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our crazy driver!! Too bad you don't have the full experience with the music and the cars all around! Once we got out, it was nice because one of the other couples paid for our ride. They were heading to a local bar, so we tried to give them money to buy a drink (equal amount of what we would have paid the taxi) but they refused. So nice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/1f483a404ef30f48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://localhost:2044/ad9df05682f1d1e44ceae905583d3fb3/image/1f483a404ef30f48.jpg?size=400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will finish up more posts later. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-1406835137098569140?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/1406835137098569140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=1406835137098569140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1406835137098569140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1406835137098569140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-cruise-nassau.html' title='Our cruise Nassau'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-3782182911696579055</id><published>2011-10-12T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T11:46:02.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Cruise part 1</title><content type='html'>We are so thankful to Bon's mom who came and watched the kids for us while we went on our little getaway. We had a great time and enjoyed spending time with each other. It was good for our marriage (which is never bad) and good for our souls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are in our room. woooo...exciting. We had just gotten there and we really were excited. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEl-bUdRMbk/TpXEOhQrVFI/AAAAAAAABOU/SHasxJ3IzhU/s1600/cruise%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEl-bUdRMbk/TpXEOhQrVFI/AAAAAAAABOU/SHasxJ3IzhU/s400/cruise%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once everyone was on the ship, they make you take part in the evacuation plan thingy before debarkation. It was hilarious being lined up on the deck. I was grateful that we were on the outer row, since there were 4 rows of people. We all joked about being herded like cattle. :) And we were nervous about the Coast Guard boat that had a guy with a BIG gun.. We were thinking he might want an opportunity to use it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GZ_jEoCcyWw/TpXEOs7lZ5I/AAAAAAAABOc/_Vpxrzbmbfs/s1600/cruise%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GZ_jEoCcyWw/TpXEOs7lZ5I/AAAAAAAABOc/_Vpxrzbmbfs/s400/cruise%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While leaving the port, we spotted dolphins! It was so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFAWqHTjvD4/TpXEO_r3c8I/AAAAAAAABOw/3fSb4bT5x40/s1600/cruise%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFAWqHTjvD4/TpXEO_r3c8I/AAAAAAAABOw/3fSb4bT5x40/s400/cruise%2B011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were escorted by the Coast Guard out into the open waters. They shoo'd boats away that would get too close. There was extra protection leaving because it was Sept. 10. They were being extra precautious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t12-GV7cvNQ/TpXEPv_rHhI/AAAAAAAABO4/YaBOuIPVepY/s1600/cruise%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t12-GV7cvNQ/TpXEPv_rHhI/AAAAAAAABO4/YaBOuIPVepY/s400/cruise%2B012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned to our room later, we found a dog that our room steward had made for us. He left a different animal each night. It was fun to see what he would make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dR501t3BZ20/TpXEQUIz_KI/AAAAAAAABPE/fh87wJpCk7c/s1600/cruise%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dR501t3BZ20/TpXEQUIz_KI/AAAAAAAABPE/fh87wJpCk7c/s400/cruise%2B017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't get over how blue the water was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J6I8q98grXg/TpXEReDCQKI/AAAAAAAABPU/b1St2c3bVm0/s1600/cruise%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J6I8q98grXg/TpXEReDCQKI/AAAAAAAABPU/b1St2c3bVm0/s400/cruise%2B019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was right after my sunglasses fell into the great big blue ocean. lol I could feel them slipping but was too late to grab them off my head. Oh well. Good excuse to buy a new pair!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon and I look all hot and sweaty in this picture because we had been in the adult only "Serenity" part. It is comprised of lounge chairs and two hot tubs. It was nice because it was so quiet on that part of the ship. No loud music or people smoking. We visited that section a lot because it was "serene". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VyUlZDGw8kY/TpXESY6Qe9I/AAAAAAAABPc/tnnILxhk6ws/s1600/cruise%2B020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VyUlZDGw8kY/TpXESY6Qe9I/AAAAAAAABPc/tnnILxhk6ws/s400/cruise%2B020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-3782182911696579055?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/3782182911696579055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=3782182911696579055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/3782182911696579055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/3782182911696579055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-cruise-part-1.html' title='Our Cruise part 1'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEl-bUdRMbk/TpXEOhQrVFI/AAAAAAAABOU/SHasxJ3IzhU/s72-c/cruise%2B005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-1525451955283932898</id><published>2011-09-02T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T21:30:27.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh you guys....</title><content type='html'>pretending to read my blog and bug me for updates.&amp;nbsp; Psh.&amp;nbsp; So nice of you.&amp;nbsp; ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August went by in a rush.&amp;nbsp; We signed the boys up for fall sports.&amp;nbsp; Ryan is playing machine pitch baseball and Ty is playing soccer, with Bon being an assistant coach for his team.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan's practices are an hour and a half, which is great if I don't have the rest of the kids, because I sit in the car and read.&amp;nbsp; Bon came for a little while, to a scrimmage and said that I would be in charge of Ryan's practices.&amp;nbsp; He was bored after 10 minutes.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Ryan still needs work with hustling and with hitting and throwing...and well...with the whole sport really.&amp;nbsp; lol&amp;nbsp; He is doing a great job though.&amp;nbsp; Tonight at practice he caught a pop fly in the most nonchalant way that all the adults there started laughing and clapped.&amp;nbsp; It almost looked like he was shocked he caught it too!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only been to one of Ty's practices, but he looks like he's enjoying it.&amp;nbsp; He wears a serious face when he's playing.&amp;nbsp; I think he's biting the insides of his cheeks, so hopefully he won't bite through them if he gets knocked around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan just had her first tumbling class yesterday.&amp;nbsp; She is taking tumbling at the same place she took dance last year.&amp;nbsp; She is excited to be learning new things and has been working on her cartwheels.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan, sadly, is not in any sports.&amp;nbsp; The underwater basket weaving class had no more spots open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started on the 25th!!!&amp;nbsp; We had open houses on Monday and Tuesday to take in supplies and meet their teachers.&amp;nbsp; Reagan is in third grade, has the same teacher as last year and was excited to go back.&amp;nbsp; Ryan is in second grade, at Belmont Central with Reagan now, has a really nice teacher and has earned the privilege of "eating with a buddy" at the visitor's table because of good behavior.&amp;nbsp; Ty is in kindergarten!!!!&amp;nbsp; He has a really nice teacher also.&amp;nbsp; The first day he went was Friday, and it was just a half day for him.&amp;nbsp; Then he started full time on Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; It was bittersweet to see him go.&amp;nbsp; He really is my little sweetheart, reminds me a lot of myself.&amp;nbsp; But it's been oh so quiet with him gone.&amp;nbsp; aaahhhhhh.....&amp;nbsp; ;)&amp;nbsp; When I picked him up on his first day, I asked if he made any friends.&amp;nbsp; He responded with "of course!!!&amp;nbsp; That's how I meeted Hayden!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon has been traveling a bit for work lately.&amp;nbsp; He was in MN last week.&amp;nbsp; Was supposed to go to GA this week for a couple of days, but plans got changed, and instead he just has to work a little on Monday.&amp;nbsp; Next week he goes to VA for a day.&amp;nbsp; I know work really stresses him out.&amp;nbsp; But I appreciate all he does for us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been keeping busy trying to stay sane this summer.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how well I did.&amp;nbsp; I finished up the laundry pedestal and shelf.&amp;nbsp; Now to just get the things on it organized and not have it be another catch-all.&amp;nbsp; I painted the main bathroom upstairs, but I don't love it.&amp;nbsp; It's too orange.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I'm smooshed in a can of pumpkin, waiting to be plopped out and made into cookies.&amp;nbsp; lol&amp;nbsp; I will definetly repaint at some point.&amp;nbsp; I'm thinking about trying the board and batten thing....My next project is making a cat box cabinet.&amp;nbsp; Right now I just have a cover over it that lifts off to clean the cat box.&amp;nbsp; I have the supplies to start, just not the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon and I are headed on a cruise (as long as we don't get another hurricane!!) starting the 10th of Sept.&amp;nbsp; We are both looking forward to time together.&amp;nbsp; His mom is coming to watch the kids.&amp;nbsp; I really hope they don't wear her out too bad.&amp;nbsp; They are excited to see her.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; I am hoping that maybe she'll want to organize my plasticware while I'm gone.&amp;nbsp; *hint hint*&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...tis all for now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-1525451955283932898?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/1525451955283932898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=1525451955283932898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1525451955283932898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1525451955283932898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-you-guys.html' title='Oh you guys....'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-3630393382355875289</id><published>2011-07-24T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T13:37:58.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rambling</title><content type='html'>Since my last post was "enlightening", I of course have to have another post to bring you off of that high.&amp;nbsp; ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week or so, I have just been feeling blah.&amp;nbsp; Not sick or under the weather, just a lull of happiness.&amp;nbsp; I've been feeling unappreciated/overlooked/underpaid (ha!), unheard, just...like my only goal in life is to clean up after my kids and be the maid of the house.&amp;nbsp; Just nod my head and go along with whatever they need/want.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's so frustrating!&amp;nbsp; Bon asked if I follow through.&amp;nbsp; I don't know.&amp;nbsp; I think I do, but they just don't seem to care.&amp;nbsp; I'm just Mom and not a person to them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he told the kids that our family is like a swim team and if someone stops swimming, then they drown and/or don't go anywhere.&amp;nbsp; He told them that I feel like they have stopped swimming and they need to start swimming so our family doesn't drown.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is great, but I still get the feeling that once the week goes on, we will be floundering again.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it is me.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I am the one who needs to change.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-3630393382355875289?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/3630393382355875289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=3630393382355875289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/3630393382355875289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/3630393382355875289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2011/07/rambling.html' title='rambling'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-4385040983546126250</id><published>2011-07-07T22:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T22:36:40.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being whole</title><content type='html'>The other day I looked in the mirror and nit picked my body.  I saw everything that was wrong with it (in the eyes of me.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then as I rocked Evan to sleep, I sat pondering about my body.  How whole it is.  How I need to be more grateful for the things it can do and care less about what I wish it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head can perform 4 out of the 5 senses.  That's pretty awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms can hold my kids, give hugs, fix boo boos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs can chase my kids in a game of tag, pick up my kids for "airplane" rides, warm up cold feet underneath the covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back can give piggy back rides, horsey rides, bend down to pick up and soothe away tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart.  It can burst with pride.  Fill with love.  Ache with I shoulda's.  Shoulda said I loved more, hugged more, said I was proud more, said I was sorry more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body, although not perfect in my eyes, is perfectly perfect.  It does what it needs to do, what it can do.  It has done a lot, performed miracles even.  (if you think about growing a baby as being a miracle) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's whole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-4385040983546126250?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/4385040983546126250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=4385040983546126250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/4385040983546126250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/4385040983546126250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2011/07/being-whole.html' title='Being whole'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-8046867255986579668</id><published>2011-07-06T19:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T19:57:52.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>I feel like I put pretty high expectations upon myself.  Must do this, must do that, must have this and that done, must, must, must.  (I do not want a bigger bust.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these expectations really stress me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the hard part of all this is...I can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop beating myself up over the fact that I never have the whole house clean at the same time.  Or that my clothes sit in piles on my bedroom floor because the last step in laundry taunts me and buries me under it's guise of being ever so hard, when it's ever so easy.  And then I put the clothes away and think, Ahhh...no more laundry, so like a fool I don't do it for ....a while... and there it all is again.  Then I wonder how many times do I need to repeat this cycle before I can snap out of it?  lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to do projects.  To build things.  To create/copy.  I am also really good at starting something and never finishing it.  Or trying to cram a months worth of projects into a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the easy fix would be to lower my expectations.  Right?  Sounds easy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's super hard because as I look around and see the state of disaster that is my house, I think..."I'm pretty sure my expectations are somewhere around -80."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what a good night's rest and tomorrow will bring.  More energy and time to make the negative into positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have figured out why I can't lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--S5u98V5-Bk/ThUEEo02alI/AAAAAAAABMY/yvZViarA2j0/s1600/stressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--S5u98V5-Bk/ThUEEo02alI/AAAAAAAABMY/yvZViarA2j0/s320/stressed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626407787194378834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-8046867255986579668?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/8046867255986579668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=8046867255986579668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8046867255986579668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8046867255986579668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2011/07/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--S5u98V5-Bk/ThUEEo02alI/AAAAAAAABMY/yvZViarA2j0/s72-c/stressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-8111295808737949604</id><published>2011-06-21T10:12:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T11:41:42.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving y'all something to look at...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x3pFY23pcis/TgC97g462jI/AAAAAAAABJQ/hQ8g51FAfBs/s1600/June2011%2B298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x3pFY23pcis/TgC97g462jI/AAAAAAAABJQ/hQ8g51FAfBs/s320/June2011%2B298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620701165096983090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how people do it!  I feel like I'm running in the same spot trying to play catch up and people just whizz right by with an easy pace!  Phew!  And I'm dog tired!  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early May was Reagan's dance recital.  Her class performed to three songs.  She did really good and it was obvious of her oldest sibling status.  If the girls didn't move fast enough off the stage in front of her, she kind of shooed them and gathered them.  She won a trophy and was very happy about that (everyone got one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FkJ7_xhyxFg/TgC-042RkdI/AAAAAAAABJY/WdTZQ8h9l4A/s1600/June2011%2B282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FkJ7_xhyxFg/TgC-042RkdI/AAAAAAAABJY/WdTZQ8h9l4A/s320/June2011%2B282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620702150780883410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b1efZmXUVLE/TgDAGxVG60I/AAAAAAAABJg/1N9YnziBMtc/s1600/June2011%2B284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b1efZmXUVLE/TgDAGxVG60I/AAAAAAAABJg/1N9YnziBMtc/s320/June2011%2B284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620703557511998274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then from there, it was the last month of school busy-ness.  Class parties, field days, etc.  Reagan and Ryan did miss a week for my grandma's funeral, but they hopped right back into the swing of things upon returning.  Reagan's record was brought to council because she had missed one too many days of school.  But because she is a super student, it was fine.  Just annoying.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently called to be Activity Days Leader (I think I was called end of February?).  It is fun to be able to go with Reagan, although she does act kinda naughty since I am there.  ;)  We are taking July and August off, although, I don't know if that was because the lady doing it before is a teacher and that was her way, or if that is how the primary wants it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June brought Ryan's 7th birthday!  He had Christian spend the night and Bon took Ryan, Christian, Reagan and Ty bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7xTSV-gyBqI/TgDAHd72yBI/AAAAAAAABJo/csILGXpGh60/s1600/June2011%2B303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7xTSV-gyBqI/TgDAHd72yBI/AAAAAAAABJo/csILGXpGh60/s320/June2011%2B303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620703569485678610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 10th was the kids last day of school.  We did the tradition of going out somewhere after school to get a treat.  I had asked Reagan earlier in the week about our tradition and she didn't know we had one.  Um...maybe it's more for me?  I pick them up the first and last day of school and we go to Sonic or Dairy Queen and get ice cream.  This year it was Dairy Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHGu18lmd6k/TgDA44N3wBI/AAAAAAAABJw/pPWzH3vcbac/s1600/June2011%2B316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHGu18lmd6k/TgDA44N3wBI/AAAAAAAABJw/pPWzH3vcbac/s320/June2011%2B316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620704418354151442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SdAlJebJZLY/TgDA5JvONqI/AAAAAAAABJ4/jCFIKVCbIkI/s1600/June2011%2B321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SdAlJebJZLY/TgDA5JvONqI/AAAAAAAABJ4/jCFIKVCbIkI/s320/June2011%2B321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620704423057438370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nk2M8wiGiQ/TgDA5XgcyfI/AAAAAAAABKA/1jU-EhmwY_o/s1600/June2011%2B328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nk2M8wiGiQ/TgDA5XgcyfI/AAAAAAAABKA/1jU-EhmwY_o/s320/June2011%2B328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620704426753575410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iKcAzzPLbQo/TgDHbUe6vxI/AAAAAAAABKY/BmuKGUS3EAU/s1600/June2011%2B331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iKcAzzPLbQo/TgDHbUe6vxI/AAAAAAAABKY/BmuKGUS3EAU/s320/June2011%2B331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620711607127162642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7N_NCDu5HQY/TgDHbu65d_I/AAAAAAAABKg/tUOsX0Uomak/s1600/June2011%2B335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7N_NCDu5HQY/TgDHbu65d_I/AAAAAAAABKg/tUOsX0Uomak/s320/June2011%2B335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620711614223841266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father's Day went well.  We made (bought) Bon an apron with handprints.  He liked it!  One of the boys said that now he could wear it when he made us lunch.  lol  (since we gave it to him after church and we hadn't eaten yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-puOrL-t1XhI/TgDG79Mu8mI/AAAAAAAABKQ/KLSVCPCuCOc/s1600/June2011%2B341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-puOrL-t1XhI/TgDG79Mu8mI/AAAAAAAABKQ/KLSVCPCuCOc/s320/June2011%2B341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620711068300931682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1y3VM4rdlJs/TgDG7sFJu8I/AAAAAAAABKI/zjEaNlabTQ4/s1600/June2011%2B346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1y3VM4rdlJs/TgDG7sFJu8I/AAAAAAAABKI/zjEaNlabTQ4/s320/June2011%2B346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620711063705729986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week Ryan is at Scout Day Camp.  It's only day 2, but it is super hot this week (compared to last week's fairly mild temperatures).  They provide the lunch and yesterday's bologna and cheese sandwich was "gross...even the bread tasted disgusting! and all the scouts got to drink was chocolate milk and the staff got sodas!!"  Such inequality!!!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in sad news....My good friend Mary is moving this week.  :( Super sad!!!  They are going back up to Michigan for a year until her husband's job takes them somewhere else.  I threw a party on Saturday for her, one last get together with all the girls that played bunco.  Fun and sad all at the same time.  I will miss her a TON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First crops of the season, besides lettuce and strawberries.  Those potato peels Mom had me bury did surprisingly well.  Maybe a surprise to me, but not her...I'm not sure.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4MlGduSeU/TgDIQhWFqEI/AAAAAAAABKo/yMf5PrECKUE/s1600/June2011%2B347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4MlGduSeU/TgDIQhWFqEI/AAAAAAAABKo/yMf5PrECKUE/s320/June2011%2B347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620712521112856642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VTQh6dhs0Mk/TgDIRBIPY6I/AAAAAAAABKw/S6Yiu2vq0d4/s1600/June2011%2B349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VTQh6dhs0Mk/TgDIRBIPY6I/AAAAAAAABKw/S6Yiu2vq0d4/s320/June2011%2B349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620712529644708770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-8111295808737949604?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/8111295808737949604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=8111295808737949604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8111295808737949604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8111295808737949604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2011/06/giving-yall-something-to-look-at.html' title='Giving y&apos;all something to look at...'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x3pFY23pcis/TgC97g462jI/AAAAAAAABJQ/hQ8g51FAfBs/s72-c/June2011%2B298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-5664592686370225900</id><published>2011-03-24T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T21:36:06.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan's baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qB18nNrupWw/TYv41ipsM8I/AAAAAAAABIM/YZNi37e_O-s/s1600/IMG_6869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qB18nNrupWw/TYv41ipsM8I/AAAAAAAABIM/YZNi37e_O-s/s320/IMG_6869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587833361401656258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my sweet girl, Reagan!  She turned 8 on March 19 and was baptized.  She was so excited and I don't think she was nervous or scared at all.  It was a small gathering with just enough priesthood holders present.  :)  It was great!  I'm so happy for her and can't believe I have an 8 year old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-5664592686370225900?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/5664592686370225900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=5664592686370225900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/5664592686370225900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/5664592686370225900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2011/03/reagans-baptism.html' title='Reagan&apos;s baptism'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qB18nNrupWw/TYv41ipsM8I/AAAAAAAABIM/YZNi37e_O-s/s72-c/IMG_6869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-1417642565280439658</id><published>2011-02-22T23:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:22:47.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to read!!</title><content type='html'>Spring is a time for renewal.  For getting projects started.  For spring cleaning.  For starting the busy-ness that nice weather seems to bring on.   Such a busy time ahead of us and I am already starting feel my head spin!  First up...Reagan's birthday and with that brings her baptism! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a new blog that has my "crafty" stuff on it.  Things I'm redoing or improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://sweetandcraftybeckylou.blogspot.com/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop on over!  I promise to post here more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-1417642565280439658?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/1417642565280439658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=1417642565280439658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1417642565280439658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1417642565280439658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2011/02/something-to-read.html' title='Something to read!!'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-8897738774063251152</id><published>2011-01-12T19:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T20:09:54.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuffs for my new coat</title><content type='html'>So because I have long gorilla arms, I have a hard time finding coats, sweaters, shirts, etc., that have long enough sleeves without leaving me to look like I'm wearing a tent.  I have been looking for a winter coat that wouldn't break the bank.  This weekend, I spotted a really cute coat at Walmart!  I snatched it up.  The sleeves seemed long enough and it fit great around my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, upon further wearing, I noticed that the lining of the sleeve would slip down and come out below the end of the sleeve.  So I thought...how can I fix this problem and make the sleeves even longer?  (even though they were long enough, I thought that one washing might ruin the length)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My solution???  Socks!!  I was so excited to show Bon tonight when he came home.  So I will show you how I did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First...my sleeves before starting.  See the lining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TS5LW8HmFQI/AAAAAAAABEs/rEyDgOk-VzI/s1600/IMG_6707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TS5LW8HmFQI/AAAAAAAABEs/rEyDgOk-VzI/s320/IMG_6707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561465447316329730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TS5N-zMI8kI/AAAAAAAABFU/9xOhv6QIl3U/s1600/IMG_6708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TS5N-zMI8kI/AAAAAAAABFU/9xOhv6QIl3U/s320/IMG_6708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561468331137495618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut below the ribbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TS5LXEGhyfI/AAAAAAAABE8/Y35f2mgWAV0/s1600/IMG_6709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TS5LXEGhyfI/AAAAAAAABE8/Y35f2mgWAV0/s320/IMG_6709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561465449459337714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I folded them in half to make the cuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TS5LXVBO--I/AAAAAAAABFE/Q-9n70Grqtw/s1600/IMG_6711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TS5LXVBO--I/AAAAAAAABFE/Q-9n70Grqtw/s320/IMG_6711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561465454000536546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I pinned them into 4 equal parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TS5N_Pq9MsI/AAAAAAAABFc/wxj3Xr-bNus/s1600/IMG_6712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TS5N_Pq9MsI/AAAAAAAABFc/wxj3Xr-bNus/s320/IMG_6712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561468338782941890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I pinned them onto the sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TS5N_m1mcEI/AAAAAAAABFk/XYidXtaqSnA/s1600/IMG_6713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TS5N_m1mcEI/AAAAAAAABFk/XYidXtaqSnA/s320/IMG_6713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561468345001603138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sewed on the seam that shows on the outside of the coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TS5N_1kZ-dI/AAAAAAAABFs/GjTpoebQ3kc/s1600/IMG_6714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TS5N_1kZ-dI/AAAAAAAABFs/GjTpoebQ3kc/s320/IMG_6714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561468348956015058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I actually pinned the first one on wrong, so when it's done it shows  the raw edge.  I don't want to unpick and re-sew, so it will stay that  way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TS5OALWjQeI/AAAAAAAABF0/60SeTtWT9oo/s1600/IMG_6716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TS5OALWjQeI/AAAAAAAABF0/60SeTtWT9oo/s320/IMG_6716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561468354803483106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I corrected my pinning/sewing part on the other sleeve, but there isn't an obvious difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final result...a little blurry.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TS5Pocb2nYI/AAAAAAAABF8/jXGrOmffW_I/s1600/IMG_6720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TS5Pocb2nYI/AAAAAAAABF8/jXGrOmffW_I/s320/IMG_6720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561470146095521154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super excited about it!  And I kind of melted the fake fur on the hood a little bit...  oops!!  lol   C'est la vie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-8897738774063251152?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/8897738774063251152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=8897738774063251152' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8897738774063251152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8897738774063251152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2011/01/cuffs-for-my-new-coat.html' title='Cuffs for my new coat'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TS5LW8HmFQI/AAAAAAAABEs/rEyDgOk-VzI/s72-c/IMG_6707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-6640842620806648770</id><published>2010-12-01T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:52:52.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt. Holly Holiday Parade</title><content type='html'>So these guys, Bon and Mary and her kids showed up to support (and freeze!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TPcYECv-WhI/AAAAAAAABEQ/J1lK4qcl-kg/s1600/IMG_6505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TPcYECv-WhI/AAAAAAAABEQ/J1lK4qcl-kg/s400/IMG_6505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one as she marched in the parade!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TPcYE-Rnz8I/AAAAAAAABEY/MJtkCkSPPYY/s1600/IMG_6518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TPcYE-Rnz8I/AAAAAAAABEY/MJtkCkSPPYY/s400/IMG_6518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she had fun, but her feet hurt.  She told me she waved at a ton of people she didn't even know!  lol  It was in the 50's, maybe the 40's even and windy!  Everyone who was smart was bundled up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I think Ryan will be riding on a float in the Belmont Holiday Parade with his scout troop.  I'm hoping for warmer weather!  :)&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-6640842620806648770?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/6640842620806648770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=6640842620806648770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6640842620806648770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6640842620806648770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2010/12/mt-holly-holiday-parade.html' title='Mt. Holly Holiday Parade'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TPcYECv-WhI/AAAAAAAABEQ/J1lK4qcl-kg/s72-c/IMG_6505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-7639268691456889023</id><published>2010-11-12T17:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:55:50.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday Bon!</title><content type='html'>(I just saw this in  my drafts folder!  Sorry for the messed up order!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he had a good day!  It started out great!  The kids and I were up before him and so we hopped in the car and got some Krispy Kremes since Bon isn't a huge cake fan.  This was the best picture out of two with him and three of the four kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TN3FqOtocII/AAAAAAAABDw/2DECa4oUqRU/s1600/f9372736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TN3FqOtocII/AAAAAAAABDw/2DECa4oUqRU/s400/f9372736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Discovery Place.  We laid on a bed of nails...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TN3FqzS9biI/AAAAAAAABD4/NV_dgon6Mkg/s1600/f9419520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TN3FqzS9biI/AAAAAAAABD4/NV_dgon6Mkg/s400/f9419520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Tug of War ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TN3FrV1pCAI/AAAAAAAABEA/gDAyHdH5KQ0/s1600/f9537280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TN3FrV1pCAI/AAAAAAAABEA/gDAyHdH5KQ0/s400/f9537280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wrote yourself a Happy Birthday message out of Kapla blocks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TN3FsKQ0lCI/AAAAAAAABEI/J0fIsv-p0hE/s1600/f9648576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TN3FsKQ0lCI/AAAAAAAABEI/J0fIsv-p0hE/s400/f9648576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-7639268691456889023?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/7639268691456889023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=7639268691456889023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/7639268691456889023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/7639268691456889023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-belated-birthday-bon.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday Bon!'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TN3FqOtocII/AAAAAAAABDw/2DECa4oUqRU/s72-c/f9372736.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-76834268187780698</id><published>2010-11-12T14:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T14:26:32.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New look</title><content type='html'>I changed the look of my blog.  I kinda like it!  I better like it I guess, since I wasted time on it instead of putting laundry away, cleaning the kitchen, etc., etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-76834268187780698?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/76834268187780698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=76834268187780698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/76834268187780698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/76834268187780698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-look.html' title='New look'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-961550429829534135</id><published>2010-11-03T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T20:37:59.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Reagan did</title><content type='html'>So during one of my sewing streaks this summer, Reagan begged and begged to have me teach her to sew.  I had her practice on a piece of lined paper, first following the line and then following the guide lines.  She did very well, but I was nervous that she was going to get her inexperienced fingers.  She did really good.  We made a baby blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the finished project! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TNIOdu6JLaI/AAAAAAAAA4c/pluGrnLV3PM/s1600/IMG_5676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TNIOdu6JLaI/AAAAAAAAA4c/pluGrnLV3PM/s400/IMG_5676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is while sewing.  So cute! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TNIOdwvMcsI/AAAAAAAAA4k/2Tfp71WWkSQ/s1600/IMG_5671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TNIOdwvMcsI/AAAAAAAAA4k/2Tfp71WWkSQ/s400/IMG_5671.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-961550429829534135?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/961550429829534135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=961550429829534135' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/961550429829534135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/961550429829534135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-reagan-did.html' title='What Reagan did'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TNIOdu6JLaI/AAAAAAAAA4c/pluGrnLV3PM/s72-c/IMG_5676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-5058908606372112372</id><published>2010-11-03T16:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T16:26:15.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the business goes on...</title><content type='html'>It seems like from the time that October started, it has been go, go, go and it isn't going to end until....January??!!  But I guess maybe all this going will keep my spirits up.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never got Bon a present, but we did spend the day together as a family and that was really nice.   There was a moment when we were sitting just talking to each other with no kids demanding attention and he commented on how nice it was.  Just to be together.  And I agree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween came and went.  I would post pictures, but somehow I can't get the computer to find them and when I stick the card back into the camera, it doesn't show them there either...I will be so sad if they are gone.  Bon is trying to help me find them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next is my friend Mary's birthday party.  It's this coming Saturday and we are having it here.  She turns 40 on the 8th and acts like she's 17.  She is so fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan stayed home from school today.  He has had a runny nose for the last couple of weeks and just sniffs it in because he refuses to blow his nose.  I keep telling him that he'll get an ear or eye infection if he continues, but he just won't blow it!  So after school yesterday I noticed that his eye was getting red.  Great.  I asked if his ears hurt.  At first he said no, but changed his answer.  We trekked to the dr. this morning where it was confirmed that he didn't have an eye or ear infection.  The Dr. flipped his eyelid up and found a foreign object that was irritating his eye.  Got that out and then put a drop of "water" *wink wink* in his eye and looked at it with a black light to make sure it wasn't scratched.  All was fine, so I'm glad for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parent-teacher conferences are tomorrow.  I love going to those and hearing the good stuff about my kids.  :)  They are good kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-5058908606372112372?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/5058908606372112372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=5058908606372112372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/5058908606372112372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/5058908606372112372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-business-goes-on.html' title='And the business goes on...'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-6529815069105453305</id><published>2010-10-27T21:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T21:56:09.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last minute.  Not ready!</title><content type='html'>I do this every year and every year I tell myself that I will do better next year and then...well...it's just a vicious cycle that I can't get myself out of!  PROCRASTINATION!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon's birthday is on Saturday.  I have no presents, no date planned, nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trick or Treat is on Sunday.  I *think* my kids know what they want to be, but I can't be certain.  I'm not ready for that either.  Ryan has to dress up Friday as his favorite book character.  Hmm...we haven't even discussed this.  I will have to ask him in the morning...if I remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I actually have a couple of presents stashed away at Brenda's house for Christmas so my kids don't find them and rip into the box.  So having a Christmas gift purchased before December 1st is something new for me.  lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-6529815069105453305?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/6529815069105453305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=6529815069105453305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6529815069105453305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6529815069105453305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2010/10/last-minute-not-ready.html' title='Last minute.  Not ready!'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-8971318120280691698</id><published>2010-10-26T21:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T21:21:19.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teething is for the birds!</title><content type='html'>Evan is having such a horrible time teething.  His top two teeth are making their way down and taking their sweet time.  Ugh.  And add to that his first cold...well, it makes for long, sleepless nights.  He was up every two hours last night and took 45 minute naps today instead of his normal 2 hour stretches.  Tonight I gave him Motrin instead of Tylenol and put baby orajel all over his gums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am slowly making progress on painting rooms.  The kitchen is painted, as is the front hallway area.  (but not the foyer...we are going to have to hire someone for that, I believe)  I just have one wall left on our family room and I will probably pause for a little while.  OR I might do the dining room.  :)  Kitchen is Tomato Bisque, and the rest so far is Tawny.  A darker brown (don't remember the name) is going on the wall with the fireplace.  (all Valspar colors)  I am deciding on a greyish blue for the dining room.  Choices, choices...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-8971318120280691698?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/8971318120280691698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=8971318120280691698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8971318120280691698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8971318120280691698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2010/10/teething-is-for-birds.html' title='Teething is for the birds!'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-4757123955665796556</id><published>2010-10-20T06:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T07:13:22.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>glimpse into the future</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we were able to watch two extra kids.  Our friends Brenda and Brian were celebrating their 18th wedding anniversary by going back to their honeymoon spot of Gatlinburg, TN.  We had their 8 year old and 13 year old here from Friday until Sunday.  They were great!  While they were here, I asked G (the 13 year old) if they had a birthday gift for their dad (since his birthday was Monday).  She said that they hadn't gotten one yet.  Since our family doesn't shop on Sundays, I took her and Evan to the mall on Saturday night to get a gift.  We had so much fun.  She is so respectable and just a fun teenager to be around.  She really has her head set on straight and even told me that when she does things, she thinks about what impact it will have on someone now or even in the future.  Wow!  How many 13 year olds think like that?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....I felt like that time was a glimpse into my future.  I love having a daughter and I hope that Reagan will be level headed like G.  I know that we will have fun and do fun things like that.  We do fun things now, but on a different level.  But it reminds me that I should cherish the time we have now, instead of wishing it away.  I remember as a first time mom how I couldn't wait for her to sit, crawl, walk, etc.  And now she is almost 8!!!  Sometimes I want that cuddly little baby back just to sit and snuggle with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just need to remember that life is too short to wish away. Glimpses into the future are fun, but the present is pretty awesome too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-4757123955665796556?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/4757123955665796556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=4757123955665796556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/4757123955665796556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/4757123955665796556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2010/10/glimpse-into-future.html' title='glimpse into the future'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-7034229324971683754</id><published>2010-10-14T11:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T12:00:51.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, the innocence of children.</title><content type='html'>Ryan got in trouble yesterday for pulling a neighbor girl's pants down.  I guess they were all playing a game where they laid on top of each other and he decided to pull her pants down before laying on her.  (yikes!)  So I reprimanded all the kids for playing a game where you lay on each other.  But as I was trying to explain to Ryan about the pants thing, I asked "Why are boys and girls different?"  His first answer, bless his heart, was "Their hair."  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-7034229324971683754?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/7034229324971683754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=7034229324971683754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/7034229324971683754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/7034229324971683754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2010/10/ah-innocence-of-children.html' title='Ah, the innocence of children.'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-8688582553980774859</id><published>2010-10-13T20:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T20:33:34.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pause time, please!</title><content type='html'>Life is so busy lately.  I need activities and days and nights to slow down!  I feel like the mad rush to Christmas is already starting and now my mad rush of celebrating won't end until Evan's birthday...ahhh!!  He can not get older!  I feel like I am losing and missing all the memories I want to keep and treasure forever.  And at the same time, I want that moment of frustration gone.  Today Evan was grumpy all day.  Which made me grumpy.  I yelled at the older kids too much because I was tired of whining and the messes that were made and this and that and on and on.  Tomorrow is a new day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-8688582553980774859?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/8688582553980774859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=8688582553980774859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8688582553980774859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8688582553980774859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2010/10/pause-time-please.html' title='Pause time, please!'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-2686813629856098821</id><published>2010-10-07T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T21:28:57.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pictures from this summer</title><content type='html'>Something huge happened in our house this summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TK6B3NYc1BI/AAAAAAAAA3A/HxvSgqx1sVw/s1600/IMG_5263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TK6B3NYc1BI/AAAAAAAAA3A/HxvSgqx1sVw/s400/IMG_5263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon decided that these shoes were done.  They had served him well for the at least 11 years that he had them.  For the last....oh...really long time, they have just been his "work outside" shoes.  You know, the ones for mowing, gardening, doing anything "manly".  And for the last year or so, every time he would wear them, his socks would be FILTHY!  Like he might have not had shoes on to begin with kind of dirty.  So really, why bother?!  So after cleaning up from Ryan's birthday party (notice the festive paper plate in the trash), we said farewell to this fine pair of shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His new outdoor shoes are a pair of running shoes that we had gotten from Nate &amp;amp; Shanel a couple of years ago and have just sat in the closet.  They might be a little big??, but his socks aren't orange when he takes his shoes off...which is a huge plus.  :)  (orange because of the red clay/dirt we have here in NC.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a few pictures of the kids playing in a pool at my grandma's house this summer.  The lazy days of summer were upon us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty, who takes the saying "Mothers of little boys work from son up to son down" quite literally.  Today while we were checking out at Target, he was chattering on and on and on and I couldn't tell if the worker was annoyed, so I jokingly said that he didn't come with an off switch.  She laughed and said her 5 year old was the same way...talk, talk, talk.   Sadly, it's good to know I'm not alone.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TK6B4bti97I/AAAAAAAAA3I/lBNNWwH5tWQ/s1600/IMG_5524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TK6B4bti97I/AAAAAAAAA3I/lBNNWwH5tWQ/s400/IMG_5524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan, such a tender spirit.  Gosh how I love this girl!  I was looking through her school papers today and I came across a paper she had written.  They were writing mock letters and I vaguely remember her telling me after school one day about this.  How she had chosen me because the teacher didn't know that "Becky" was my name...it was her "friend".  Here is what her letter said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Beacky,&lt;br /&gt;     It was fun with you teaching me how to sew.  You are a good friend.  I like it when you smile.  It is fun sewing diffrent colers. &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                 Love,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                         Reagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TK6B4sWiDhI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/v83-I0PzKwI/s1600/IMG_5534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TK6B4sWiDhI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/v83-I0PzKwI/s400/IMG_5534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan is gaining so much independence this year.  He has joined Tiger Scouts and enjoys going to the weekly meetings with Bon.  They will be selling popcorn at a booth at our town's Harvest Festival this coming Saturday.  Which reminds me that I need to sew the patches onto his shirt before then...  :)  The other night Ryan and I were in the kitchen.  I said "oh snap" to something and Ryan mumbled something and then started laughing.  I said "what did you say??"  He was embarrassed to tell me, but he said it again into his elbow.  "Sweet Mama!" (said like a southerner who really likes something)  I asked if that's what he said and we both cracked up.  Who knows where he learned that from! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TK6B6N_5oGI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/VxLOiQNEtcY/s1600/IMG_5518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TK6B6N_5oGI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/VxLOiQNEtcY/s400/IMG_5518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-2686813629856098821?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/2686813629856098821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=2686813629856098821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/2686813629856098821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/2686813629856098821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2010/10/some-pictures-from-this-summer.html' title='Some pictures from this summer'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TK6B3NYc1BI/AAAAAAAAA3A/HxvSgqx1sVw/s72-c/IMG_5263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-6414521436006019161</id><published>2010-09-30T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:21:32.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last two days of school part 2.</title><content type='html'>Ryan had his awards day on the last day of school.  He was given the Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Goodbar&lt;/span&gt; award.  It's funny because Reagan was given that award in Kindergarten.  Here he is with his teacher Mrs. Taylor.  She was super nice and loved Ryan to pieces.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TKVTrdyX3NI/AAAAAAAAA2U/xsa3sFnOFQ4/s1600/IMG_5299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TKVTrdyX3NI/AAAAAAAAA2U/xsa3sFnOFQ4/s400/IMG_5299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to start a tradition for the first and last days of school.  So I picked up my kids (plus a neighbor/friend, Christian) and we went through Wendy's drive &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Frostys&lt;/span&gt;.   It was a great treat for the hot last day of school! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TKVTsDDD0qI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ulptWAzeJeI/s1600/IMG_5306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TKVTsDDD0qI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ulptWAzeJeI/s400/IMG_5306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TKVTtV4l4fI/AAAAAAAAA2k/7qMVuBHcxPg/s1600/IMG_5307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TKVTtV4l4fI/AAAAAAAAA2k/7qMVuBHcxPg/s400/IMG_5307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TKVTt4goeuI/AAAAAAAAA2s/mY4Rtxzx6TQ/s1600/IMG_5309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TKVTt4goeuI/AAAAAAAAA2s/mY4Rtxzx6TQ/s400/IMG_5309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-6414521436006019161?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/6414521436006019161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=6414521436006019161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6414521436006019161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6414521436006019161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2010/09/last-two-days-of-school-part-2.html' title='Last two days of school part 2.'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TKVTrdyX3NI/AAAAAAAAA2U/xsa3sFnOFQ4/s72-c/IMG_5299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-8137710134205661613</id><published>2010-09-30T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:10:24.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last two days of school part 1.</title><content type='html'>Reagan was given two awards on her awards day for her class.  The first award was titled "The Walking Encyclopedia".  She was so thrilled to get that with a puzzle.  The second was her award for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AIG&lt;/span&gt;.  (academically or intellectually gifted---basically a gifted program)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TKVRGw_8GiI/AAAAAAAAA10/_ueQ5QxicY0/s1600/IMG_5277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TKVRGw_8GiI/AAAAAAAAA10/_ueQ5QxicY0/s400/IMG_5277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan with her teacher, Miss Jenkins, who will be getting married in 2011, I do believe.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TKVRHN6TY6I/AAAAAAAAA18/smN70U6L2gI/s1600/IMG_5283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TKVRHN6TY6I/AAAAAAAAA18/smN70U6L2gI/s400/IMG_5283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the front steps.  The last day of school!!  A cupcake bag holding the gift for our great bus driver Miss Tracy!  We didn't know it, but she was driving her last day!  Now she does something else within the school.  We miss our Miss Tracy!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TKVRHOdwJ0I/AAAAAAAAA2E/cxufhqr9b9Y/s1600/IMG_5286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TKVRHOdwJ0I/AAAAAAAAA2E/cxufhqr9b9Y/s400/IMG_5286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus stop gang getting on bus #10!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TKVRHg_rLcI/AAAAAAAAA2M/CQ17CnIM1BA/s1600/IMG_5291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TKVRHg_rLcI/AAAAAAAAA2M/CQ17CnIM1BA/s400/IMG_5291.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-8137710134205661613?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/8137710134205661613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=8137710134205661613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8137710134205661613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8137710134205661613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2010/09/last-two-days-of-school-part-1.html' title='Last two days of school part 1.'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TKVRGw_8GiI/AAAAAAAAA10/_ueQ5QxicY0/s72-c/IMG_5277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-1261329702609245333</id><published>2010-09-30T21:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T21:56:57.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of school present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TKVLgWg0WOI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ae16VpVhl7s/s1600/IMG_5265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 271px; height: 344px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TKVLgWg0WOI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ae16VpVhl7s/s400/IMG_5265.JPG" width="493" border="0" height="441" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is late, but I wanted to share what I came up with for end of the year gifts for my kids teachers.  I got some of my idea from another blog, but then came up with the rest on my own.  It's hard to read the writing, so this is what it says:   "It's o"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fish&lt;/span&gt;"al!!  You have been an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AW&lt;/span&gt;some teacher!  Now that it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt; time and your life isn't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;revolving&lt;/span&gt; around school, I hope you have time to get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sun-kissed&lt;/span&gt;!  Thank you for being a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tote&lt;/span&gt;"ally great teacher and helping me become "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;e"iceably smarter!"  And in case you can't tell what all was in the gift "tote", it contained A&amp;amp;W root beer, Sunkist, a note pad, a Kit Kat bar, a pack of Orbit gum and a package of Swedish fish.  (although you could always use Goldfish crackers also.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was inexpensive and all the teachers said they loved it.  I'm sure they are supposed to say that...even if it's something crappy that they hate.  But I like to think that they thought it was unique.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-1261329702609245333?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/1261329702609245333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=1261329702609245333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1261329702609245333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1261329702609245333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2010/09/last-day-of-school-present.html' title='Last day of school present'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/TKVLgWg0WOI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ae16VpVhl7s/s72-c/IMG_5265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-6872476964919121056</id><published>2010-09-12T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T19:54:12.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little downtime</title><content type='html'>Ahh....all the kids are in bed.  Peace.  Silence.  All I hear is the football game Bon's watching in the other room, the hum of the baby monitor and my keys tapping on my laptop.  Bliss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Bon and I celebrate our 11th anniversary.  We pondered last night about would we have changed anything that has gotten us to where we are and the answer was no.  We are so happy together and our life together just gets better and better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy anniversary babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-6872476964919121056?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/6872476964919121056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=6872476964919121056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6872476964919121056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6872476964919121056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-downtime.html' title='A little downtime'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-7542209658881513405</id><published>2010-09-06T21:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T22:02:09.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a little update</title><content type='html'>Just a little bit about what is going on here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids started back to school and so far are "bored".  I think they are stuck in the first weeks where they test to find out what they do and don't know, so it's mostly review.  Reagan is in AIG, which is the gifted program here.  She's also in AR, which is advanced reading.  Her reading level is pretty close to that of a 5th graders.  I'm excited for her this year and I hope she'll do well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan was lonely for the first couple days of school during recess.  He said he didn't have anyone to play with.  He was also excited that he wasn't the shortest kid in his class either.  I think that he will do well in first grade since he copies so much of what Reagan does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty is still full force most days from sunrise to sunset.  He is a crack up and says the funniest things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan is 8 months today and I can't believe how time has flown.  I want to freeze time and keep him little.  I am feeling the heartache of him being our last baby.  He is expressive and is starting to move around a little more.  I bet within two weeks he'll be crawling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon took this past week off of work and it was so nice to have him home.  He was able to get Reagan from school and we went to the dentist and ran errands.  I know he's not excited about going back to work, but it pays the bills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dealing with life right now.  I feel like I've been overwhelmed and consumed by emotions lately and so I've been working on that.  Trying to get my life in a working, sensible order.  I went to a new doctor on Thursday and she is testing my thyroid levels and is putting me on some medication to help with my depression and anxiety.  There are some days where I say something to the kids and immediately regret it...wondering how I would feel if roles were reversed and I was being treated that way.  I hope they will forget all the harshness they have gotten from me in their early lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got news that my grandma is going to be put on Hospice.  I will talk more with my sister tomorrow, but "failure to thrive" was mentioned and that is never good.  I had just commented to Bon that you can see such a decline from last year to this year.  Knowing she has had a good life, it still doesn't make it easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some positive things to reverse the sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning on painting our walls very soon...&lt;br /&gt;I painted our kitchen and made curtains to hang on the deck door/window.  I will have to take pictures and post....&lt;br /&gt;I have many sewing projects lined up.  Bag, shopping cart cover, skirts...&lt;br /&gt;Reagan started dance class last Monday...she was so cute! &lt;br /&gt;We signed up Ryan for Tiger scouts.  He's super excited because you get to camp and hike and make stuff.....&lt;br /&gt;I am signing Ty up for a "mousersice" class.  Basically tumbling.  I hope he'll like it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-7542209658881513405?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/7542209658881513405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=7542209658881513405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/7542209658881513405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/7542209658881513405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-update.html' title='a little update'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-5368918740307032084</id><published>2010-06-22T19:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T19:56:42.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thinking</title><content type='html'>I remember talking with my sister-in-law Shanel one time about how after having a baby, a woman kind of loses who they are and they have to re-define themselves.  I was thinking about this again tonight as I was rocking my baby.  It's so true how what we have defines us.  I am a mother to grade schoolers, a preschooler and a baby.  What I do and the roles I have are different now then they were just 2 years ago.  And my life will change and be different each year, because of who I am...a mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though that is a scary thought...I'm okay with that.  I will have to adjust and learn to go with the flow.  Re-defining myself is just too overrated.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-5368918740307032084?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/5368918740307032084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=5368918740307032084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/5368918740307032084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/5368918740307032084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-thinking.html' title='Just thinking'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-2117218569002797488</id><published>2010-06-21T23:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T23:21:54.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...isn't that interesting....</title><content type='html'>Usually after two months of no activity, my friend sends me a very short message that says something like..."it's been two months!"  Well...she must be busy because I didn't get a reminder!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have been busy.  May and June, so far, have been busy months.  In May it started with end of school programs and picnics and June was class parties and teacher gifts and class award parties and the end of school.  Now that school is out, it should be slowing down....or one would think.  But I am probably busier!  Now I have to make 4 lunches all at once instead of just two at a time.  I have to plan around nap times and really consider if it is a good idea to take all of them to Sam's Club or Walmart or if I can just stay home.  Sometimes I don't think I'm supposed to be a mom of 4.  It's hard!!  lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we have some fun things planned this summer.  I hope they will have good memories!  Next week we are headed to the beach.  Then in July, I am headed up to Ohio.  Then at some point, we will go visit Bon's brother, because we told the kids we would and by golly...they still bring it up.  They want to swim in Alexandra's pool!  lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I took Ty to Pre-K screening.  I am not sure he'll be placed, but we will find out by the end of July.  I am sad to think that he might be placed and be gone all day like a big boy.  A part of me wishes that he will be home with me this last year before he really goes off to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan is growing so well.  I still haven't started him on solids.  I think I am going to start when he turns 6 months, in just a couple of weeks.  He looks longingly at food...so I think he is ready.  I'm just not ready!  lol  Ryan finally got a booster seat for his birthday, so I took the cover off his old carseat and today I bought some new material and padding and picked apart the old cover.  I will use that as a pattern to make a new one.  I looked online for new carseat covers and the cheapest I found was $67.  My supplies cost me under $25.  And I know I can sew it just fine.  I am taking pictures as I go, just cause I want to feel cool.  Like a true blogger.  lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I may take the kids to sign up for the summer reading program.  And it's crack down time on their chore charts.  Summertime does not equal playtime all the time like they think it does.  ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should get to sleep.  I will try not to neglect this blog so much.  I need to put some pictures up, too.  Soon, my faithful readers.  Soon.  *said in my best karate teacher voice*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-2117218569002797488?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/2117218569002797488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=2117218569002797488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/2117218569002797488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/2117218569002797488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2010/06/wellisnt-that-interesting.html' title='Well...isn&apos;t that interesting....'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-6615124869421587546</id><published>2010-04-13T22:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T23:03:40.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's happening...</title><content type='html'>I'm Southernizing.  I don't think that is a real word, since it has a red squiggly line under it while I type, but if 'winterizing' can be a word, then so can Southernizing.  So here's why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After telling my older kids several times to pick up their toys and come inside for dinner, I said "Pick up your toys right now and don't make me say it again!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait...what's wrong with that you ask?  Weeeeelllll.....I didn't say "again" like I've said it for the last 30 years of my life.  I said it more like "ah-gay-n".  Three syllables and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, my friend Brenda heard me and stopped to stare at me.  I was hoping she hadn't heard me but when she said "oh nuh uh.  You did not just say that did you???" I knew I had been found out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the cat is out of the bag.  Occasionally my tongue feels the need to Southernize words.  And as long as I don't start saying colloquialisms in every conversation, then I'll be as happy as a tick on a fat dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-6615124869421587546?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/6615124869421587546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=6615124869421587546' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6615124869421587546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6615124869421587546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-happening.html' title='It&apos;s happening...'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-5450888629739129730</id><published>2010-02-11T22:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:24:40.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The difference of a year</title><content type='html'>As I was driving today, I realized that it has been a year since I was at my lowest of lows.  I thought about how much "higher" I am on the scale of emotional health.  I would put myself in the safe zone.  I still have areas that need work, but for the most part, I love who I am and what I have and can recognize the blessings of my life.  I am thankful for prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon my paternal grandmother passed away.  She was 89.  There will be a graveside service on Saturday and a memorial service after (her) church service on Sunday, followed by a church lunch.  I will be leaving tomorrow with Evan and Ty and going to Ohio.  I regret not seeing her this past summer.  It seems that lately I am regretting too many things.  I take for granted the delicate nature of life and keep the mindset that people will be there next time.  Well, next time never came.   And I am sorry.  I haven't been close to her for a while now, but I still loved her.  I have fond memories of her.  I miss her already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So live each day so you will have no regrets.  Say "I love you" to your loved ones.  Be the best you that you can be.  If we all did that, our world would be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-5450888629739129730?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/5450888629739129730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=5450888629739129730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/5450888629739129730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/5450888629739129730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2010/02/difference-of-year.html' title='The difference of a year'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-7768510625233449042</id><published>2010-02-01T21:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:12:09.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings</title><content type='html'>I just need to ramble about some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first snowstorm of the year this past Friday.  The kids were so excited to see it falling and wanted to go out at 8 at night to play in it.  Being the mean parents that we are, we told them that if they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;waited&lt;/span&gt; until morning, there would be more snow.  And there was.  They were in and out of the house all day on Saturday.  Church was cancelled and so they played outside even more on Sunday.  Our hilly backyard makes the perfect ramp, especially when you start at the top by the neighbor's fence and sled all the way down past the house to the sidewalk.  Our neighborhood has a street that is basically a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sledder's&lt;/span&gt; dream.  Since the snow was over a layer of ice, the street was just perfect to go down, or so I'm told.  I didn't venture out.  :)  But they cancelled school today and again tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan is getting big.  He is filling out and I had a newborn sized outfit on him this last week and it was the last time he could wear it because it was too small!  We ate Chinese food Friday night and even though I was trying to stay away from something that might bother him, I guess the little bit of cabbage and two pieces of broccoli I had were just enough to make him fuss for the next 24 hours.  He was grumpy with a capitol G!  But he's much better now and just cute as cute can be.  Ryan is especially sweet with him.  Loves to touch him, wants to know where he is, constantly says "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt;, baby Evan is SO cute!", etc.  My mother-in-law made the comment about one of her grandsons and how tender he was and how his parents seem to try to toughen him up or beat the tender out.  She said that one of her sons was the same way.  (not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)  I often see how tender Ryan is and it breaks my heart when I feel anger towards him.  I want him to keep the tenderness that he has.  Such a gentle spirit that I hope I don't break.  Gosh being a parent can rip your heart to shreds sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bon's&lt;/span&gt; grandma passed away last week.  He wasn't close to his grandparents growing up.  I'm sorry that I didn't make more of an effort to get to know her.  The times that I did spend with her were good.  She sounds like she led an incredible life and did so with a great sense of humor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing good this time around with the whole postpartum thing.  I wake up sweating half the time, but I'm not feeling mopey or angry.  There are moments when I do feel that way, but I think that is just normal hormone fluctuation/being a mom with 4 kids/being tired/etc.  Sometimes it's hard for me to realize that I am old enough to have 4 kids.  That I am a responsible person that has a house and a minivan and I have kids in school and I can multi-task.  I do look around at my friends though and feel like I'm not in their league.  Like I don't have my act together and I'm really just playing pretend while they do the real deal.  I don't know why I feel that way though.  I've been trying to figure it out for a while now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off to put dinner dishes in the dishwasher.  Reagan is sleeping over at her friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rylie's&lt;/span&gt; house.  Ryan is asleep in bed and Ty is on the couch.  Evan is sleeping and occasionally pooping/farting while in his bouncy seat.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; is watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; and looking over papers from work.  Tomorrow will hopefully be another great day.  I will be thinking of my mother-in-law (mom, I love you) especially.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-7768510625233449042?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/7768510625233449042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=7768510625233449042' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/7768510625233449042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/7768510625233449042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2010/02/ramblings.html' title='ramblings'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-6365820480229857643</id><published>2010-01-26T17:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:27:09.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And then there were 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://localhost:3715/e23a5bc8e763a96e919d2a881905c554/image/331447ae4e564d9c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://localhost:3715/e23a5bc8e763a96e919d2a881905c554/image/331447ae4e564d9c.jpg?size=400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We welcomed Evan Lewis into our family on January 6, 2010 at 5:12 p.m.  He came in at a whopping 8 lb. 7 oz and 21.25 inches.  I will copy the birth story that I wrote on an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; forum I belong to.  Before I do that, however, I am so grateful that he is here and healthy.  I love to sit and cuddle with him and I will admit that I'm not very good at sharing him.  Even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; has commented that Evan isn't happy unless I'm holding him.  I think it must be that way because I am treasuring this babyhood.  I regret not holding my other kids more, savoring in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;babyness&lt;/span&gt;.  I regret not making the time for that.  Thinking that other things mattered more was a huge mistake.   But now is the time I can correct that.  I hope that my love for all of my children is reflected to them.  I hope that as this new year marches on, that I can be a better mother.  I want all my kids to think they are my favorite.  Maybe to have them feel like they are the most important and treasured person whenever we spend time together.  I know that I fall short of giving them that feeling, but it is my goal this year, to give them the best me I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Evan's birth story.  His name by the way, was chosen from a baby name book.  I really liked Landon, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; wasn't sold on it, so I started going through the book again and liked Evan, so I wrote it down.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; took to it right away.  Lewis, however, was my grandfather's middle name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go with induction because I got to my due date (Jan. 4) and there still wasn't anything going on.  I was dilated to a two, but by this point I was just frustrated, depressed and very uncomfortable.  So we arrived at the hospital on Wednesday, January 6, 2010 at 7:45a.m.  Fill out some paperwork and then get to my room.  The midwife that is in the group I saw throughout pregnancy was the one that was there to check me and get everything going.  She had checked me on Monday and I was a two.  And on Wednesday I was still a two.  She has really small hands and I just remember that her exams hurt...a lot.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by 8:15, I'm all settled and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pitocin&lt;/span&gt; starts.  I've never been induced with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pitocin&lt;/span&gt; for a live birth before, so I didn't know what to expect.  I've heard a lot of horror stories about it, but it really wasn't bad for me.  My contractions started around 9 and they stayed steady and really weren't that painful.  Closer to 11:30 though, I was starting to get nervous because the midwife said she would be back to check me at lunchtime and would probably break my water then.  Well, I knew that I didn't want her to break my water without an epidural, so I think it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;must've&lt;/span&gt; been a little after 12, when they started getting stuff ready for the epidural.  The nurse brings in a step stool and a chair and Bon and I wonder what is up.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  The step stool is for me to brace my feet on and the chair is for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt;.  They don't allow the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;husbands&lt;/span&gt; to stand up anymore because they had one fall and crack his head open and end up in the ER while his wife is laboring away.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  So the closest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; can get to me is to rub my leg.  Needles freak me out to begin with, so I always get really anxious and nervous with epidurals.  I was hugged over the pillow and the anesthesiologist is doing his stuff and the pressure in my spine was more than I remember and I started feeling lightheaded.  The nurse held my shoulder so I wouldn't fall in case I fainted.  But he finished and I laid down and I started having what the anesthesiologist called a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;vasovagal&lt;/span&gt; response.  My jaw was shuddering, my left eye was twitching and for the life of me, I could not stop blinking.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  That lasted about 10 minutes before I was back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is when my blood pressure started dropping.  The alarm for the blood pressure thing went off several times before she set it to only go off if it dropped below 90 over whatever since my blood pressure is usually 110/60.  Well it was still going off.  I think the lowest that I know about was 78 over whatever.  So she had given me three different doses of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;epinephrine&lt;/span&gt; to make it go back up.  This goes all throughout the afternoon.  The midwife comes in sometime around 1, I think, and I'm at a 4.  She breaks my water and keeps saying..."whoa, that's a lot of water!"  I get flipped from side to side about every hour.  I felt some pressure at three and the nurse checked me and I was only a 6.  Bummer!  The nurse comes in at 4 o'clock to help me turn over and pulls the blanket back and says..."that's a lot of bloody show....let me just check you really quick."  I was complete!!  She decides not to move me (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) and calls the midwife right away (who was at the office that is like....2 minutes from the hospital.)  The midwife says that she'll "mosey on over".  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They start getting the room ready, the warming table is brought in, the bed is broken down.  They move me ever so carefully onto my back and get an oxygen mask on me.  The midwife gets there and she starts doing her stuff and working with me.  They call the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt; team up to my room because Evan's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;heart rate&lt;/span&gt; keeps decelerating during my contractions.  So it goes from a room of 5 people to a room of at least 9 or 10 people in about 5 minutes.  And I remember there was this guy that followed some nurses in and he was dressed in khaki's and a sweater and I couldn't see a name badge, so I was thinking...who the heck is that guy?  But I later learned he was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt; doctor.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  (by the time they came in, my legs were up in stirrups.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared at this point.  I didn't want to cry, but I was really close to it because I was tired and really scared for Evan. So, I pushed and pushed.  More than I ever have with any other baby.  It was so hard!  I know I didn't push as long as some women have pushed, but to me it felt like forever.   They finally told me that he was coming out face up, which was why it was hard for him to "turn the corner".  I saw the midwife cut me a little to have more room.  She had been stretching me but I needed more I guess.  So I finally get his head out and they tell me to stop pushing.  I know they are doing something, but I can't see what, and they are counting.  I was so confused.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; said that he was watching the midwife's face and her eyes kept getting bigger and bigger.  When it was all said and done, Evan had the cord wrapped around his neck 5 times!!!  They said it wasn't tight, but they had never seen it around 5 times before.  I finish pushing him out and he gets plopped up on my belly and he looks perfect.  They whisk him away to the warmer right away though, so the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt; team can look him over.  He was fine.  I heard them say his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;apgars&lt;/span&gt; were good and he just stayed in the warmer content and happy as can be.  He just looked around at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Wednesday January 6, 2010, at 5:12 p.m., Evan Lewis Carter joined our family.  He was 8 lb 7 oz, 21.25 inches long and just absolutely perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-6365820480229857643?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/6365820480229857643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=6365820480229857643' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6365820480229857643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6365820480229857643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-then-there-were-4.html' title='And then there were 4'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-8637339295787063199</id><published>2009-12-21T21:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:36:20.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As horrible as this is to admit, Ty is *shhhh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my favorite&lt;/span&gt;*shhhh* kid as of lately.  Even at the age of 3, he expresses himself so well and has a pretty good grasp on things.  He helps fold towels and if I ask him to do something, he will say "I won't do it if you ask me once, but if you ask me two times and say it like this "___________, pretty please?? I'll do it."  His favorite things are Curious George, Dinosaur Train and playing make believe.  He does great at playing by himself and sings to himself a lot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sampling of some things he's said/done lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we went to Target twice, once on Monday and then on Friday.  On Monday, he was a bit off his game and was a little whiny and threw a fit because I didn't let him get an "awesome" cart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  An awesome cart is the kind that is cumbersome where there are the hard plastic seats for more than one kid, except they never sit there and hop off and on the cart and it's longer than a normal cart, which means it's harder to steer and maneuver.  Anyway...that fit should have been my clue to high tail it out of there, but I needed to get some things.  Fast forward to the end where I pay for my purchases and Ty checks out the stuff by the register.  I tell him to c'mon and he shows me that he shoved a huge push pop (candy) in his jacket pocket.  I take it from him and toss it back to the candy part.  Fit number two.  I tell him it's wrong to take things without paying for them and that it makes Heavenly Father and Jesus sad when we do things that are wrong.  I think he gets it.  He's sad, but oh well.  Fast forward to Friday.  We hop out of the van and he tells me that he is going to pay for his candy this time because if he doesn't, Heavenly Father and Jesus will be sad.  Cute or what?!  He got it, even at the age of three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a cute thing he did today.  He was sitting beside me on the couch.  He takes his hand and rubs it over my boob and says "Wow, his eyes are getting so BIG!!!"  I manage to not crack up and ask who's eyes?  He looks at me like I'm dumb and says "The baby's!!"  That's when I crack up and tell him that all of the baby is in my belly.  He has this really confused look and says "all in yours belly??"   Oh, so funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say that I love all my kids.  They each have a unique personality and I love them each deeply.  I think that lately, I'm just loving Ty a little bit more because he won't be my "baby" anymore.  :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-8637339295787063199?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/8637339295787063199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=8637339295787063199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8637339295787063199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8637339295787063199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/12/ty.html' title='Ty'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-800544520703179004</id><published>2009-10-22T21:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:08:54.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some funny things</title><content type='html'>The first funny thing came from Ryan.  Last Friday he comes home from school, pulls out a little bottle of water and says that they gave them out at school for the lock down.  While I know that schools do practice lock downs, I was curious as to how long they practiced this lock down if they gave them water!  lol  So I said really, what did you do in the lock down?  He told me they walked around in circles.  LOL!!!  OH, you mean "Walk-a-thon"???  Yeah, walk-a-thon.  lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told Bon that story and he thought it was pretty funny.  So he asked Ryan about the bottle of water.  Ryan told them that they got it in their "walk down".  lol  A little closer....   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next funny thing was tonight after Reagan and Ryan's soccer game.  Everyone was kind of hyped up and just enjoying the time.  We were on our way home from McDonald's drive thru and Ryan said something about what if he swung his hand and hit someone's head off.  I said "That would be tragic!"  Ty piped up and said "Tragic?!  That would be MAGIC!!"  Oh my gosh I bust up laughing!!  I think I laughed the rest of the way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-800544520703179004?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/800544520703179004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=800544520703179004' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/800544520703179004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/800544520703179004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-funny-things.html' title='Some funny things'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-8946947190904399512</id><published>2009-09-24T16:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:53:09.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Ago</title><content type='html'>So a year ago was one of the hardest weeks of my life.  We left Ohio for the beautiful state of North Carolina.  It is also the week that our sweet Logan would have been born.  I mourned the loss of being close to my in-laws and my friends and I mourned the loss of a baby/pregnancy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come a long way since then.  Mentally I am feeling so much better.  When I was seeing a therapist, she helped me through the grieving process much better than I could have done on my own.  I wasn't sure I was going to make it through the spring without being committed.  I was terribly down.  But now life has a purpose again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically I am doing okay too.  The pregnancy that I am experiencing right now is going well.  I have some issues that I think about from time to time, but I don't dwell on those.  I will take it in stride.  I will trust our Heavenly Father to not give me more than I can handle and I will run and not be weary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritually I'm still just at the basics.  Faith was really struggling there for a while, but through my own prayers and the prayers of others, I have felt the Spirit and know that I am still in the watchful eye of our Heavenly Father.  And I will keep on keeping on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for my family.  I'm grateful for my kids who make me laugh and/or cry every day.  :)  I am thankful for my friends, new and old, who have helped me whether they know it or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to remember this week in September for a while.  But I will also look forward to making other memories and especially to this new little one, who will be a little slice of heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-8946947190904399512?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/8946947190904399512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=8946947190904399512' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8946947190904399512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8946947190904399512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/09/year-ago.html' title='A Year Ago'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-1193710197743435381</id><published>2009-08-18T21:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:19:41.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Say what?</title><content type='html'>So if you have no knowledge of the characters of Mario Party, this post will be as confusing to you as it was to me.  The following conversation happened yesterday between Ryan and I.  It left me confused and laughing because I had no idea what was going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Hey Mom, did you know that King Boo is Boo's dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really?  Who is King Boo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Boo's dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (laughing) Okay, who is Boo? (thinking the little girl from Monsters, Inc., but&lt;br /&gt;knowing that's not what he's talking about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: (gives me a look like...how could I not know who Boo is and he even huffs a little and sticks his hand out like he's frustrated with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (laughing) I don't know who Boo is.  Who is Boo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: King Boo's son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burst out laughing because this conversation is just hilarious.  I retold it to Bon when he got home and he kind of chuckled and asked Ryan who King Boo and Boo were and then realized that they were characters on the Mario Party game that our neighbor girl brought over to play on the Wii. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny thing that happened with Ryan was last night at dinner.  I had marinated some chicken and Bon grilled it and we were all at the table eating and Ryan had three helpings of chicken.  He said about 4 times "This chicken is SO good!"  After he finished eating, I was finishing up while Bon cleared the table.  Ryan was still in the room with me, so I said "mmmmm.....this chicken is SO good!"  Ryan leans over to me and in a dramatic whisper says " I know!"  lol  It was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to post good things about Ryan so that on bad days with him I can read these and realize I really do love him and want to keep him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-1193710197743435381?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/1193710197743435381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=1193710197743435381' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1193710197743435381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1193710197743435381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/08/say-what.html' title='Say what?'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-6467825948046630599</id><published>2009-08-13T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:44:23.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Censoring himself</title><content type='html'>Earlier this week, I was told that Ty was laying in bed with no diaper and no pants on.  He was just "playing" whatever version of his own game he had in his head and it seems I wasn't too concerned, because I forgot about him for a little while.  I had seen Reagan and Ryan running around with two of our neighbor kids upstairs, but then, like an "aha" moment, I thought..."where's Ty?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he was indeed laying in bed with obviously nothing on.  He had strategically placed his pillow and was off in dreamland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SoQYtY_mjOI/AAAAAAAAAv8/wS1iTJzfo3M/s1600-h/100_4233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SoQYtY_mjOI/AAAAAAAAAv8/wS1iTJzfo3M/s400/100_4233.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-6467825948046630599?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/6467825948046630599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=6467825948046630599' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6467825948046630599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6467825948046630599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/08/censoring-himself.html' title='Censoring himself'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SoQYtY_mjOI/AAAAAAAAAv8/wS1iTJzfo3M/s72-c/100_4233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-2135230413393518079</id><published>2009-07-18T20:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:33:38.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan's um..er...compliment?</title><content type='html'>Today I was sorting laundry in my bathroom when Reagan came in and said that the house was stinky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What does it smell like?&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: It smells like you do when you first get out of bed in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking...uh...thanks??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We walk out of the bedroom and I smell "the stink" too and say "Reagan, it smells like Ty went poop" while thinking...do I really smell this bad when I get out of bed??  lol&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-2135230413393518079?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/2135230413393518079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=2135230413393518079' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/2135230413393518079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/2135230413393518079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/07/reagans-umercompliment.html' title='Reagan&apos;s um..er...compliment?'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-4704010046891090186</id><published>2009-07-14T19:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:55:18.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousin withdrawal?</title><content type='html'>My kids have been acting nuts the past two days.  Whining, tattling, crying, fit throwing, you name it.  They are doing it.  And I'm about to strangle them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe they are going through cousin withdrawal.  For the last two weeks, they had cousins at their disposal to play with, watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; with and to just hang around with.  Now that we are back home, they seem to be annoyed with each other constantly.  They are bickering like an old married couple and screaming like newlyweds.  It's driving me to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;looney&lt;/span&gt; bin!  I'm not sure how to help them through this process.  Maybe a good noodle flogging?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Monday I had a regular OB &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;.  We heard the baby's heartbeat at a fast 150.  My next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; is scheduled for the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of August.  That morning I have an ultrasound to  "check growth" as my sister-in-law &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shimber&lt;/span&gt; would say, since she doesn't find out the gender until delivery.  But really the ultrasound is to find out gender.  :)  I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; and I want a girl, you know that Reagan wants a girl and in a sweet moment (seriously...it lasted only a moment) Ryan said he was hoping for a girl so that Reagan would have a sister.  But we'll take a boy too.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Ty's third birthday.  We got him a bike and helmet.  He was super excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Ryan lost his first tooth.  He said he pulled it out because it was so loose.  The tooth fairy gave him a dollar in quarters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night Ryan and Ty were too scared to go to sleep because they were afraid the tooth fairy would come in and take their teeth.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; told them that the tooth fairy only took teeth that were under pillows, so as long as they kept their heads on top of their pillows, there was nothing to be afraid of.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  I don't know how they slept after that comforting news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the things we think of just so we can get our kids to go to bed.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-4704010046891090186?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/4704010046891090186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=4704010046891090186' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/4704010046891090186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/4704010046891090186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/07/cousin-withdrawal.html' title='Cousin withdrawal?'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-1367031577740112349</id><published>2009-06-26T18:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:43:09.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people are so demanding</title><content type='html'>Hinting around that I don't post on here enough.  Sheesh.  ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm sure that all of you loyal readers know by now that we are expecting again.  Due date of January 4th.  I'm excited and still battling nausea every day.  I was sicker (is that a word?) toward the first of June and had to get an IV.  But since then I have not thrown up. *knock on wood*  Just trying to keep up on water intake is hard though, so I have days where I'm not feeling up to par.  And lack of sleep makes me feel sick.  Bon told me that should be a no brainer.  :)  Anyway...had my first check-up on Tuesday and they did a quick ultrasound and everything looked good!  I hope it continues to grow and be healthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we went camping with some friends of ours.  We had a blast, even though the temps were in the 90's.  We got a sweet campsite because our friend's dad works for the park, so we were in a secluded area.  Had it all to ourselves and it was great!  The kids did really well.  It was Reagan and Ty's first time camping and they had a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty had a tick bite him while we were there.  We got the body off but the head didn't come out until Wednesday.  And Wednesday was when he woke up with what I thought were hives.  So I was a little concerned, but all the google images of tick rashes looked different, so I just gave him Claritin and rubbed hydrocortisone cream on him.  Thursday he woke up with more of a rash and by late morning, his hands and feet were swollen.  That had me very concerned, so I made an appointment.  Turns out, he developed an allergy to penicillan, which he had been taking since the Monday before for an ear infection.  So his rash is now all over his body and itches like crazy.  He's still swollen and tired.  After I'm done posting here, I'll give him an oatmeal bath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning we fly out to Utah!  The kids are so excited for a plane ride and to see their cousins!  I'm not even close to being all packed and ready, so I need to hustle.  lol  The difference from when we were first married to now is amazing to me.  When we were getting ready to go on a trip when first married, I would have been packed by Wednesday, impatiently waiting for our departure.  Now I'm lucky if I get done all I want to.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I go to grind some oatmeal for a bath.  I really hope it works for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy now Shaynee??  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-1367031577740112349?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/1367031577740112349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=1367031577740112349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1367031577740112349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1367031577740112349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-people-are-so-demanding.html' title='Some people are so demanding'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-273819225821589972</id><published>2009-05-26T11:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:03:20.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quick update.</title><content type='html'>Got a new computer.  I'm in love with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan is counting down until school's out.  June 9th can't be here fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan turns 5 on the 4th of June.  I was mean and told him he wasn't getting a party.  He was sad.  lol  Maybe he'll have one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty is sleeping in a big boy bed.  But is refusing to go potty on the big boy potty.  So that's gross.  He also pee'd on our bed last week after a bath.  Bon was NOT happy, and neither was Ty after that swat on the bare bum.  :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to the store to grab some milk and other essentials.   It's really hot down here and I wish our neighborhood had the pool built.  We're having issues with them cutting the grass on the empty lots, so we definitely know a pool is not happening this year. Oh well...that's what friends are for.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-273819225821589972?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/273819225821589972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=273819225821589972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/273819225821589972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/273819225821589972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/05/quick-update.html' title='quick update.'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-6149260858895111705</id><published>2009-05-05T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:51:30.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*twitch twitch*</title><content type='html'>Bon's been gone for 3 days so far and I already have a twitch.  It could be from Ty's whining/fit throwing that he's developed recently.  Or it could be from Ryan's endless questions.  Either one is bound to do it I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-6149260858895111705?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/6149260858895111705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=6149260858895111705' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6149260858895111705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6149260858895111705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/05/twitch-twitch.html' title='*twitch twitch*'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-5738264024484043642</id><published>2009-04-29T22:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:35:07.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wasn't going to, but now that you said it...I will.</title><content type='html'>Today I've felt progressively grumpier with the kids.  Impatient, rude to them, to the point where I just needed to be away from them.  Bon was sitting outside and told me to join him.  We sat on the steps of our deck and looked into the sky and the trees.  Commented on how nice it was, how the weather was perfect right then.  Then, Bon being silly said "The sky is pretty.  You're pretty."  lol  Then because I felt emotional right then, he looked over at me and asked if I was going to cry.  "No!" I chuckled, making myself choke down the tears that hadn't reached my eyes yet.  Then he asked if I was going to blog about it.  lol  Well, I wasn't, but now I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, it's a hard week for me.  A year has passed so quickly and I'm working through my grief still.  The raw emotion of it is still there.  I feel like I should be able to move on from this.  What other trials am I going to have to endure?  How does Heavenly Father know that I can handle this when I already feel broken?  Is there something I haven't learned yet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday will be one year.  Reagan has been wanting to wear my necklace to school.  I told her that I needed to wear it right now because it's helping me this week.  She asked me when Logan's birthday was.  Soon, I told her.  The next night she asked me again.  I told her it was on Friday.  How did she know?  I love that girl so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  I need to go to bed.  I am watching my friends girls in the morning and so I won't be able to sneak a nap in while the boys watch Curious George and Sid the Science Kid.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-5738264024484043642?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/5738264024484043642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=5738264024484043642' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/5738264024484043642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/5738264024484043642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wasnt-going-to-but-now-that-you-said.html' title='I wasn&apos;t going to, but now that you said it...I will.'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-8364440160069753732</id><published>2009-04-26T21:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:09:25.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The big 3-0</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be 30 tomorrow.  Holy cow.  How did I get to be 30?  It seems like just a few years ago Bon and I got married and then I blinked and now I'll be 30??  I remember when that seemed so old!  Just like when living in the 2000's seemed soooo far away.  But yet, we are 9 years into the 2000's and I'm not that old.  lol  I feel old some days, but I just remind myself that I'm 6 years younger than my sister.  ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing big to report.  Reagan goes on a field trip tomorrow.  She was in tears tonight trying to pick out clothes.  I wanted her in shorts, she wanted a skirt.  We finally settled on a skirt with the shorts built in.  I told her that I was sorry I was snappy, but she was frustrating me.  Her response??  "well...you're frustrating ME!"  lol  Yeah, I guess I was.  too cute.  I cut her hair last Sunday.  She's been begging to have it cut short into a bob for a while.  So since the chunk of hair that she cut when a toy got stuck in it was finally longer (you know...not at mid-ear length, but below her ear) I cut it.  She looks really cute and she loves it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to register Ryan this week for kindergarten!  It'll surely be different here next year.  I can't imagine both of them gone.  I'm hoping that we can request teachers, cause I'd request the same one that Reagan has.  Friday after school I took the kids to the park and I tried teaching Ryan and Reagan how to ride without training wheels.  Ryan did really good and I was so sad I forgot my camera!  But I didn't have much patience with Reagan.  She was too interested in the world around her.  People playing, cars driving by.  Plus she would be leaning to one side and couldn't figure out how to correct her balance even though I was calmly and patiently trying to explain it to her.  But man, my back was killing me by the end, from leaning over holding on to their seats while running behind them.  I'll have to remember my camera next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our neighbors have a dog.  It's been quite the shaggy dog since they've lived here.  But on Friday, they got her groomed and yesterday we saw "Pepper" after her cut and it's super short and cute.  Today before church, we cut Ty's hair.  It's usually an ordeal with lots of screaming and grabbing going on, but today he was good.  But when our neighbor stopped by, he opened the door and said "I got my hair cut, just like Pepper!"  It was totally cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon has some more traveling lined up.  I haven't really been doing anything too newsworthy.  Just trying to keep the house clean/tidy and my goal is to put away the laundry no more than two days after it's been folded.  So far so good!  lol  Pretty lame news!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-8364440160069753732?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/8364440160069753732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=8364440160069753732' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8364440160069753732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8364440160069753732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-3-0.html' title='The big 3-0'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-485095929421927873</id><published>2009-04-16T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:24:10.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know!</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I updated the blog.  Does everyone really wonder what's going on in the mind of me?  Cause sometimes it's a tad crazy!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are doing great!  Reagan lost her third tooth this morning.  It's been super loose for a couple of weeks now and for about a week she would go to bed and tell me that in the morning her tooth would come out.  And finally this morning, she pushed on it with her tongue and said "look how loose it is!" and it was like at a 90 degree angle.  I told her to just pull it and she pushed on it again with her tongue and out it popped.  We put it in a baggie and she's awaiting the tooth fairy to visit tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parent teacher conferences were a few weeks ago.  She's doing really well and gets along with everyone.  Her teacher told me that right now their reading level should be at a 1/2 and Reagan's is at an 11/12.  So she's basically reading at the level of what a first grader should be reading in the middle of their year.  She got a card in the mail and she read all of it except for two words.  I just can't believe how grown up she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan is great too.  He can still be my button pusher, but sometimes I look at him and my heart just melts with how much love I feel for him.  In our ward, there is a Spanish "section" (it's not a branch, but they do have their own sacrament meeting, but their kids join our primary).  In Ryan's class, there is a kid named Diego.  I don't think Diego knows much English.  And from what I've picked up from Ryan, I think that Ryan thinks Diego is "THE" Diego...as in Dora's cousin.  Ryan will say stuff like "Diego was in my class today!  He was wearing his backpack, but he had on normal church clothes."  Or "Diego was wearing a cool watch, but it didn't have any animal stuff on it."  It cracks me up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty is still my snuggle muffin.  He is talking up a storm and usually is volume is set at LOUD!  And he gets mad when he's shushed.  "NO! I'm tryin to tell you somethin!"  We are slowly potty training him.  He'll wake up dry every other day or so and so I try to get him to pee on the potty.  But sometimes he wants nothing of it.  I don't want to force it, so it's no big deal.  Today he said something about something flying out of his butt and I cracked up.  So of course he and Ryan start making up stuff to say using the word butt and try to make it funny so that I'll laugh agian.  They are boys for sure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Easter the kids were talking about Jesus dying on the cross and Ryan pipes in and says something about when Jesus's head was cut off.  I wondered where they heard that from and they told me that the neighbor girl had told them that.  I quickly informed them that his head was not cut off.  Then Ryan said that Jesus had nails all over his body.  Again..from the neighbor girl.  So we had a short little Easter lesson all while riding home from the store.  They were asking good questions too, like about the crown of thorns and why he wore it.  It's times like that where I feel like I'm doing an adequate job of teaching my children the gospel.  I may not understand it all myself, but if I can share and teach the basics, then that's what I can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon has been busy with work.  He was gone for a couple of weeks at the end of March.  He took off last Thursday and had Good Friday off work and it was so nice to have him here for four days.  We worked on building our square foot gardens and doing stuff around the house.  He installed some floresent lighting in the garage too, that is really brightened up our mess.  ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing pretty okay.  I've become good friends with one of my neighbors.  She moved here from MI and didn't know anyone here and our kids are great friends.  We are often at each others houses.  We had them over for Easter dinner.  I helped her build a swingset in their backyard.  She's someone that I've felt comfortable with from the beginning, which is hard for me to do.  I was like that with my best friend Kendra and I'm glad that I have found someone here that I can talk to and get to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started therapy and go once every two weeks.  I'm learning new ways to think about situations and I'm trying new ways to be myself.  I have to teach myself how to get along with myself, basically.   My inner critic and the part of me that we have labled "reserved" aren't very nice to me and aren't who I really am, so I am trying to change myself to find myself.  My thoughts have been flooded lately with the upcoming anniversary of losing Logan.  My next appt with my therapist is May 1, the day that he was birthed, and my assignment is to bring a couple of helium balloons in baby colors to the session.  I'm really dreading that whole week.  This loss has really been hard on me and I've been good to cover it up.  But that is also something  I need to change.  I don't need to cover my grieving because that is who I am right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been trying to lose weight.  I joined a gym with a couple of freinds and we go two or three times a week.  (I couldn't go when bon was out of town, so I haven't been as much)  I worked hard this week on my body and I am so sore!  The muscles that you use for sneezing and coughing are aching!  My arms are sore.  But I feel like I notice a change.  And that's good for me to make me keep going.  I've lost 4 pounds too, by watching what I eat and using Sparkpeople.com.  I have about 30 more that I'd like to lose, but we'll see once summer comes around what I'll be doing then.  I've just never been this heavy (except when pregnant, so that doesn't count) and I don't like how I look or feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's your blog update folks.  Now that it took an hour to type out, I better hit the sack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-485095929421927873?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/485095929421927873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=485095929421927873' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/485095929421927873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/485095929421927873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know!'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-7718290673362847729</id><published>2009-03-31T14:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:32:50.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another edition of the things kids say</title><content type='html'>Last week, the kids were begging me to eat candy.  Over and over and over.  I was sick of them asking and tired of them whining and crying when I said no.  Ryan asked me one more time and I finally said "go!  Go eat candy til your heart's content!"  He runs out of the room and says "Sissy!  Sissy!  Mom said we could eat candy till our heart was content!!"  Reagan says "Ooohh!!!  (pause)  What does 'content' mean?"  Ryan said "I don't know, but we get to eat candy!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-7718290673362847729?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/7718290673362847729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=7718290673362847729' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/7718290673362847729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/7718290673362847729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-edition-of-things-kids-say.html' title='Another edition of the things kids say'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-1210355530539489046</id><published>2009-03-11T06:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T07:04:11.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, springtime.</title><content type='html'>This weather is good for my soul.  Sitting outside in the sun, reading a book.  Heaven on earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are planning out our garden.  Tomatoes, zucchini, squash, lettuce, and some other stuff.  I want to plant flowers in my front beds too.  I thought impatiens would work well, since they don't get any or much sun.  Poppy's look to be a popular flower down here too.  I need to plant some bulbs too, but I guess I need to wait until fall.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys and I went to the county's main library yesterday.  Holy normal size library!  I was in heaven.  This town's little branch is super-dooper tiny and it's amazing the variety of books the normal sized library has....I'm just not used to it!  I just might make the 20 minute trek there every week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold me accountable, but I want to lose 5-10 pounds this month.  I've been creeping up the scales and am 20 pounds heavier than I normally weigh.  And once I get down to what I normally weigh, I'd still like to lose about 15 from that.  So I'm trying to eat better foods and less of it.  Oh, and moving more...you know.  That blasted thing they call exercise.  I hate sweating and feeling hot, so I struggle with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-1210355530539489046?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/1210355530539489046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=1210355530539489046' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1210355530539489046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1210355530539489046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/03/ah-springtime.html' title='Ah, springtime.'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-1367754501980123855</id><published>2009-03-05T13:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:28:37.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An update</title><content type='html'>The world stopped down here in NC Sunday night into Monday.  We got maybe 4-5 inches of snow and seriously...the world stopped.  No one here is used to driving in snow, nor are the city's equipped with snow plows and salt trucks, etc.  So school was cancelled on Monday and Tuesday and there was a 2-hour delay on Wednesday.  There are still spots of snow on the ground, especially in places where the sun hasn't melted it.  We also had a couple of power outages that lasted mere seconds.  We heard a big crash on Sunday night and thought a car had crashed.  Later on Monday we discovered that two trees had fallen on the other side of our property line (so away from us and our neighbor) and there is currently another tree that is leaning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;waaaaay&lt;/span&gt; over like something is pulling the top down.  It's just a matter of time until that one breaks as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday  night we went to family in our church's house.  We played games and we actually got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; to play Guitar Hero, which amazingly he was good at!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  The kids had fun too.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; that night, Ty threw up all over his bed and himself.  It's been a long week, but I think he's all better now.  Hasn't thrown up since Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Tuesday, the older ones started swim lessons.  They will continue them every Tuesday and Thursday for the month of March.  Ty is also in a parent/child class on Saturdays for two months.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bon's&lt;/span&gt; going to them with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And an update on me.  I started going to therapy.  My first session was a couple of weeks ago.  It went very well and we addressed a lot if things.  I go back this coming Monday.  When I left her office the last time, she told me I needed to work on lowering my expectation levels for myself.  Right now they are too high and that's adding to my stress level, which is already high.  And as I've typed it out or tell someone that I'm to lower my expectations, it sounds like horrible advice, but it really  makes sense to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's where this Carter family is at right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-1367754501980123855?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/1367754501980123855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=1367754501980123855' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1367754501980123855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1367754501980123855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='An update'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-3283251660972076905</id><published>2009-02-26T09:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:03:42.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan</title><content type='html'>Ryan is 4 and a boy.  And I've been told that boys do this, but I'm embarrassed and afraid that he'll become addicted or something.  And I'm sure some of you moms know what I'm referencing without even saying what he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've threatened that it will fall off.  He doesn't believe me because, well...okay it won't fall off, but you think it would scare him enough that he wouldn't continually play with it.  And it doesn't help that he has a patch of dry skin right above it where his band goes on his underwear.  I've put lotion on it, but he's scratching that all the time too, which he gets nagged for because it's so close to the other offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to try a different kind of underwear.  One that didn't have the scratchy elastic band, but more of a "comfort band".  So we got some of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.st12.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/yhst-90444520943151_2038_74076647"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 300px;" src="http://us.st12.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/yhst-90444520943151_2038_74076647" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got home, I told him to go into the bathroom to put a pair on.  A few minutes later I hear "MOM!  You got me panties!!" in an angry sort of voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, there's no flap or opening in the front like a normal pair of boy's underwear, which is odd.  But he doesn't ever use the flap, so it's fine that they don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  I think he's been scratching less.  And he looks grown up wearing them instead of Spiderman and Lighting McQueen.  ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with the touching thing....I've been tempted to take Gentian Violet and dab some on when he's sleeping.  I might scar him for life though, if he wakes up with it purple.  What do you think??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-3283251660972076905?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/3283251660972076905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=3283251660972076905' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/3283251660972076905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/3283251660972076905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/02/ryan.html' title='Ryan'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-9146725605900765005</id><published>2009-02-23T17:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:13:18.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New colors</title><content type='html'>About a month after Reagan started kindergarten, we found out there is a whole other blue that we didn't know of.  Carolina Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SaMtJ5eSrSI/AAAAAAAAAnk/_EmW84SLEcw/s1600-h/349.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SaMtJ5eSrSI/AAAAAAAAAnk/_EmW84SLEcw/s400/349.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306134434042522914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just recently we learned of an even different color blue.  Duke Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SaMrzpe7ziI/AAAAAAAAAnc/cOhiv2o_drU/s1600-h/nrcp6afk4lq310u1zqo8mried.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SaMrzpe7ziI/AAAAAAAAAnc/cOhiv2o_drU/s400/nrcp6afk4lq310u1zqo8mried.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306132952281501218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now nevermind that they are two different sports and leagues.  That's not important.  What's important is that we make sure she gets the Carolina Blue cup/plate to eat her meals on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-9146725605900765005?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/9146725605900765005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=9146725605900765005' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/9146725605900765005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/9146725605900765005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-colors.html' title='New colors'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SaMtJ5eSrSI/AAAAAAAAAnk/_EmW84SLEcw/s72-c/349.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-3421431017385139789</id><published>2009-02-15T21:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:24:41.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today in church</title><content type='html'>if you happened to be sitting near our family, you would have heard this come from our two year old's mouth after seeing a slender black man.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"is that Arock Obama?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon's eyes got huge, as did mine, and then we bust up laughing.  He asked me where he'd heard that from.  Uh, tv, Reagan, Ryan, and have I mentioned on here that Reagan occasionally likes to watch Newshour with Jim Lehrer?  lol  So yeah.  He's heard of our nation's president before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-3421431017385139789?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/3421431017385139789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=3421431017385139789' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/3421431017385139789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/3421431017385139789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-in-church.html' title='Today in church'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-677717368304079285</id><published>2009-02-12T21:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:02:47.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for myself</title><content type='html'>I've been doing some soul searching lately.  Some digging down deep, trying to figure out who I am, what my purpose is, trying to find happiness or a sense of normalcy.  I've been trying to find out why I feel the way I do and how I can get it to stop.  I've always considered myself a strong person.  Not only physically, but mentally.  I've had one hell of a life.  But I'm coming to my breaking point.  I am struggling to hold on to me.  My strength is running out and I'm finding it hard to hang on anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 was such a hard year for me.  From mid-January until late April, I was sick.  Like barely functioning sick.  That's just what pregnancy does to me.  And once I started to feel better I learned that the baby died.  What a shock.  I grieve.  And grieve some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I start to focus on selling our house.  What a nightmare that was.  It sold so quickly.  It came as a shock to me.  I wasn't ready to move.  To say goodbye to my friends and in-laws.  And then we found a house here in NC and we moved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved in the week I was supposed to be having a baby.  If you saw me that week, you wouldn't have known that my heart was heavy or that it was on my mind.  But it was all I could think about.  I was consumed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am still consumed.  I am depressed.  I am jealous.  I think about all the loved ones I have lost and the memory of them is still fresh in my mind.  I cannot shake this heaviness that is in my heart and soul.  I can feel happiness, but it only lasts a short while.  And then my head is filled again with cloudiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read this book.  http://www.amazon.com/Reaching-Hope-Perspective-Recovering-Depression/dp/157345849X  It is wonderful and I will be reading it again.  I felt peace and understanding while reading it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now I will be working on me.  I will press forward and do all I can to help myself get to feeling normal and comfortable.   I will continue to develop friendships here.  I will try not to feel so self-conscious or feel like I'm losing my grip.   And any extra thoughts or prayers on my behalf would be great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my friends.  My family.   For being there if I needed you.  I can only hope I can return the favor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-677717368304079285?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/677717368304079285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=677717368304079285' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/677717368304079285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/677717368304079285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/02/searching-for-myself.html' title='Searching for myself'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-6289349593575730909</id><published>2009-02-08T20:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:07:46.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9 bottles of water</title><content type='html'>That is what the kids decided to open and pour out on our driveway today...all at the encouragement of our next door neighbor girl.  She comes up with some hair-brained ideas and my kids lose all sorts of common sense and self-control and they do what she says!  It's ridiculous!  The other day when she was over, I was upstairs sewing my curtains and they were downstairs.  I came down and they had play-doh all over the living room/dining room, after I told them not to.  And they had also made a drink consisting of orange juice, Bon's dairy free milk, juice from a capri sun and who knows what else.   Bon said I should've made them drink it all, but I didn't want to clean up any puke.  But because they mixed up that drink, there was a sticky mess all over my dining table and chairs and the floor.  I was so mad.  I had to mop and wipe it all down.  After she had gone home, I learned that she made them (and by "made them" I mean "told them") to eat some play doh.  So they did!  We've been trying to tell them that they do not need to listen to her and to use their common sense!  She's only 7, so it's not like she has that much either, but c'mon!  She's a really nice girl and her parents are great too.  I guess I'll just have to hang around better/more when they play together.  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-6289349593575730909?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/6289349593575730909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=6289349593575730909' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6289349593575730909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6289349593575730909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/02/9-bottles-of-water.html' title='9 bottles of water'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-6148176749530638442</id><published>2009-02-04T14:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:11:14.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When they are young</title><content type='html'>Do you ever look at your children and wonder when they were taught to demand things instead of asking politely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sit back and let me explain something to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently found the source of where they are being taught this behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SYn2P74tpZI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ESG5wA5Yspo/s1600-h/Dora5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SYn2P74tpZI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ESG5wA5Yspo/s400/Dora5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299037190212134290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Family/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Family/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.  Dora and Diego.  They are working together to corrupt the minds of our children.  They teach that when you ask for something in a not so nice way, you get results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they also teach the pimp method.  Dora wants her backpack?  Well Dora gets her backpack.  Oh, but not by asking for it nicely herself.  She makes YOU ask for it.  And it's not really even asking.  It's like demanding.  "What do we need?"  "Backpack!"  "What?"  "Backpack!"  "louder!"  "BACK-PACK!"  And voila.  There's her backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next she'll be asking your kids to choose a gang color and consider her as the leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Diego is no better.  Heck.  He yells at monkeys for misbehaving.  I haven't been around too many monkeys, but I bet they are all ornery.  And I bet they are pissed they are called the Bo Bo Brothers.  I know I wouldn't be to happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you hear your kid screaming "BACK PACK!!" at the tv, maybe it's time to turn it to....Mr. Roger's Neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, you thought I was going to say off.  I'm not *that* crazy!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-6148176749530638442?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/6148176749530638442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=6148176749530638442' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6148176749530638442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6148176749530638442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-they-are-young.html' title='When they are young'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SYn2P74tpZI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ESG5wA5Yspo/s72-c/Dora5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-7958691909639194477</id><published>2009-02-02T17:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:45:47.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, this is bad</title><content type='html'>You know your two-year old has seen too much Mamma Mia when they are sitting by their sister and as she reads titles of books, she pauses and the said two-year old says "dot dot dot?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-7958691909639194477?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/7958691909639194477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=7958691909639194477' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/7958691909639194477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/7958691909639194477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-this-is-bad.html' title='Oh, this is bad'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-2589396914445224604</id><published>2009-02-02T15:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:28:33.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I was stronger</title><content type='html'>I would go and balance my washing machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not, so I won't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's really annoying and loud.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-2589396914445224604?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/2589396914445224604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=2589396914445224604' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/2589396914445224604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/2589396914445224604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-i-was-stronger.html' title='If I was stronger'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-1083911041212673196</id><published>2009-01-27T14:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:03:21.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another</title><content type='html'>Poor me, woe is me post.  Are you sick of these yet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just accept myself for who I am?  Why am I always wishing to be thinner, happier, a better dresser, more friendly, a better housekeeper, a good decorator, etc, etc, etc!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is good.  Bon works hard to provide for us and give us everything we could ever need and it seems that all I ever do is wish myself and my surroundings different.  Could that stem from the fact I was never good enough as a teen?  Has that really damaged me, even after all this time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss my friends right now.  I'll be getting together with moms from the ward 3-4 times this week and it just brings up my insecurities all over again.  Trying to fit in or feeling like I need to fit in is hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  Tomorrow is a new day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-1083911041212673196?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/1083911041212673196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=1083911041212673196' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1083911041212673196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1083911041212673196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/01/yet-another.html' title='Yet another'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-4462910629358467031</id><published>2009-01-25T20:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:21:41.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Random things</title><content type='html'>My friend who blogs &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://housewifeconfesses.blogspot.com/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;has asked us to list 6 random  things in our fridge.  Wanna participate?  Feel free! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My six:&lt;br /&gt;1. Home made grape juice.&lt;br /&gt;2. a rotten cucumber.&lt;br /&gt;3. a pound of ground turkey&lt;br /&gt;4. cookie dough&lt;br /&gt;5. lactose free milk&lt;br /&gt;6. an orange soda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-4462910629358467031?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/4462910629358467031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=4462910629358467031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/4462910629358467031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/4462910629358467031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/01/6-random-things.html' title='6 Random things'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-1680960349465104648</id><published>2009-01-21T10:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:13:29.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like rollover minutes, but not.</title><content type='html'>You know those commercials on tv that have the rollover minutes?  The kids try to get rid of them and the mom is adamant that they keep them because they are the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is my favorite.  It cracks me up every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KgFw7o5hQtc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KgFw7o5hQtc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've decided that chores are like rollover minutes.  Whatever doesn't get done just rolls over into the next week/month/year.  But unlike rollover minutes, rollover chores are not a good thing.  That just means that a) there is too much to do and not enough time or b) I'm just lazy.  And while I'd like to say that I'm productive most days, that would just be a lie.  Sure...I get the kids dressed and fed and run the dishwasher.  But I could do so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized too, that you must think that after &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-keeping-it-real.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; last week, that I haven't done anything.  Au contraire my friend.  I have done some stuff, but not enough.  And I did take pictures of what I have done.  So just for some proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice my crush Chris Martin on the tv.  He can sing to me anytime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SXdF5rqQIHI/AAAAAAAAAkc/HqnhPGdGJR0/s1600-h/IMG_1368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SXdF5rqQIHI/AAAAAAAAAkc/HqnhPGdGJR0/s400/IMG_1368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293776744272109682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SXdHqj6TEKI/AAAAAAAAAkk/x2Xqg3-UTeE/s1600-h/IMG_1370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SXdHqj6TEKI/AAAAAAAAAkk/x2Xqg3-UTeE/s400/IMG_1370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293778683517145250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And check this out.  You can see my closet floor!  The one basket is socks that need mated and the other is socks/undies and stuff that just need put away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SXdIbLfEN-I/AAAAAAAAAks/UPFs7DGetAU/s1600-h/IMG_1369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SXdIbLfEN-I/AAAAAAAAAks/UPFs7DGetAU/s400/IMG_1369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293779518774065122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will keep rolling over my work until it's done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which might be never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-1680960349465104648?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/1680960349465104648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=1680960349465104648' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1680960349465104648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1680960349465104648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-like-rollover-minutes-but-not.html' title='It&apos;s like rollover minutes, but not.'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SXdF5rqQIHI/AAAAAAAAAkc/HqnhPGdGJR0/s72-c/IMG_1368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-8650562159896024025</id><published>2009-01-19T08:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T08:34:11.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that sound?</title><content type='html'>Oh, that's the sound of my butt spreading across this chair.  You see, I feel like I've become one with the chair.  You know, a sort of special relationship has formed between us.  It allows me to sit at the computer and I allow it to...hold me.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  I've been sitting in this chair way too much lately.  I've been trying to avoid being a parent, trying to deal with them by ignoring them isn't very family friendly, if you know what I mean.  Ignoring them and being here is not going to make my problems go away, or clean my house, or teach my kids anything useful.  So even though my husband is out of town for the week and I'd really like to be the one gone instead, I will make an effort to be sitting in this chair less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need boundaries.  Rules.  And lots of chocolate....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-8650562159896024025?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/8650562159896024025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=8650562159896024025' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8650562159896024025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8650562159896024025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-that-sound.html' title='What&apos;s that sound?'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-2206696669065171382</id><published>2009-01-15T09:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:56:55.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects</title><content type='html'>I usually have a mental list of different projects I want to do/get done.  Like right now it's painting our end tables in our bedroom and the TV casing thing.  And making a wallet for my sister, a dress or two for Reagan, maybe throw in a skirt too.  But I'm usually a slacker and don't work on my projects like I want to.  Maybe I can make this a new goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tell me, oh faithful readers, what are some of your mental projects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now it's really cold outside and Ty is playing...outside.  By himself.  Does that make me a negligent mom?  I know he's out there, he has a big winter coat on, but no gloves/mittens and just crocs.  Hopefully he'll come inside soon when he realizes how cold it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you haven't heard me whine enough....  Bon is going to be out of town all next week.  I'm going to be so bored!  Anyone want to come visit?  Reagan only has school two days next week....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-2206696669065171382?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/2206696669065171382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=2206696669065171382' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/2206696669065171382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/2206696669065171382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/01/projects.html' title='Projects'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-8305448167352353368</id><published>2009-01-14T09:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:35:16.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Keeping it Real</title><content type='html'>I'm part of an LDS moms private forum.  We have a challenge going on, trying to motivate us to keep our houses clean.  Cause cleanliness is close to godliness or something like that.  A house of order... etc.  I don't know how the sayings go, but I do know that I feel better when my house is in order.  So the other day I took some pictures of the worst spots in my house at that moment.  Some rooms have been picked up/swept, etc, but having three kids, it's impossible to always have everything in it's place all the time.   So in a weeks time, I hope to show you improved pictures of these same trouble spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our master bed.  Sadly, this was taken the day I decided not to make our bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SW33FiNWh9I/AAAAAAAAAi0/ius7QbjNNhE/s1600-h/IMG_1331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SW33FiNWh9I/AAAAAAAAAi0/ius7QbjNNhE/s400/IMG_1331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My half of the closet.  It's a horrible, horrible mess.  Excuse any inappropriate clothing you may see!  I never wear anything remotely sexy.  Never.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SW33F-4Ie2I/AAAAAAAAAi8/u2YSvbJabGc/s1600-h/IMG_1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SW33F-4Ie2I/AAAAAAAAAi8/u2YSvbJabGc/s400/IMG_1332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SW33GCRtWaI/AAAAAAAAAjE/zpkTTX_YEOY/s1600-h/IMG_1333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SW33GCRtWaI/AAAAAAAAAjE/zpkTTX_YEOY/s400/IMG_1333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play room.  Ryan is in mid sentence there asking why I'm taking a picture of this huge mess.  lol  Well son....it's this here thing called the Internet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SW33GHZZjQI/AAAAAAAAAjM/1zReL6B9DM4/s1600-h/IMG_1334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SW33GHZZjQI/AAAAAAAAAjM/1zReL6B9DM4/s400/IMG_1334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had more pictures, but this will have to do for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-8305448167352353368?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/8305448167352353368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=8305448167352353368' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8305448167352353368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8305448167352353368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-keeping-it-real.html' title='Just Keeping it Real'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SW33FiNWh9I/AAAAAAAAAi0/ius7QbjNNhE/s72-c/IMG_1331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-4360795713927551219</id><published>2009-01-12T10:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:30:53.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's just a depressing reality.</title><content type='html'>If you know me, you know how much I strive to have a clean presentable house.  Some days (weeks!) when laziness and life take over, however, I fall behind, then get mad and then clean in a mad frenzied way.  So lately I've been trying to not get lazy.  I've been somewhat successful in keeping my house mostly presentable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do most of this because I think this is how other people do it.  I walk into their seemingly perfectly clean homes and think that they are really on top of things.  They can prioritize and get it all done, all while having their kids dressed cute and well behaved.  (these are sahm's by the way)  So I think, if they can do it, so can I!  What's so wrong with me that I can't get a handle on my life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After learning last night that my neighbor (that stays at home, has two kids who *still take naps!* and has another on the way) has a cleaning lady, I realize that I am doing the absolute best I can all by myself!  I'm actually feeling quite proud of what I am able to do cleaning wise in my home with three kids and a husband.   I have been setting myself up for failure from day one with my old thinking.  But now I know that even though my house isn't perfect, I have crumbs on my kitchen floor that need swept up, toys scattered in the family room and my dining room table is covered with kids' artwork, I am still doing the best that I know how.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those are my Stuart Smalley thoughts for the day.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-4360795713927551219?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/4360795713927551219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=4360795713927551219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/4360795713927551219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/4360795713927551219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/01/thats-just-depressing-reality.html' title='That&apos;s just a depressing reality.'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-4688270873211057063</id><published>2009-01-07T15:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:38:26.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My kids are funny...sometimes.</title><content type='html'>Just now on the way home from the store, Ty was telling a knock knock joke.  These usually consist of him saying knock knock to whomever is listening and then he says something random and it's never funny.  Well.  Most of the time.  Today here's his joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock knock. &lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;Cargo.....poopyhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though that's not how the joke is supposed to go, that's where it ended.  And it was funny because after he said it, both Reagan and Ryan gave a collective "ewwww" at the same time.  Now *that* was funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ryan was talking about dinosaurs and heaven.  He asked if there was a dinosaur heaven.  I told him I didn't know.  Then Reagan told him he should ask his primary teacher on Sunday because she looked pretty old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!   She later realized that his primary teacher was her primary teacher from last year so "she's not old".  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids.  Sometimes you just gotta love them.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-4688270873211057063?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/4688270873211057063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=4688270873211057063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/4688270873211057063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/4688270873211057063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-kids-are-funnysometimes.html' title='My kids are funny...sometimes.'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-8905854696473049595</id><published>2009-01-07T13:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:44:39.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new favorite recipe for this cookie</title><content type='html'>It's no secret that I like to bake.  Yesterday I made banana bread and oatmeal chocolate chip cookies.  Oh and some snickerdoodles too.  Bon's favorite cookie is Oatmeal Chocolate Chip.  I've used a recipe from Quaker Oats for many years, just substituting the raisins for choc. chips and omitting the cinnamon.  But in the last few months, I tried a new recipe for them and couldn't decide which was better until last night.  Last night I made the old kind.  Never again.  Dry, hard hockey pucks is what they are after just a night.  So my new recipe comes from no other than Nestle.  Here it is in case you want to give yourself a treat later.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choc-Oat-Chip Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 3/4 Cups flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. salt (opt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 cups packed brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup butter or margarine, softened  (I always use Crisco)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp. milk&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 cups quick oats&lt;br /&gt;2 cups chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;1 cup nuts (opt.) (I never add nuts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 375*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat sugars and butter in large mixer bowl until creamy.  Beat in eggs, milk and vanilla extract.  Gradually beat in dry ingredients.  Stir in oats and chocolate chips.  Drop by rounded tablespoon onto ungreased baking sheets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake for 9-10 minutes for chewy cookies or 12-13 minutes for crispy cookies.  Cool on rack.  Makes aprox. 4 doz. cookies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-8905854696473049595?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/8905854696473049595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=8905854696473049595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8905854696473049595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8905854696473049595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-favorite-recipe-for-this-cookie.html' title='My new favorite recipe for this cookie'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-2728037195716757592</id><published>2009-01-06T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:26:50.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some picture sharing</title><content type='html'>If any of you know me really well, you'll know that I'm a bit of a perfectionist.  I try to hide it and it's often hidden amongst the clutter that is my house, but if something tedious (is that the right word?) is to be done, it needs to be done perfect.  My perfectionitis usually flares up while sewing or baking or doing something like making gingerbread houses.  But the day we made these, I tried, honest to goodness tried to refrain from telling the kids how to do it.  I put the houses together for them and had them decorate.  I had royal icing in baggies with a little corner cut off, and showed them how to squeeze it out and then stick the stuff on, but from then on...however they decided to put stuff on was their decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard.  Really hard.  But they were so proud of their creations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SWQg9Rr8D4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/WYflQXGKPUI/s1600-h/IMG_1244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SWQg9Rr8D4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/WYflQXGKPUI/s400/IMG_1244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan's house.  He had Fruit Stripe shingles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SWQg9oLXVII/AAAAAAAAAg8/Zvdv9tl2Vfk/s1600-h/IMG_1250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SWQg9oLXVII/AAAAAAAAAg8/Zvdv9tl2Vfk/s400/IMG_1250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ty didn't get to make one.  He just enjoyed eating candy.  lol  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our Christmas Eve.  Grandma and Grandpa were able to be with us and it was great!  Grandpa was the donkey, Reagan was Mary, Ryan was Joseph, and Ty and Grandma were Shephards.  And the lazy parents just recorded the whole thing.  ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SWQg-BedWXI/AAAAAAAAAhM/aWLtf_oJhgg/s1600-h/IMG_1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SWQg-BedWXI/AAAAAAAAAhM/aWLtf_oJhgg/s400/IMG_1264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll share more pictures later!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-2728037195716757592?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/2728037195716757592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=2728037195716757592' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/2728037195716757592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/2728037195716757592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-picture-sharing.html' title='Some picture sharing'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SWQg9Rr8D4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/WYflQXGKPUI/s72-c/IMG_1244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-8945511205912091843</id><published>2009-01-05T08:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:22:25.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah.</title><content type='html'>Christmas is over, the New Year has begun.  I sent Reagan off on the school bus this morning and it felt wonderful!  No more fighting, screaming, door slamming...and that's all from me!  ;)  It's 8:15 and Ty is still sleeping which is wonderful.  Ryan is watching Arthur and told me to be quiet as I got crushed ice from the fridge.  I could almost go back to bed and snuggle in the warmth, but I feel like I need to maybe clean up the messes that are all over the house since we returned from our trip.  We traveled to Ohio for almost a week and enjoyed seeing everyone.   Our kids were very sad not to see more of Bryce, however, since he's very popular in our house.   We also had Bon's parents here for 5 days and that was fun!  I loved having them.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to keeping resolutions and trying to have a clearer head.  Bon said that goals are better kept if they are simpler.  So instead of saying "goal 1: Exercise 4 days a week" it would be an easier goal if I said "goal 1: put on exercise clothes".  Which means that he really knows me well and knows that I will never exercise 4 days a week, but I do get dressed.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had wonderful holidays!  We are blessed to start our new year healthy and happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-8945511205912091843?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/8945511205912091843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=8945511205912091843' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8945511205912091843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8945511205912091843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2009/01/ah.html' title='Ah.'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-4765248339928702612</id><published>2008-12-22T00:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:17:01.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Breaths</title><content type='html'>In and out.  Calm.  In through the nose and out through the mouth.  Deep breathe that stress away.  Cause there are only 3 days left.  Deep breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a sore spot on my shoulder that is from a tense muscle.  It has not left.  No matter if I massage the crap out of it, or take Advil or heat it.  It's there.  Might not leave until January at this rate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are getting ornerier by the day.  I'm not sure if Santa will bring any gifts for them by the time Christmas actually rolls around.  Sad part is, I know they are trying to be good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is dirty, but live-able.  No one would get sick or be sick from visiting, but I would like it to be spotless.  Which is darn near impossible with three kids, two being boys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't find my brand new spool of green thread.  Which I desperately need.  I ask everyone every day if they've seen it.  My kids always say "you already asked me" to which I reply "cause I'm hoping you found it!"  I really don't know where it could be.  grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm slowly uploading some pictures to Walmart for another Christmas gift.  But walmart is taking For.EVER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really need to go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-4765248339928702612?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/4765248339928702612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=4765248339928702612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/4765248339928702612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/4765248339928702612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2008/12/deep-breaths.html' title='Deep Breaths'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-5533901377726947038</id><published>2008-12-15T08:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:43:22.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone else?  No?  Just me?</title><content type='html'>I am still not ready for Christmas.  I always say how it has snuck up on me this year, blah blah blah, but this year, for reals, I am so not ready.  I know it's coming, but I'm really trying to ignore it.  We have one gift total for our kids.  One.  And so now my frantic countdown begins.  10 days.  10 days until Christmas!  Ack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-5533901377726947038?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/5533901377726947038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=5533901377726947038' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/5533901377726947038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/5533901377726947038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2008/12/anyone-else-no-just-me.html' title='Anyone else?  No?  Just me?'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-8515052028313027638</id><published>2008-12-12T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:31:24.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SUMsi5TNQpI/AAAAAAAAAe0/V2B1L4qNieQ/s1600-h/IMG_1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SUMsi5TNQpI/AAAAAAAAAe0/V2B1L4qNieQ/s400/IMG_1199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was picking up the millions of papers off the floor and counter, I happened across this cute drawing my daughter did.  I love it.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-8515052028313027638?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/8515052028313027638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=8515052028313027638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8515052028313027638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/8515052028313027638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2008/12/peace-on-earth.html' title='Peace on Earth'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SUMsi5TNQpI/AAAAAAAAAe0/V2B1L4qNieQ/s72-c/IMG_1199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-3782879320370648293</id><published>2008-12-10T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:38:21.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SUA2zHXSaFI/AAAAAAAAAeU/UTOfJh4L53A/s1600-h/IMG_1169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SUA2zHXSaFI/AAAAAAAAAeU/UTOfJh4L53A/s400/IMG_1169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. How awesome is this picture?! My son, who's 4, took it and I noticed it as I was uploading pictures. Doesn't it make you think he might be the next abstract photographer? It just cracks me up that this stuffed animal (Sparky) is staring at Ty's feet and Ryan managed to capture that. ;)&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-3782879320370648293?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/3782879320370648293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=3782879320370648293' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/3782879320370648293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/3782879320370648293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-cool.html' title='How cool'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SUA2zHXSaFI/AAAAAAAAAeU/UTOfJh4L53A/s72-c/IMG_1169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-7367715440844862460</id><published>2008-12-08T23:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:44:58.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I have this friend who:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always knows what the right thing is to say at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me cry good happy tears without even trying.&lt;br /&gt;Is like the sister I always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I miss like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kendra for being my very best friend and understanding all of my wackiness.  You can always put an eternal perspective on &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2008/05/great-loss.html"&gt;this year's trials&lt;/a&gt; and it makes me so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/ST316HzKgUI/AAAAAAAAAeM/-0hHMrGwYI4/s1600-h/n1089618843_194140_3237-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/ST316HzKgUI/AAAAAAAAAeM/-0hHMrGwYI4/s400/n1089618843_194140_3237-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277644717222953282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-7367715440844862460?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/7367715440844862460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=7367715440844862460' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/7367715440844862460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/7367715440844862460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2008/12/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/ST316HzKgUI/AAAAAAAAAeM/-0hHMrGwYI4/s72-c/n1089618843_194140_3237-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-2809894718576897068</id><published>2008-12-02T22:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:57:13.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Parade</title><content type='html'>Today, since it was so well advertised (I joke! I heard nothing of it except that the kids got out of school early!), I decided to take the kids and go to the town's Holiday Parade.  It was actually quite fun!  I met up with a new friend from our new ward and a couple of her kids and we watched and laughed and had a great time!  Her daughter was on a float towards the end and at the very end was Santa.  Here are some pictures I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of the parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/STX_GsNeK-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/VKnLnBabv9U/s1600-h/IMG_1098-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/STX_GsNeK-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/VKnLnBabv9U/s400/IMG_1098-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275403028946365410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this guy is a local weatherman.  I had to get a picture of  his name.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/STX_G3MJZ1I/AAAAAAAAAc4/8R990r1OjI4/s1600-h/IMG_1106-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/STX_G3MJZ1I/AAAAAAAAAc4/8R990r1OjI4/s400/IMG_1106-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275403031893600082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, at this point in the parade, Kim (my friend) and I wondered where exactly they keep all these floats from year to year.  Like "oh, I can't park in my garage because there's a giant red shoe in there"???  I did tell him that I loved his fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/STX_HfaCmvI/AAAAAAAAAdA/OcmOB_yt9TQ/s1600-h/IMG_1111-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/STX_HfaCmvI/AAAAAAAAAdA/OcmOB_yt9TQ/s400/IMG_1111-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275403042689293042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys were way cool.  They would circle around going really fast and fall out of formation and go back into formation.  I really liked watching them, like the nerd I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/STX_KaSpdsI/AAAAAAAAAdI/45BL4_e7_hE/s1600-h/IMG_1113-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/STX_KaSpdsI/AAAAAAAAAdI/45BL4_e7_hE/s400/IMG_1113-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275403092855715522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/STX_LH4k79I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/VcckNUpFkg8/s1600-h/IMG_1115-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/STX_LH4k79I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/VcckNUpFkg8/s400/IMG_1115-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275403105094397906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we all are enjoying the parade.  Too bad my Ryan looks like a fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/STYClPdrfKI/AAAAAAAAAdY/G0zwQYFOId4/s1600-h/IMG_1140-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/STYClPdrfKI/AAAAAAAAAdY/G0zwQYFOId4/s400/IMG_1140-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275406852340546722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the only snow we'll see this year.  Wait....lemme ask Larry Sprinkle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/STYClcSdYMI/AAAAAAAAAdg/jPL3lLZWp84/s1600-h/IMG_1151-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/STYClcSdYMI/AAAAAAAAAdg/jPL3lLZWp84/s400/IMG_1151-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275406855783145666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the man of the hour.  Santa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/STYCluZ_Q_I/AAAAAAAAAdo/PSKp6aMb08g/s1600-h/IMG_1154-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/STYCluZ_Q_I/AAAAAAAAAdo/PSKp6aMb08g/s400/IMG_1154-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275406860646564850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-2809894718576897068?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/2809894718576897068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=2809894718576897068' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/2809894718576897068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/2809894718576897068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-parade.html' title='Holiday Parade'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/STX_GsNeK-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/VKnLnBabv9U/s72-c/IMG_1098-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-1760578888603428495</id><published>2008-11-23T22:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:19:16.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day one down, many to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SSocqPWhx3I/AAAAAAAAAbw/p_Wun3x2kzE/s1600-h/100_3708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SSocqPWhx3I/AAAAAAAAAbw/p_Wun3x2kzE/s400/100_3708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272057825791690610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I left for some much needed alone time.  When I returned 5-6 hours later, I was told by Bon that Ty shouldn't have his paci anymore because his teeth are all funky.   So I take a deep breath and say okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before bed, I search his room and find two paci's on the floor.  Stick them in my pocket and as I rock him, he asks about his "sa-sa".  I lie and tell him they are lost, but I'll look for them.  I lay him down and didn't hear him the rest of the night.  Today at church was a little harder because he was whiney and loud and Bon had to take him out twice because we couldn't hush him up by shoving a 'sa sa' in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nap time he whined for them and again I lied and told him I'd look for them.  I layed him down and he screamed and hollered and cried for a good 15 minutes.  Then he slept until loud Ryan woke him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now bedtime again.  And again with the lie.  But only minimal chatter from him and no crying.  So here's an end to the 'sa sa' phase.  It makes me sad that my "baby" is growing up.  And I'm hoping that all the 'sa sa's'  I can't find right now will be found by me and not Ty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SSocqdwgptI/AAAAAAAAAb4/vMBVqhNgMhU/s1600-h/100_3815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SSocqdwgptI/AAAAAAAAAb4/vMBVqhNgMhU/s400/100_3815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272057829658765010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-1760578888603428495?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/1760578888603428495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=1760578888603428495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1760578888603428495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1760578888603428495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-one-down-many-to-go.html' title='Day one down, many to go'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SSocqPWhx3I/AAAAAAAAAbw/p_Wun3x2kzE/s72-c/100_3708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-3261180812720888127</id><published>2008-11-21T21:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:19:19.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that annoy me</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of things that annoy me, but the annoying things usually happen when I'm driving or away from my computer.  So tonight's list is short because I'm going from memory and y'all know how well *I* can remember stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  When you're in the line at a drive thru and people think that 6 feet between their front bumper and the car in front of them is sufficient space.  It's a drive thru!  Move up moron!  Is anyone really going super fast through that line that they might actually do damage if there happened to be a fender bender?!  I mean, really? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  People who use the self-checkouts at stores that have absolutely NO IDEA how to scan items.  I'd just love to be in their heads as they try to figure out that the barcode must pass over the scanner.  "hm, maybe if I press the label of my soup on this red line, it'll scan.  Nope.  How bout the top of the can.  Nope.  Maybe the bottom of the can.  Nope.  Oh, I get it, I get it. It's the back of the label." beep  "Sweet!"  Next item.  "I bet Cap'n Crunch's hat has the secret code on it.  Nope.  I bet it's this maze game on the back.  Nope.  I bet it's the bottom of the box." beep  "Score!"  And so on.  Holy crap people.  Get a clue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I sound like a completely horrible person, but I swear I'm not.  Much.  Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  This one has to do with my sweetie.  I love it when I make a new recipe and you don't eat it at all.  You taste a tiny bit of sauce with your finger and decide not to eat.  Makes me feel great!  &lt;dripping&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a whine.  Bon has had a stressful week at work, which has meant long hours for him.  Well, it's been long hours since we moved really.  He leaves here at 7:45ish and then most nights will return between 6:30-7.  Last week really sucked because after we would eat, we'd get the kids to bed and he'd fall asleep with them.  So I hardly saw him.  That's how it's been this week too, except for falling asleep, which he's only done once this week.  But oh well.  I hope that once this stressful thing is over, maybe he'll be home earlier.  It's not like his job saves lives or is something so vital that it can't wait for tomorrow.  At least, that's how this grumpy wife sees it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-3261180812720888127?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/3261180812720888127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=3261180812720888127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/3261180812720888127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/3261180812720888127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-that-annoy-me.html' title='Things that annoy me'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-9178009721227585970</id><published>2008-11-17T08:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T08:41:29.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Paul Revere moment</title><content type='html'>Bear with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming!!&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming!!&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACK!  Why is it that the days seem to go by faster when it's closer to Christmas?!  Oh, maybe it's because it's dark at 6:00 pm.  But seriously.  I don't think we have one thing for Christmas purchased yet for anyone!  That's kinda stressful!  I started a list of things we can get for people, but I lost it.  That adds to my craziness I'm sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  I just wanted you to all be aware that Christmas is coming.  To see if you'll be stressed out like me.  Aren't I nice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-9178009721227585970?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/9178009721227585970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=9178009721227585970' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/9178009721227585970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/9178009721227585970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2008/11/paul-revere-moment.html' title='A Paul Revere moment'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-4588562663512337297</id><published>2008-11-13T16:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:16:38.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6th picture 6th folder</title><content type='html'>Jeanette tagged me.  I kinda secretly like being tagged.  I'm selfish that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so 6th picture from 6th folder is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SRyYLf9i1RI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y3K9Qt4sTdo/s1600-h/100_3241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SRyYLf9i1RI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y3K9Qt4sTdo/s320/100_3241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268252987442255122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  So artistic with the angle and messiness of it.  This was obviously taken by Ryan, who loves to take many, MANY pictures with my camera.  Some are suprisingly good.  Others?  Um.  Not so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I tag Dorshan, Green Girl, Amy A., Lisa, April and Heidi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-4588562663512337297?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/4588562663512337297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=4588562663512337297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/4588562663512337297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/4588562663512337297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2008/11/6th-picture-6th-folder.html' title='6th picture 6th folder'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SRyYLf9i1RI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y3K9Qt4sTdo/s72-c/100_3241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-6886521962687909384</id><published>2008-11-12T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:36:18.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>My husband told me the other day that he found my blog by searching for "my retrac family".  Uh, why were you looking for my blog?  (not that he's not allowed, I just didn't think he was interested.)  He was thinking that I might have Halloween pictures up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.  Well.  Maybe if I was a good mom I would have.  ;)   So without further ado, here are our kids in all their pre-sugared glory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SRsUES8WRrI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qgC1QpXrJMQ/s1600-h/100_3795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SRsUES8WRrI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qgC1QpXrJMQ/s320/100_3795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan started out being Fancy Nancy, but decided to be a princess instead.  Ryan was a "dar-wook Ninja!" (dark Ninja)  And even though I'm anti-vampire, Ty was the cutest Dracula alive! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, get it?  Play on words there.  I'm clever today, keep up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would go to people's doors and they would just smile and say how cute he was.  Cause he was totally cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids got a lot of loot.  And glow in the dark necklaces at one house which they thought was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya go, Hubster.  *smooch*&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-6886521962687909384?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/6886521962687909384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=6886521962687909384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6886521962687909384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6886521962687909384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SRsUES8WRrI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qgC1QpXrJMQ/s72-c/100_3795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-2197338001928196614</id><published>2008-11-09T20:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:35:16.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've done</title><content type='html'>I saw this on &lt;a href="http://leesspottoblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lee's&lt;/a&gt; blog, who saw it on &lt;a href="http://24-7-365.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alissa's&lt;/a&gt; blog.  I wanted to see how many I could bold.  You try it and let me know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;/span&gt;(band in high school totally counts, right?!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a Meteor Shower&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Climbed a Mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a Lamb&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;(Rockband and Singstar 80's and 90's!)&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;94. Had a baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-2197338001928196614?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/2197338001928196614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=2197338001928196614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/2197338001928196614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/2197338001928196614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-ive-done.html' title='Things I&apos;ve done'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-2591222487785531838</id><published>2008-11-05T13:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:51:01.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause the last one's not working</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid137.photobucket.com/albums/q210/beboretrac/Reagan/100_3798.flv"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-6472140465877143976</id><published>2008-11-04T19:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:49:12.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After one month of being in the south</title><content type='html'>http://s137.photobucket.com/albums/q210/beboretrac/Reagan/?action=view&amp;current=100_3798.flv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-6472140465877143976?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/6472140465877143976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=6472140465877143976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6472140465877143976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6472140465877143976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-one-month-of-being-in-south.html' title='After one month of being in the south'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-9031826896273321543</id><published>2008-10-30T20:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:19:24.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some evidence that we're real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SQpawzv05dI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/y16F68OQ50o/s1600-h/100_3775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SQpawzv05dI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/y16F68OQ50o/s320/100_3775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids enjoyed decorating Daddy's cupcakes.  Reagan felt that all the ones she decorated should have a little bit of every sprinkle on.  Ty didn't care quite so much.  See that cupcake on the left with like, one shake of yellow sprinkles on it?  Ty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I did my make up today (for my dumb NC driver's license) I thought I'd try and get a good picture of Bon and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Excuse the zit on my chin.  Make up wouldn't cover that thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First attempt.  I said, "Look happy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SQpbVFGZpmI/AAAAAAAAAaA/cJyrYu7OUZo/s1600-h/100_3778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SQpbVFGZpmI/AAAAAAAAAaA/cJyrYu7OUZo/s320/100_3778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263119532240250466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean *that* happy! We laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SQpbm5M3vpI/AAAAAAAAAaI/FL_l9GFtrMY/s1600-h/100_3779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SQpbm5M3vpI/AAAAAAAAAaI/FL_l9GFtrMY/s320/100_3779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263119838283808402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!  Seriously now!  C'mon.  I give him a little slap on the bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SQpb-U9J1EI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zdPfnYT4HMM/s1600-h/100_3780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SQpb-U9J1EI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zdPfnYT4HMM/s320/100_3780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263120240871068738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he thinks he's all that. Who knew I married such a comedian?!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay.  For real this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SQpcP_LERiI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ZgVajhbig0E/s1600-h/100_3781-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SQpcP_LERiI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ZgVajhbig0E/s320/100_3781-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263120544261490210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh...that's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-9031826896273321543?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/9031826896273321543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=9031826896273321543' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/9031826896273321543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/9031826896273321543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-evidence-that-were-real.html' title='Some evidence that we&apos;re real'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SQpawzv05dI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/y16F68OQ50o/s72-c/100_3775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-6852825192771184018</id><published>2008-10-30T08:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:21:07.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday hubby.</title><content type='html'>Even though I don't think you even read this blog.  Today I'm going to try and get the house clean.  That's your present.  I know.  Totally what you've been waiting for.   I'm also going to try and get my nc drivers license.  Because you were totally mad that things didn't work out for me to get it yesterday.  That's how much I love you.  To be brave enough to take the boys with me while I take a test and smile and sign my name for an ugly piece of plastic.  (And that's if I pass!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Bon.  And thanks for all you do for us and me.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-6852825192771184018?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/6852825192771184018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=6852825192771184018' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6852825192771184018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6852825192771184018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-hubby.html' title='Happy birthday hubby.'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-1795975253777915441</id><published>2008-10-27T07:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T07:51:16.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beth Anne would be so proud</title><content type='html'>My cousin Beth Anne is a born and bred Arkansan.  Has a southern twang that Texans admire.  She's also the cutest thing (and single, in case any of you sahm's reading this care).  lol  Here's why she'd be proud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan was running a fever on Saturday.  I was laying beside her asking her if she hurt anywhere.  No, just her head.  Where at on your head? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my ah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your EYE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  My eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see...moving down here, my mother-in-law was hoping that the kids wouldn't pick up on the southern drawl and start saying things like "hankerin" and "ain't".  And so far, things have been pretty normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the boys are stuck home with me all day, Bon sits at an office with English and French people with a slight twist of southern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Reagan.  Poor Reagan.  From 8-2 she is being taught by a couple of teachers with drawls and probably hears a lot more twang in one day than I do in a week.  So each day when I pick her up from school, I wait to hear her words.  And I do hear a change sometimes.  However, it's usually faded by the time we make it home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Beth Anne....be proud.  And be lucky she's cute like you.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some cute things Ty says: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k-bob = ketchup&lt;br /&gt;poopyhead = well...poopyhead.  He loves to say this.  Over and over and over.  Like "No I not, poopyhead!" or "I love you mommy, poopyhead!"  Bon tries to tell him to stop, but me?  I think it's hilarious and have to hide my smile/laughs everytime he says it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-1795975253777915441?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/1795975253777915441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=1795975253777915441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1795975253777915441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/1795975253777915441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2008/10/beth-anne-would-be-so-proud.html' title='Beth Anne would be so proud'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-4602958232973355923</id><published>2008-10-24T16:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:48:25.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our realtor said</title><content type='html'>It never rained in the Carolina's.  Hm.  The two or three times that we came down to check out houses, it rained.  Since we've lived here it's rained at least one day a week.  Sometimes two.  Apparently it does rain.  Lots.  I guess North Carolina is not in drought conditions any more.  So glad our moving here could help the entire state.  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-4602958232973355923?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/4602958232973355923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=4602958232973355923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/4602958232973355923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/4602958232973355923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-realtor-said.html' title='Our realtor said'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-6002638675419716162</id><published>2008-10-21T21:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:42:20.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And then there are days like this</title><content type='html'>Waking up at two in the morning from a bad dream.  Checking on the kids to make sure they were still okay and spending extra moments memorizing their faces.  Telling your husband about the bad dream, only to have the visions in your head.  So real.  So sad.  Much crying before 7 a.m.  Still having the heartache of loss.  Empty arms, someone missing.  The longing for more.  Nothing a store could ever sell me, but more of us.  Knowing that with more I become a person I don't like to be for 3 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish time would rewind.  We could push the minute hand back and set the pendulum swinging.  Start over where we were last happy, where haunting visions didn't creep in, where laughing and feeling joy weren't so tiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-6002638675419716162?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/6002638675419716162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=6002638675419716162' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6002638675419716162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/6002638675419716162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-then-there-are-days-like-this.html' title='And then there are days like this'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-3148411985482139795</id><published>2008-10-20T14:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:37:51.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst book I've read in a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/ciu/d8/3c/71657220eca034a9e9c19010._AA240_.L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/ciu/d8/3c/71657220eca034a9e9c19010._AA240_.L.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has great reviews, however, not from me.  I was so bored reading this book that I would skip chapters that weren't relevant to the book.  It's a work of fiction told from the viewpoint of an autistic boy.  I have nothing against those with autism, but man, this book was slow!  And boring!  I even asked some mof's (my online friends) if they had read it, just to see if they could tell me what happened.  They hadn't.  So I had to finish reading it so I would know, but it was painful.  I would not recommend this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-3148411985482139795?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/3148411985482139795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=3148411985482139795' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/3148411985482139795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/3148411985482139795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2008/10/worst-book-ive-read-in-while.html' title='The worst book I&apos;ve read in a while'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-3612069434497566881</id><published>2008-10-14T20:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:37:54.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever have those days?</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have those days where your kids are throwing out one-liners like crazy and you think "I should totally blog about this!"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by the time you finish your day and tuck your angelic kids into bed, you forget everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't nearly as productive today as yesterday.  I managed to go to the school for the Ident-A-Kid thing, then schlepped over to the post office.  The boys were doing quite well and the lady was asking me if I needed any more stamps, etc.  Ty saw they had Mickey Mouse stamps and exclaimed "Mickey Mouse Cubhouz!!!" really loud in that tiny post office.  The people in line chuckled and the po worker laughed and said, "And we also have Mickey Mouse stamps."  lol  I think everyone in the building heard Ty.  He was really that loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the library.  Which in this town is just a branch of the bigger county library(ies?).  So it's pretty tiny.  But I have discovered two new authors that I like.  Joan Hess and Diane Mott Davidson.  Joan has Claire Malloy series which I've read two of so far and they're pretty good.  They both write mysteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also found a kids book that I love and the kids loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SPVJJkuMa4I/AAAAAAAAATI/DKL12cA4M60/s1600-h/61AMK8WSA3L._SS400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SPVJJkuMa4I/AAAAAAAAATI/DKL12cA4M60/s320/61AMK8WSA3L._SS400_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257188568850000770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must check it out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all for the night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-3612069434497566881?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/3612069434497566881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=3612069434497566881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/3612069434497566881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/3612069434497566881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2008/10/ever-have-those-days.html' title='Ever have those days?'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8yV2nlHlI4/SPVJJkuMa4I/AAAAAAAAATI/DKL12cA4M60/s72-c/61AMK8WSA3L._SS400_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-2504692522880860420</id><published>2008-10-13T15:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:27:38.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Said today</title><content type='html'>This morning I was telling Bon that I had a weird dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know those twins from Antique Roadshow that know everything about furniture?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah.  Were you macking and then they'd switch and you didn't know it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what? NO!  (that's gross!)  Anyway one of them and another lady were at my grandma's house.  The lady asked me how long I'd been married and I couldn't quite do the math in my head, so I figured it out to be close to eleven years.  Then they guy asked me how old I was and I paused because I couldn't think of it right away.  He said he was 38.  Then I told him I was 29.  Then I woke up." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.  Then somehow the topic switched to Chippendale furniture, except Bon was thinking Chippendales, the kind that wear a bow tie and not much else and proceded to make the proper bow chicka wow wow sounds.  If I only had some dollar bills....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty is exploding with his talking.  He talked before, but now he's talking in full out paragraphs it seems.  His favorite thing to say lately is "no ur not!"   Like I would say "I'm going to change your diaper now!"  "No ur not!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-2504692522880860420?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/2504692522880860420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=2504692522880860420' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/2504692522880860420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/2504692522880860420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2008/10/said-today.html' title='Said today'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22871843.post-5435041809264715959</id><published>2008-10-02T14:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:35:58.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, it's almost been a month.</title><content type='html'>I swear I post more, but I guess not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now moved, in case you haven't talked to our family since July and didn't know that we sold our house, bought a new house and trekked down to North Carolina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan started kindergarten on Monday.  And on Wednesday she got to ride the bus in the morning.  The afternoon ride would be almost 2 hours long!  And she lives 5 minutes from the school!  So I'll be picking her up in the afternoons.  She is enjoying going to school and it's a lot quieter around here without all the arguing between her and Ryan.  Bon and I do feel sad though, because she has said that so far this week no one has played with her at recess.  Yesterday she just walked around.  :(  That was heartbreaking to hear.  But today she told me she helped a boy named Cody find kids to scare.  lol  I have no idea what that means.  I was trying to figure out if the kids he was scaring were playing with them, but she told me she wasn't playing with them, just helping Cody.  Ok...whatever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys get along fairly well while she's at school.  Ryan wants me to play with him all the time.  I need to break him of that!  lol  We have some trees behind our house and I sent them out to the "woods" today to explore.  They looked so cute out there with thier walking sticks.  I really hope there isn't poison ivy out there.  (i know, i'm a great mom!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon worked from home on Monday, but since has gone into the office.  I dropped by some cookies yesterday.  His boss bought his lunch Tues. and Wed. and said that if he works through lunch, she'll buy.  I laughed out loud when he told me and said "did you tell her you ALWAYS work through lunch?!"  He chuckled and said he didn't.  He's gonna get fat with all this food...since his normal diet is no breakfast, maybe a peanut butter sandwich for lunch with doritos and an occasional good dinner.  Now he still doesn't eat breakfast, but eating lunch and so far (yeah, all 5-6 days) we've had good dinners.  *gasp* I know it's a total shocker that I can actually plan ahead and cook!  It shocks me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a coupon from our realtor for two free hours of handyman services.  So some guy came yesterday and was able to hang blinds in the whole upstairs.  Yay!  We can finally use our master bathroom!  Bon took a shower in our shower this morning for the first time.  We've been using the hall bathroom.  (we aren't completely gross!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the kids sound like they are getting into lots of trouble downstairs without me.  I better check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22871843-5435041809264715959?l=beckyretrac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/feeds/5435041809264715959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22871843&amp;postID=5435041809264715959' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/5435041809264715959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22871843/posts/default/5435041809264715959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyretrac.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow-its-almost-been-month.html' title='Wow, it&apos;s almost been a month.'/><author><name>beckylou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12790012705535465719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEf7zAREQ4A/TgVAoxQiC9I/AAAAAAAABLY/ib2-NMfJF8k/s220/snapshot-23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
