<?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-22039860</id><updated>2012-01-20T07:17:55.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are We There Yet?</title><subtitle type='html'>We are a Catholic, homeschooling family of 8 who eats gluten free, casein (dairy) free and uses as many organic and locally grown foods as possible. We are in constant motion, growth, change and hopefully maturity.  We are constantly learning and finding new ways to provide the best for our family.  Come join us as we search for the answer every kid asks on the journey to some place new...are we there yet?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>247</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-5329948338122032471</id><published>2012-01-14T20:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:55:11.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, We've Been Sick</title><content type='html'>That's actually an understatement for what it is that we have been. As a matter of fact, I'm hoping that because we have been continuously sick since just before Christmas, we will have had a little bit of everything and can consider it out of our systems for the rest of the winter...hmmm, ya I know, probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, here is our story... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week of Christmas up through the week of New Years the three youngest kiddos had croup. It wasn't as bad as it can usually get because we caught it early enough on Caleb that when Elijah and Sarah started with the symptoms we began the same treatment. The other kids had the same virus but other than high fevers, runny noses and vomiting once for both Joshua and Rebekah didn't end up with the same croupy cough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had hoped that 2012 would start off a bit healthier...hahaahahahha, not really sure why I thought that because the second round of illnesses began with Sarah who developed conjunctivitis on the evening of my last post...the 4th. I began the eye drops on Thursday afternoon, just in time for Joshua to also come down with it. (Side note: Joshua is by far the worst child to get sick with anything! With all of his sensory issues...oy!) I had hoped that I would be able to keep it contained to those two, but then Elijah came down with it on Friday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a day that we would love to forget as nothing really went well that day. (There will be another post later regarding why this really was a day better forgotten) Even though we had a late start to breakfast, (not because we slept in or anything crazy like that) I wanted to get the kids out of the house because of the nice weather and I figured I could run the zillion errands that needed to be run at the same time. As Mike backed the van out of the driveway, Caleb (who still had a cough from the croup) decided to throw up after coughing and crying all at the same time. Mike pulled the van back in and we dragged Caleb inside to clean him up, shower him, put new clothes on him and get him back out to the van. We agreed that it was most likely due to coughing and crying at the same time and thought nothing of it. He ended up throwing up for the next 24 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I figured I was doomed and started treating my eyes for conjunctivitis as they were getting itchy and slightly goopy anyway. Then on Monday night, after recovering from a stomach bug, Caleb started with conjunctivitis and Sarah took a turn for the worst. I brought her to the doctors on Tuesday to check for ear infections, but she was clear. The doctor switched her eye ointment to eye drops and we started another seven days of treatment for her. (For those of you who have never dealt with or don't remember the dosing for this is 2 drops per eye 4x a day...per kid!!!) Within 24 hours her eyes began clearing up and Mike and I thought that maybe we were getting to the other side of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, we weren't. Caleb woke up on Thursday morning with enlarged glands down the right side of his neck. He had complained about his ear a little on Tuesday night, but then didn't say anything on Wednesday. Whenever the kids get really congested I will begin putting garlic oil drops in their ears to prevent any kind of inflammation. So, after talking to the doctor I began some homeopathic treatments for him knowing that if he didn't improve by morning, I would have to bring him in to be checked. Well, Elijah decided to wake up at 4am on Friday by throwing up in our bed...sigh...sooo, between Caleb's still enlarged glands and Elijah vomiting every 45 minutes I found myself back at the doctors. This time the diagnosis was; Caleb had a severe double ear infection along with conjunctivitis, and Elijah also had a severe double ear infection with conjunctivitis, but also had bronchitis and some sort of stomach bug. Upon arriving home from the doctors, I discovered that Rebekah had also developed conjunctivitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings us to today. It took most of the day for Elijah to keep anything down but by the end of today he had eaten some toast, a banana and some ginger tea and was playing with Sarah. I'll take that as progress toward feeling better. As for the rest of us, we are on the mend. I'm praying that the stomach bug will stay away from the rest of the kids. Only time will tell. For now we will continue doing eye drops, ear drops, antibiotics and ginger tea for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-5329948338122032471?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/5329948338122032471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=5329948338122032471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/5329948338122032471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/5329948338122032471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2012/01/sorry-weve-been-sick.html' title='Sorry, We&apos;ve Been Sick'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-6421410027780801338</id><published>2012-01-04T09:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T09:57:43.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why We Avoid Food Dyes...And You Should Too!</title><content type='html'>Our diet seems very restrictive to most people. I can certainly see how it would appear that way to a general observer. I can assure you however, that it is anything but. We have had many a family member and friend sit at our table to share a meal with us...sometimes a little unsure of what to expect...walk away saying "wow, that was gluten free, dairy free and good for me?" That's not to pat myself on the back saying what a wonderful cook I am, (or hubby for that matter) but to point to the fact that our diet truly isn't that limited. What we eat is what we &lt;em&gt;should &lt;/em&gt;be eating...meats, fruits, vegetables, carbs and healthy fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be asking yourself, "well what about desserts and 'junky' type foods?". Oh, we have our fair share of those too, but not every day. Sometimes not every week. My kids are able to have donuts, brownies, cookies, peanut butter cups, mint chocolates, candy canes, etc. It means making most of it from scratch, or shopping at specialty stores to purchase them...but even those, (to some extent) are either healthy or healthier than their counterparts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can find some desserts out there without gluten, dairy and soy...but sometimes they still have a food dye or two in them. Granted most of the organic and dedicated gf/cf vendors wouldn't use those kinds of ingredients in their products to begin with, it's the companies who happen to also make a gf/cf product but still add the food dye, because it's cheaper and they want their product to "look" like their gluten filled counterpart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why avoid food dyes? Listed below are the most common food dyes, where they are found, and why you should avoid them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blue 1 (brilliant blue FCF):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Beverages, candies, baked good, jellies, condiments. (did you know that marshmallows contain blue 1 food dye? It's to make the white more bright.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A potential mitochondrial toxin that inhibits the body's ability to convert food into energy. Could increase cancer risk. Linked to increased hyperactivity in children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Blue 2 (indigotine):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Pet food, beverages, candies, cereals, ice creams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Linked to nausea, vomiting, skin rashes, breathing problems, and increased hyperactivity in children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Green 3 (fast green):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Candies, beverages, sherbets, puddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May inhibit the release of neurotransmitters, preventing nerve impulses. Linked to bladder cancer and increased hyperactivity in children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Red 3 (erythrosine):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Canned cherries, candies, baked goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Associated with thyroid tumors in animals and increased hyperactivity in children. It has been banned for use in cosmetics.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yellow 6 (sunset yellow FCF):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Beverages, sausage, baked goods, candies, gelatin, cereals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May cause adrenal and kidney tumors, nasal congestion, hives, or abdominal pain. Linked to increased hyperactivity in children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone see a common problem here among the food dyes listed??? HYPERACTIVITY. How many of you either have a problem with, know someone who has, or have witnessed the child who fidgets, is restless and is unable to settle down to focus? This is above and beyond the typical active child. When did it become so important that foods should have something other than their natural color when prepared? When did we become so unaware of how are foods are prepared that we've allowed these dyes to become part of our diet every single day? Read your labels...you will be shocked to see which of your foods contain one or more of these dyes. I'm fairly certain you won't die if you stop consuming these foods, but I can't say the same if you ignore the labels and continue to put these toxins in your body. Our bodies just weren't designed to fight the constant onslaught of toxins we introduce to it on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat healthy this year...if not for yourself, at least for your kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-6421410027780801338?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/6421410027780801338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=6421410027780801338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/6421410027780801338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/6421410027780801338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-we-avoid-food-dyesand-you-should.html' title='Why We Avoid Food Dyes...And You Should Too!'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-3963010879110093607</id><published>2012-01-03T10:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T11:04:02.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blessed Routine</title><content type='html'>We have been a homeschooling family since Ethan's first day on &lt;a href="http://www.4moose.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-day-of-school.html"&gt;November 5th, 2007&lt;/a&gt;. It has been one of the most difficult but rewarding endeavors we have ever been involved in. It means that I am able to be home with my children 24/7 to not only teach them, but give them an environment and opportunity to thrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, we currently homeschool Ethan in 3rd grade, Joshua in 1st grade, and Rebekah in K. We are currently in week 22, the 3rd quarter of school, having finished 2nd quarter the week after Thanksgiving. The kids had last week off, so getting back to school yesterday could have been disastrous...but because Mike was home, it went smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Routine for my children, (and for myself as well) has become incredibly important in how well we are able to function throughout the day. I used to consider myself fairly flexible, and in some ways still am, but have found that my ability to control the day for the kids can snowball out of control with one little interruption in the day. That could be an unexpected phone call, a visitor, illness, etc. Most of the time I can reel things back in...but when you throw the holidays into the mix...oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been one to look forward to the holidays...from Thanksgiving on. I love the decorations, food, music, family and friends and the general cheeriness of strangers you meet when out and about. Not this year. We didn't decorate for any of the holidays for several reasons. Reason #1: Hurricane and Tropical Force Twins. They are truly a force to be reckoned with and are able to turn a room upside down in about 3-5 seconds. Seriously. The thought of dealing with a tree, lights, bells, candles, etc. was overwhelming as I pictured myself chasing after them all day saying "don't' touch", "get away from there", "get down from there", etc. Reason #2: We have no room. You can only imagine how limited our space is having 6 kids. Every available shelf, wall, corner, cabinet etc. has been used to the best of it's capabilities. There isn't any space available to move around to accommodate a tree. Reason #3: Sarah. She had just learned how to walk and due to Reason #2, only has so many rooms she can be in...the living room being one of them...and she likes to eat EVERYTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had to really get creative with helping the kids understand that it was the holiday season even though we weren't making the traditional foods, decorating or following our traditions. Our Christmas Craft Chaos day, setting up John Deere and Jane Doe with our Christmas lights outside, and playing Christmas movies and music every chance we had, certainly helped. Even with that, between all of the relatives, friends, change in our shopping schedules and interruptions in our school days we managed to stay mostly sane, put together and kind of in the holiday spirit. Well to the outside observer. Those who know us and are a big part of our everyday lives, knew better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, a return to our typical routine is a nice respite from the craziness our lives have been for the last 6 weeks. From colds, croup, fevers and teething to gifts, visits from friends and relatives who live far away, and a kickin' New Years party; the kids, (as well as myself) have desperately needed the return to the scheduled routine of our lives. I'm sure it will get old by mid February, but for now I will take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-3963010879110093607?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/3963010879110093607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=3963010879110093607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3963010879110093607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3963010879110093607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2012/01/blessed-routine.html' title='A Blessed Routine'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-1451948082584417758</id><published>2012-01-01T18:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T18:47:08.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2012...Babysteps</title><content type='html'>A whole new year...wow, where does the time go? As with most people, I've found myself pondering the things in my life that I would like to change. How is that I can be a better "me" in 2012? I couldn't find just one answer, there are so many aspects of myself that need improvement. So, although my desire to change is strong, I realize that if I am too hard on myself, I'll never get my feet off the ground to head in the direction of change. Baby steps...like my little Sarah has done over the past couple of months. She started with just getting her balance while still holding on, then she would let go and maintain that balance. Once mastered she would try taking one little step forward to see what would happen next. Then, she worked up to multiple steps and before she knew it her confidence was soaring and she was running. She certainly had her bumps along the way, some bruises from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;missteps&lt;/span&gt; and a soar bum from landing so hard...but all in all she never gave up. That's how I want to be...like my little 16 month daughter. What an inspiration she is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-1451948082584417758?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/1451948082584417758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=1451948082584417758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/1451948082584417758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/1451948082584417758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012babysteps.html' title='2012...Babysteps'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-1363791691217460896</id><published>2011-12-05T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T16:31:25.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yxFUs7pS2vA/Tt04K_s9nTI/AAAAAAAAA3s/DowAeSIgEWk/s1600/Merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yxFUs7pS2vA/Tt04K_s9nTI/AAAAAAAAA3s/DowAeSIgEWk/s400/Merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: 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/22039860-1363791691217460896?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/1363791691217460896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=1363791691217460896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/1363791691217460896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/1363791691217460896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yxFUs7pS2vA/Tt04K_s9nTI/AAAAAAAAA3s/DowAeSIgEWk/s72-c/Merry%2BChristmas%2B2011%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-6764919104580605177</id><published>2011-09-01T16:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T16:12:40.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Really??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ub0bwrVIpHk/Tl_laEAR8kI/AAAAAAAAA1c/s_W6ceMGtJ0/s1600/Climber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647484693660168770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ub0bwrVIpHk/Tl_laEAR8kI/AAAAAAAAA1c/s_W6ceMGtJ0/s400/Climber.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She crawls quickly and quietly. She can stand and pull herself up and over almost anything. She can charm anyone she smiles at, and now, apparently, she can climb stairs. Who knew that could happen &lt;em&gt;before &lt;/em&gt;walking and running? Makes we wonder what other little tricks sha has been hiding from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1zh41XVbaJs/Tl_lZ1H70VI/AAAAAAAAA1U/9NjnPAO44bo/s1600/DSCN8469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647484689665741138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1zh41XVbaJs/Tl_lZ1H70VI/AAAAAAAAA1U/9NjnPAO44bo/s400/DSCN8469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-6764919104580605177?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/6764919104580605177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=6764919104580605177' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/6764919104580605177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/6764919104580605177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2011/09/really.html' title='Really??'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ub0bwrVIpHk/Tl_laEAR8kI/AAAAAAAAA1c/s_W6ceMGtJ0/s72-c/Climber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-59516495106658365</id><published>2011-08-31T08:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T09:06:12.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy First Birthday Sarah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JV8sRRg4hlU/Tl4tYvTYAjI/AAAAAAAAA08/zBWSVsmVVGk/s1600/DSCN8412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647000885807022642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JV8sRRg4hlU/Tl4tYvTYAjI/AAAAAAAAA08/zBWSVsmVVGk/s400/DSCN8412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One year ago today, our sweet little Sarah came into this world so fast that if it weren't for the fact that it was labor we would have wondered where she came from. One moment I was pregnant, in pain, and uncomfortable beyond words, and the next I was holding my precious little girl. Nothing compares to the first time you look into those beautiful little eyes and say "Hello my sweet baby, it's so nice to finally meet you!" Now, here we are and I'm caught up again in the speed of things. No physical pain this time, unless you count my heart. For the first time, I'm sad that my little one is growing up. Where did the time go? I can't quite put my finger on why this birthday is so bittersweet for me. Sarah is growing up so fast and hitting milestones like she knew what she was doing the whole time. She is weaning herself and nurses only 2-4 times a day now, and will only eat food she can stuff into her little mouth...no more baby food. She wants to be right in the thick of the chaos and craziness that is the Ouellette household, and even though she gets stepped on, knocked over, and overlooked, she is loved so intensely by every single person in this house. Nothing compares to the love her older sister has for her. That's why Bekah is in the picture, she wants to do everything Sarah does and go everywhere Sarah goes...you know, just the girls. It's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday my little one. We look forward to more smiles, laughter, and joy you have brought to our family. We love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-59516495106658365?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/59516495106658365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=59516495106658365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/59516495106658365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/59516495106658365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-first-birthday-sarah.html' title='Happy First Birthday Sarah!'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JV8sRRg4hlU/Tl4tYvTYAjI/AAAAAAAAA08/zBWSVsmVVGk/s72-c/DSCN8412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-4959734332317480292</id><published>2011-08-01T09:09:00.026-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T16:33:53.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twin Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px 0px; href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lzym2eT79yk/Tjb2SAWViMI/AAAAAAAAA00/udbp-SmL0AY/s1600/102_3146.JPG" &gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 0px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: inline; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635962772892518594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lzym2eT79yk/Tjb2SAWViMI/AAAAAAAAA00/udbp-SmL0AY/s400/102_3146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's pretty tough to tell them apart even when they aren't dressed alike, so don't worry. Caleb is on the left and Elijah is on the right. They have slightly different smiles, and their eyes both sparkle differently. Caleb often wears his hat crooked and low, while Eli will wear it crooked but high. It's in the details. And being their mom who sees them every single day, I tend to pick up on it without even noticing. I don't dress them exactly the same often. As a matter of fact, I tend to dress them similarly, but not the same. So, if one is wearing a green striped shirt the other one will be wearing the same thing, but in blue. They know which clothes are theirs based on the color...Elijah will wear anything with green in it and Caleb will wear anything with blue. If there isn't a green item and only a blue item, then Eli takes whatever isn't blue. It's very funny how they know their colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p margin: 0px; &gt;For this particular day, it was requested that they be dressed the same. Brittany and her boyfriend Dan asked to take the twins out to Charmingfare Farm for the day. So, I chose red so they'd be easy to spot. They wore these shirts for the 4th of July, so I figured I'd get some more use out of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The boys were thrilled to be going not only to the farm, but to be going there with Brittany. They have known her since they were 4 months old, and pretty much consider her a part of our family. They LOVE her, and get very excited when they know she is coming over. In addition, they were getting the chance to ride in her truck...a very big deal!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = "http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6zpYV07-iM/TjblM3O1rnI/AAAAAAAAA0s/sNoqvW-P14s/s320/102_3158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635943992848133746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6zpYV07-iM/TjblM3O1rnI/AAAAAAAAA0s/sNoqvW-P14s/s320/102_3158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twins recognize a lot of animals, and love to make the noises they know. But they tend to enjoy them better from a distance. Their curiosity gets the better of them, and they will slowly make their way closer, but I think they are each waiting for the other one to "go first". Sometimes Caleb is the brave one, and other times it's Eli. I never know which one will be the one to do it first, but generally if you can get one to do it, the other one will follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AaONxdzXoZs/TjblMn81WYI/AAAAAAAAA0k/nnhM2q68_a0/s1600/102_3176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635943988746082690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AaONxdzXoZs/TjblMn81WYI/AAAAAAAAA0k/nnhM2q68_a0/s320/102_3176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not the case here. Brittany couldn't get either one of them to touch the baby groundhog. You can tell they really wanted to...each picture shows them getting closer and closer, but neither one of them could muster the courage to do it. Finally they decided it was time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lCBdtX2JbvE/TjblMaoJ4EI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Qt2no9J_r7w/s1600/102_3178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635943985169686594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lCBdtX2JbvE/TjblMaoJ4EI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Qt2no9J_r7w/s320/102_3178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And that brings them right to snack time. Eli is such a clown, Caleb being much more reserved. They switch rolls...often. It's hard to keep up. If you had one pegged as the outgoing and the other one as the more reserved...chances are pretty good they've switched rolls by the time you see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IIGVrzuxxXE/Tjamp6AJLEI/AAAAAAAAA0U/VcgtEXThLHg/s1600/102_3207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635875222575459394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IIGVrzuxxXE/Tjamp6AJLEI/AAAAAAAAA0U/VcgtEXThLHg/s320/102_3207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After snack time, they were walking up the path when Dan spotted a very tiny, itty-bitty, brown frog. (At least I think it was Dan, I'm trying to remember everything Brit told me!) In any case, Dan caught it to show the boys. Eli was apparently very interested in the little frog and even dared to hold it in his hand for sometime. He tried to convince his brother that it was okay to hold it, but Caleb wasn't buying it this time and wanted nothing to do with touching the frog. You can see how very tiny it was, as it looks like a little blotch in the middle of his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hJxmzHVX3WE/TjampYrfgFI/AAAAAAAAA0M/K2JFF6ZUSjo/s1600/102_3241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635875213630472274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hJxmzHVX3WE/TjampYrfgFI/AAAAAAAAA0M/K2JFF6ZUSjo/s320/102_3241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hear any stories about this play set area, but seeing the pictures tell me the boys enjoyed themselves. This was their first adventure out without any of their siblings OR mom and dad. So, I'm sure they loved the freedom that came with being the "only ones" to do everything. No getting pushed around, or waiting. For them, having the twin their to wait for isn't the same thing as having another sibling. So, they could figure things out themselves and help each other without a well-meaning, but overbearing sibling doing it for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wwu3NPDwWf4/TjampE0WrvI/AAAAAAAAA0E/W4MGodXTgpw/s1600/102_3263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635875208298934002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wwu3NPDwWf4/TjampE0WrvI/AAAAAAAAA0E/W4MGodXTgpw/s320/102_3263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE tractor ride. It's all my kids have talked about since they went on it last year. This is our third year for the CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) at Charmingfare Farm and last year they gave the kids free tractor rides. Naturally, it's all the kids ask about every Wednesday when we go to pick up our veggies. They haven't done it yet this year, and I think it's because it's been too hot. Anyway, part of the admission to the farm covers the tractor ride. Caleb was less than thrilled about riding on the tractor and had to sit with Brit for a bit to settle into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d3rxNj9c9Do/Tjamo0ApszI/AAAAAAAAAz8/-33p0HXRRuM/s1600/102_3266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635875203787109170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d3rxNj9c9Do/Tjamo0ApszI/AAAAAAAAAz8/-33p0HXRRuM/s320/102_3266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eli on the other hand...no problem. Bring it on. He was all about sitting on the seat like a "big boy" all by himself. Eventually, Caleb decided it would be okay to sit with his brother, but you can see that he still wasn't all that comfortable with it. I believe he eventually warmed up to it and was fine, but that's usually how Caleb operates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-efwI1VMFuc8/TjamojQc11I/AAAAAAAAAz0/vu-BVfI4K34/s1600/102_3275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635875199289972562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-efwI1VMFuc8/TjamojQc11I/AAAAAAAAAz0/vu-BVfI4K34/s320/102_3275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They left our house around 10:30am and didn't return until 3pm. As you can see they had such a good time, they fell asleep within moments of leaving the farm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't thank Brit and Dan enough for taking the time to make this memory with the twins. It was so great for them to have special time without their other siblings around. But, it was also nice for us to have several hours of only four kids to take care of. The twins were numbers four and five for us, so we've never had just 4 kids...it was very quiet! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-4959734332317480292?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/4959734332317480292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=4959734332317480292' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4959734332317480292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4959734332317480292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2011/08/twin-time.html' title='Twin Time'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lzym2eT79yk/Tjb2SAWViMI/AAAAAAAAA00/udbp-SmL0AY/s72-c/102_3146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-4531763127165893989</id><published>2011-07-18T18:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T19:10:44.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6th Birthday Joshua!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OQ_6u-yijxA/TiS64OoI9pI/AAAAAAAAAzs/NnisdnDsLIY/s1600/DSCN8180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630830909281859218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OQ_6u-yijxA/TiS64OoI9pI/AAAAAAAAAzs/NnisdnDsLIY/s400/DSCN8180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oddly enough, today was Joshua's actual due date. Yes, he came two weeks early, with a bang! A 4th of July baby is very exciting and we continue to tell him that the fireworks are for him every year on his birthday. However, the downfall to a big holiday birthday is the party planning. It is very difficult to find a time to have a party when everyone has holiday plans. Fortunately, Mike's cousin throws a 4th of July party every year up at their cottage on lake Winnipesaukee in Gilford, NH. The funny thing is that Joshua thinks the party is for him! So, for the past two years, we've brought cake and he is able to celebrate his birthday with Mike's side of the family at the lake. He LOVES it and thinks it's just about the most special thing he could do for his birthday. He's already making plans and talking about next years event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RiyXDk9kSPI/TiS633qsJvI/AAAAAAAAAzk/eNXagCShOT0/s1600/DSCN8220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630830903118538482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RiyXDk9kSPI/TiS633qsJvI/AAAAAAAAAzk/eNXagCShOT0/s400/DSCN8220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, to celebrate with my side of the family, and some of his friends, we have a second party. This one wasn't planned as well, (all my fault), so none of his friends were able to make it. But he had the rest of his cousins there, (Ian and Emma were at the lake) and it ended up being a beautiful day. The kids has a blast running around outside getting absolutely filthy covered in bubbles, watermelon and cake! It's so much fun to be 6 years old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Happy Birthday little man! It's been a great six years and we look forward to watching you grow and mature into a seven year old! We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-4531763127165893989?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/4531763127165893989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=4531763127165893989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4531763127165893989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4531763127165893989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-6th-birthday-joshua.html' title='Happy 6th Birthday Joshua!'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OQ_6u-yijxA/TiS64OoI9pI/AAAAAAAAAzs/NnisdnDsLIY/s72-c/DSCN8180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-1630765658079490621</id><published>2011-07-14T13:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T13:33:51.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I was planning on blogging at least once a day, then decided that I would do it once a week. Then I decided I would blog when something fun and interesting happened. Needless to say, here we are and no updates. It's not like we've been sitting around twiddling our thumbs. I have many adventures to share...but it seems that finding the time after the adventure to document these things has been pretty tough to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries, I will be sure to catch up on things such as Joshua's 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday, our trip to the lake, a trip to the playground (including kite flying) and another birthday party for Joshua that we had here. Until then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-1630765658079490621?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/1630765658079490621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=1630765658079490621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/1630765658079490621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/1630765658079490621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know...'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-4331783373264143100</id><published>2011-07-01T16:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T07:19:12.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Dept. Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0xevyAVdRlU/Tg40cwgkhzI/AAAAAAAAAzc/AnYBNCXf2us/s1600/DSCN8178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624490653294823218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0xevyAVdRlU/Tg40cwgkhzI/AAAAAAAAAzc/AnYBNCXf2us/s400/DSCN8178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took a field trip to the Manchester Fire Dept. on Merrimack Street this past Wednesday. By we I mean Mike, Brittany and myself. I couldn't have done it alone. The boys get far too excited and overstimulated by these huge trucks and all the blinking lights and noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year, I (with Brittany) happened to stop at a station out of the blue asking if it would be alright to show my (at the time only 5) kids around. I explained that I have one with Asperger and one with many other issues related to sensory and anxiety and wanted to have them see up close and personal what firemen and firetrucks are all about. Those men were so welcoming and so great with the kids that when it was time to leave they told the kids that they could come back anytime. Well, in the world of Aspie's that means...tomorrow or the next day! So, for the last year, every time we've driven past a fire station the kids have begged for me to stop so we can visit again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to Wednesday. I didn't tell the kids about it until the last moment and even then it was difficult for them to contain themselves. Especially since we struck out twice. The first station we went too didn't have any trucks available, and the second station we went to had it's doors all locked. So that left us trying the "big" station. Immediately the kids were in awe at the sheer size of this station. It had not one big truck or even two big trucks but several big trucks to choose from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I brought the kids in, I went inside to find one of the firemen and asked if it would be a good time to bring my 6 kids in to see the trucks and the men. He said it wasn't a problem and they would love to show the kids around. As I was returning with the kids to the station, they were pulling out one of the water trucks and unrolling a hose. They greeted the kids, introduced themselves and went about lifting kids up into the truck and letting them "drive" the big rig. Then one of the men volunteered to go through the steps of putting all of his gear on...right down to actually turning his oxygen on...so they could hear what his voice would sound like with all the additional noises and what his face would look like with the mask on. Mind you, it was kind of hot on Wednesday, but he didn't complain once about doing it. He took the time to make sure they were comfortable and could ask questions. This was great for Josh who was very concerned about the noises. He stood by me the whole time, very rigid but ready to bolt if he got scared. He stuttered through his questions, but managed to ask the fireman why he needed to do all of that, and what all of the tubes for. (They do look kind of scary from a kids point of view) He answered the questions through the mask so that Josh could hear it and hopefully get comfortable with the sound. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the fun really began...they "played" with the hose. They put it on the lowest pressure and all five kids got the chance to turn the water on and squirt the water everywhere. After they all had their chance, the men put the pressure up and showed them the true force of the water and how it takes more than one man to control it. Naturally, everyone got wet...and why not? Where's the fun in staying dry on a really warm day when your playing with water. Even Sarah got "rained" on sitting in her stroller watching everyone run around having a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed for about an hour and the firemen were so patient with the kids. Again, they told them they could come back anytime, but this time it was Josh who said, "so, we can come back tomorrow and the next day?" They told him that whenever we were in the area, to stop in again and make sure they bring their fire hats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hope to go back again in August and this time the kids want to climb all over the ladder truck too. Thank you to the Manchester Fire Dept. for taking time out of your busy days to educate, and play with my kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-4331783373264143100?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/4331783373264143100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=4331783373264143100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4331783373264143100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4331783373264143100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2011/07/fire-dept-field-trip.html' title='Fire Dept. Field Trip'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0xevyAVdRlU/Tg40cwgkhzI/AAAAAAAAAzc/AnYBNCXf2us/s72-c/DSCN8178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-2702638532724389100</id><published>2011-06-26T19:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T19:55:21.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny the Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AY8WeSNlYX0/TgfFC563p_I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ESG35DLHhUo/s1600/DSCN8114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622679313493501938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AY8WeSNlYX0/TgfFC563p_I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ESG35DLHhUo/s400/DSCN8114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have a new addition to our family...no not Brit, although we'd love it if &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; could move in! :) Nope, I'm talking about the little bright red beta swimming around in the tank behind Brit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name, (finally...it only took all night for Josh to choose a name) is Johnny the Fish and he is Joshua's birthday present from Brit. Josh will be 6 years old on July 4th and she thought a fish would be the perfect gift for our on-the-go guy. It is! He even said a prayer for his fish tonight as he went to bed. He is very concerned that Johnny didn't eat his fishy supper this evening, so I'm sure first thing in the morning we will be taking care of dear Johnny's needs before anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a week early? Well, we are going to a family party this coming weekend and were afraid that Josh would be more upset leaving his newly acquired fish if he received it the day before we go away. Now, he'll have a whole week with him and hopefully, we won't have any problems with Josh being overly concerned about the welfare of his fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Brit. Joshua was truly surprised and so excited to take care of his new little friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-2702638532724389100?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/2702638532724389100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=2702638532724389100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2702638532724389100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2702638532724389100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2011/06/johnny-fish.html' title='Johnny the Fish'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AY8WeSNlYX0/TgfFC563p_I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ESG35DLHhUo/s72-c/DSCN8114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-3055863617670620815</id><published>2011-06-25T18:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T18:52:51.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Big Kid Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UGji68dLubk/TgZkj5MDmcI/AAAAAAAAAzI/fsFzTm5ldZQ/s1600/DSCN8105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622291752628230594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UGji68dLubk/TgZkj5MDmcI/AAAAAAAAAzI/fsFzTm5ldZQ/s400/DSCN8105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Rebekah has achieved another milestone. She is very excited because for the past 7 nights she has kept her diaper dry through the night. So, tonight she gets to wear her panties to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potty training, in this house, has been one of &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; biggest hurdles for every one of the kids. As a matter of fact, if I had to choose only one thing about parenting that I detest more than anything, it would have to be potty training. Out of the three that have been or are going through the process of training...Rebekah was probably the easiest, but it was definitely a case of &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; deciding it was time to use the potty, not me. I have read, and tried almost every trick, and taken every ones advice, using the most outrageous ideas only to have them fail miserably. I do think it is a matter of the child themselves being ready, not only physically but mentally AND emotionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Joshua for instance: tonight is the very first time he has successfully pooped on the potty. He will be 6 years old in a week. He has, just within this last week, finally potty trained at home throughout the day for pee, but poop has been a struggle for a very long time. It would be very exciting to have 3 of the 6 out of diapers...and the twins are showing some interest too. Yippeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-3055863617670620815?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/3055863617670620815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=3055863617670620815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3055863617670620815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3055863617670620815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-big-kid-now.html' title='I&apos;m A Big Kid Now!'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UGji68dLubk/TgZkj5MDmcI/AAAAAAAAAzI/fsFzTm5ldZQ/s72-c/DSCN8105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-1066462431814817187</id><published>2011-06-24T23:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T10:45:11.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's In A Name?</title><content type='html'>Hubby and I were chatting, and have come to the conclusion that neither one of us feel that the title of our blog really suites our family anymore. We most definitely have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Celiac&lt;/span&gt;, and it does affect our lives every single day, but it's not as life altering as it once was. Eating gluten free is like breathing...we don't even think twice about it. Don't get me wrong, we have our moments, (especially when we leave the comfort of our home), when we wish we could just be free of our dietary constraints. For the most part though, we've learned how to cope in those moments and move on. We have a lot more resources at our finger tips than we did five years ago when we started on this journey. Besides, we've come to a place in our diet where even if we were told we could go back to eating gluten, we wouldn't. Simply because we've found that most of the gluten foods really aren't that great for us to begin with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for those of you who know us well enough...we are looking for suggestions. :) We'd like to continue our journey, it's just taking a new direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-1066462431814817187?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/1066462431814817187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=1066462431814817187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/1066462431814817187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/1066462431814817187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2011/06/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s In A Name?'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-469641524407818504</id><published>2011-06-24T12:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T13:07:08.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is What 5 Minutes in the Bathroom Can Lead To...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4gEyuQvxzKw/TgTDQkQz88I/AAAAAAAAAzA/zmSjLc8KoYU/s1600/DSCN8103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621832924244734914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4gEyuQvxzKw/TgTDQkQz88I/AAAAAAAAAzA/zmSjLc8KoYU/s400/DSCN8103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-biFuimsxgY4/TgTDQYBvwPI/AAAAAAAAAy4/f0EtJ_0HNS8/s1600/DSCN8101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621832920960319730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-biFuimsxgY4/TgTDQYBvwPI/AAAAAAAAAy4/f0EtJ_0HNS8/s400/DSCN8101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, it's a heck of way to get back into bloggin', but I think it shows you the reason why I simply haven't had the time. My 6 little monkeys keep me more than busy. And they are always finding new ways to surprise me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a guess at which &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; little troublemakers decided to take a black sharpie to the computer desk, floor, and carpet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any suggestions on how to remove permanent black ink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-469641524407818504?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/469641524407818504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=469641524407818504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/469641524407818504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/469641524407818504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-what-5-minutes-in-bathroom-can.html' title='This Is What 5 Minutes in the Bathroom Can Lead To...'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4gEyuQvxzKw/TgTDQkQz88I/AAAAAAAAAzA/zmSjLc8KoYU/s72-c/DSCN8103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-7277430886921108454</id><published>2011-06-23T12:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T12:30:54.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon...</title><content type='html'>...all new posts with pix and stories of wild adventures in the lives of the Ouellette family. Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-7277430886921108454?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/7277430886921108454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=7277430886921108454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/7277430886921108454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/7277430886921108454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2011/06/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon...'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-3563831357368747647</id><published>2010-09-06T19:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:55:05.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Beautiful Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/TIV-MI8ATlI/AAAAAAAAAxc/B1E2G_b4b28/s1600/DSC_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/TIV-MI8ATlI/AAAAAAAAAxc/B1E2G_b4b28/s400/DSC_0677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Sarah Noelle Ouellette was born on Tuesday August 31st at 4:13 am.  She came in a hurry as labor and delivery only took about an hour!  Weighing in at 7 lbs. 6 oz. and measuring 20 inches long she is our biggest baby!  We are so thrilled that she has finally arrived.  Her siblings are madly in love with her as are her parents.  We feel like our family is now complete!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&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/22039860-3563831357368747647?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/3563831357368747647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=3563831357368747647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3563831357368747647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3563831357368747647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-beautiful-girl.html' title='Our Beautiful Girl'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/TIV-MI8ATlI/AAAAAAAAAxc/B1E2G_b4b28/s72-c/DSC_0677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-2935734550211431464</id><published>2010-06-09T11:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T13:04:52.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Joshua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/TA-5X1PFnpI/AAAAAAAAAw0/84HWD2fS9DA/s1600/DSCN6677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480803090611674770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/TA-5X1PFnpI/AAAAAAAAAw0/84HWD2fS9DA/s400/DSCN6677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little guy Joshua. We should have known from the moment we placed him in his car seat to take him home from the hospital that Joshua would be the one to confound us. Between the ear piercing screams coming from the tiny purple faced baby, and the nurse saying to us, "Oh, your going to have fun with that one!", our fate was sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua is the fuel to every ones fire in the house. He is the one who will disturb a perfectly quiet, content room of his siblings and turn it into mass chaos. He is the one who has the ability to make &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;most annoying sound in the whole world even more annoying simply by adding it to the general level of noise that is already a part of a household with 5 kiddos in it. (If you've ever seen Dumb and Dumber...the sound is more annoying than that!) Yet, he is the most empathic, endearing, loving, snuggling child in the house. He is sociable with anyone he comes in contact with, and is more than willing to introduce himself...and the rest of us...to everyone he meets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past couple of years Joshua has been seen by therapists for speech and developmental delay with a vast array of sensory issues. We've seen great improvements in his areas of speech and since last summer's PT sessions started have seen him improve strength wise as well. (Through a physical therapy assessment it was discovered that he has full body hypotonia with lucidity in all his joints with unknown cause) However, we still see signs of other issues that none of the therapists or his pediatrician can pinpoint the cause for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last Tuesday we went up to Dartmouth Hitchcock CHAD in Lebanon, NH. WOW! That place is amazing...and huge. I think it might be bigger than the Mall of NH!! In any case we met with Dr. Mott who is a Neuro Developmental Pediatrician. After an hour and forty-five minutes of discussion and observation he came to the same conclusions. There is definitely something going on with Joshua but it's too varied to come up with a definitive diagnosis...yet. The doctor is bound and determined to get to the bottom of it. What a relief it was to us. Why? Well, to have someone else see what we were talking about and trying to deal with, removed the fear that we were doing something wrong. Joshua doesn't fit into any kind of category for a diagnosis. The doctor said that at this point he won't rule anything out. The following are all a possibility: Autism, Oppositional Defiance Disorder (ODD), Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), Attention Deficit and Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), a metabolic disorder, and mild Ataxic Cerebral Palsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, I know...that last one through us for a loop too. But, with my prenatal and delivery history with Joshua, as well as some of his respiratory issues before the age of 2...there is a possibility that he had a lack of oxygen to his cerebellum at some point that would lead to this. AND this form is usually diagnosed around this age due to the mild and rare form of this disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case...we are in the midst of getting all of our ducks in a row. We are keeping a sleep log for the month of June, and we have to get him in for his 5 yr. checkup, (which isn't until August 3rd) to have a full blood work panel done. We have set up a full speech evaluation as well as a new sensory profile. He is scheduled to meet with a psychologist in September for a 2 hour behavioral assessment and then he will see Dr. Mott again to reassess. My prenatal and delivery records for Joshua also need to be sent to the doctor for review to see if there was any cause for a lack of oxygen. We will most likely have to do a full hearing and vision screening as well as a sleep study to rule out or include a few other pieces to this puzzle. In the meantime, we are just trying to maintain where we are at with PT, and Hippo therapy in the hopes that we don't have any further regression. Our hands are tied with insurance limitations so we are (again) beginning the yearly process of applying for as many grants as we are eligible for to help pick up where insurance leaves off.  We pray that whatever the answer is we will have the grace and resources to handle it.  We went through this with Ethan when we were expecting Rebekah and again when we were expecting the twins.  Now, with Sarah due in a couple of months, we are repeating the process...but this time it's with Joshua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-2935734550211431464?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/2935734550211431464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=2935734550211431464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2935734550211431464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2935734550211431464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-joshua.html' title='Our Joshua'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/TA-5X1PFnpI/AAAAAAAAAw0/84HWD2fS9DA/s72-c/DSCN6677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-4284910997772612962</id><published>2010-06-03T06:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T06:24:24.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't He Cute?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/TAeBU5YuuBI/AAAAAAAAAws/qHqvBcBlxu8/s1600/DSCN6676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478489667721410578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/TAeBU5YuuBI/AAAAAAAAAws/qHqvBcBlxu8/s400/DSCN6676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We knew it was inevitable.  We just didn't know when.  At his yearly eye exam it was determined that because his eyesight did indeed get worse, (R- 20/25, L- 20/40) and he was having difficulty with his left eye straying with fatigue he should have glasses.  We had noticed the difficulties he was having with reading and math and could tell that he couldn't keep the letters and numbers together where they belonged when he would do his schoolwork.  It was a real struggle for him and he would get incredibly frustrated.  Of course, we officially finished 1st grade last week...and he got his glasses yesterday!  Figures.  At least he'll have them when he takes his CAT next week as well has for his summer reading and math programs we have set up for him over the next several weeks.&lt;br /&gt;He is soooo very excited over his new accessory and because we've told him how cute and adorable he is, don't be surprised when he sees you if he &lt;em&gt;tells&lt;/em&gt; you just how cute and adorable he is! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-4284910997772612962?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/4284910997772612962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=4284910997772612962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4284910997772612962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4284910997772612962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2010/06/isnt-he-cute.html' title='Isn&apos;t He Cute?'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/TAeBU5YuuBI/AAAAAAAAAws/qHqvBcBlxu8/s72-c/DSCN6676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-7733927152739589447</id><published>2010-05-27T10:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T10:58:17.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S_6IMGuEB9I/AAAAAAAAAwk/VaXnIaw7A0g/s1600/DSCN6646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475963938472724434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S_6IMGuEB9I/AAAAAAAAAwk/VaXnIaw7A0g/s400/DSCN6646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't have AC in the house, so after a round of coconut milkshakes and a popsicle for Ethan, (he doesn't like milk shakes of ANY kind) it was time for shirtless TV viewing!  It kept them from running around and getting overheated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-7733927152739589447?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/7733927152739589447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=7733927152739589447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/7733927152739589447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/7733927152739589447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2010/05/too-hot.html' title='Too Hot'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S_6IMGuEB9I/AAAAAAAAAwk/VaXnIaw7A0g/s72-c/DSCN6646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-5501284633897119948</id><published>2010-04-28T19:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T06:52:49.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day Surgery for an Aspie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S9lk20mSmEI/AAAAAAAAAwc/-Jtdb7Qglgk/s1600/DSCN6600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465510515785766978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S9lk20mSmEI/AAAAAAAAAwc/-Jtdb7Qglgk/s400/DSCN6600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan had surgery today to remove an cyst from his left pinkie finger. We had it looked at in June of 2009, and the doctor told us that unless it gets bigger or becomes an issue for him, to just leave it for now. Well, both of those things happened. Not only did it get bigger, but he began to "play" with it. I would find him chewing on it, squeezing it, and once time saw him poking a pencil into it! His pain tolerance is something to behold. This is the kid who has been known to run around playing quite intensely with a 105 F temperature, yet be bedridden when it barely hits 99 F. He has fallen down the steps and received quite an egg on his head and never stopped as he was on his way to play outside, yet is unable to sit up at the table to eat his meal with a cut on his toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a child with Asperger has taught us many things. One of those things would be to always expect the unexpected. I guess you could say that about most seven year olds, but with Ethan it is never the same way twice. He generally handles things better than most kids, I think. For the past three weeks, he has known about this surgery and has asked a bizillion questions all which usually ended with "I just can't wait to get this little ball out of my finger and get a lime Popsicle!" He has had three other procedures: two endoscopy's and an adenoidectomy. So, he isn't a stranger to the hospital, IV's, flavored masks and johnnies! He has never had any trepidation about the event, and afterwards wakes up happy and fairly alert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was until Tuesday...the day before his surgery. He woke up having wet his pants for the second night in a row, (he's been pull-up free for about a month now) and not feeling well. He refused to eat his favorite breakfast, and ended up running into the bathroom to vomit. After checking him for a fever, not finding one, and realizing that he hadn't had a bowel movement since Saturday night, I assumed he was constipated and made him sit on the potty to try to go...yet again. (Our days consist of reminding him to sit for 5 min. after each meal every day in the hopes of getting his body to fully empty itself within a 24 hour period. Autistic children are known for withholding their bowels for several days, even though the stools aren't difficult to pass...ya, ya, ya too much info!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got everyone else dressed, I began to ask Ethan if he was looking forward to the next day since he'd been asking every day for the past three weeks when it was coming. He told me he didn't want to talk about it. Hmmmm....so I asked him if he was excited about it hoping that a positive question would help make him talk easier, and he answered "ya". Okay, so I put a call into his old OT and his pediatrician. After talking with both of them we concluded that he was having high anxiety about the upcoming event, and this was the result. I tried making some chamomile tea for him, and doing some visual discussions...all failing miserably. He vomited again, and so I called his pedi back. She said unless he developed a fever there was no reason to cancel the surgery unless he vomited again after 3pm...then we'd be concerned about dehydration. Sooo, I started a new strategy. I planted his butt on the couch in the living room and for the next three hours, gave him coconut water. We started the first hour with 1 Tbsp, the 2nd hour with 2 Tbsp, and finally the 3rd hour with 3 Tbsp...all of this every 5 minutes! (Thank goodness for DVD's!) It worked! Not only did he keep it down, but he perked right up, and even had a bowel movement! During dinner time, he wrote up a list of questions he had for the doctor. His handwriting is very legible and his spelling is pretty good, (pat on the back to mommy and Ethan) and we packed it up in my purse to bring with us the next day. His questions were: Will Ineed stitches? Will they (the stitches) be red? Will I get a popsicle? Will it (the finger) hurt? Will it take 15 minutes? Will my parents be here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that he ate three pieces of toast, and was ready for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to this morning...and the other extreme of Ethan. We call it "the high". At precisely 5:25am...5 minutes before my alarm clock was supposed to go off...Ethan excitedly came into my room and said, "Good Morning Mommy...today is the day! I'm soooo excited to go in for my surgery today and have this ball removed from finger. And then I will get a lime popsicle. And then we will come home and I will do my school work, and eat lots of food because I am hungry. Can I have something to eat? Do I need to take my shower right now? Do I wear my pajamas to the hospital, and can I bring my kitty and blanky with me?" Mind you, he said all of this in about 45 seconds, and then skipped off to tell his siblings that today was the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we got everything ready and since we had our incredibly AWESOME Child Wrangler, Brittany, spend the night to be there first thing, we were able to focus better on getting everything done and out the door for 6:45am!! He had to be checked in at 7:15am with his surgery scheduled at 8:15am! First thing, he gave the nurse his list of questions. She was awesome and answered every one of them truthfully...even the pain part. They were amazed at how well he did, and the only time he showed a little apprehension was in the operatory with Dad when he had to put the mask on his face to "go to sleep". He had kitty and blanky with him, and liked the strawberry smell he had picked for the mask, but I think when it came right down to it, going to sleep and not "knowing" what was going to happen next made him nervous. Fortunately, he also choose the "fast" vs. the "slow" way of going to sleep. Basically, two deep breaths and he was down for the count. The slow way would have involved more breathing and awareness of what was going to happen next, which would have aided his apprehension. He sure is one smart little cookie...either that or he just likes to live on the edge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, he came out of there doing quite well. I haven't taken a picture of his hand yet, but due to the stitches, it needs to remained well wrapped for the next 10-14 days until they remove the stitches. He's not happy that he can't see the stitches, but thinks his hand looks pretty cool! He was very proud of himself, and other than waking up feeling a little dizzy, was very happy to have his lime popsicle, and gluten free buttered toast waiting for him upon waking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love that little guy sooo much. He never ceases to amaze us! Now we can relax knowing that this ordeal is behind us. We can only imagine when the next one will be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-5501284633897119948?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/5501284633897119948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=5501284633897119948' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/5501284633897119948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/5501284633897119948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-day-surgery-for-aspie.html' title='One Day Surgery for an Aspie'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S9lk20mSmEI/AAAAAAAAAwc/-Jtdb7Qglgk/s72-c/DSCN6600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-4539270204694645981</id><published>2010-04-10T09:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T10:06:29.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As Seen For The First Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S8CERIdMBBI/AAAAAAAAAwU/iT4r2sxCEBY/s1600/Baby+Sarah+Ultrasound+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458508178235589650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S8CERIdMBBI/AAAAAAAAAwU/iT4r2sxCEBY/s400/Baby+Sarah+Ultrasound+02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...our little girl, Sarah. The picture on the lower left is of her attempting to suck all of her fingers at once, and the one on the far right is a side shot. She wouldn't hold still very well, and due to the fact that at this stage of gestation they don't have any fat on them yet...they look different. The top picture is my favorite though because if you look closely you can see her playing with her chin. She kept stroking her chin with her fingers and at one point turned her head toward the ultrasound wand and wiggled her fingers as if to say hi! It was so cool! Already, she is beautiful and we can't wait to meet her face to face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My due date is August 3oth, but hopefully as with my other singletons, I'll go about 2 weeks early! I'm at 19 weeks now, and am not looking forward to going through the summer chasing after 5 very active little monkeys while carrying one active little monkey under my heart. If the rate of speed at which the first half of this pregnancy has gone by is any indication of the how the second half will go, we will have her in our arms in no time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-4539270204694645981?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/4539270204694645981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=4539270204694645981' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4539270204694645981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4539270204694645981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-seen-for-first-time.html' title='As Seen For The First Time...'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S8CERIdMBBI/AAAAAAAAAwU/iT4r2sxCEBY/s72-c/Baby+Sarah+Ultrasound+02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-8095882192043667879</id><published>2010-04-01T19:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T20:37:37.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Egg Decorating</title><content type='html'>For our family, Easter is a time to reflect on what Jesus did for us when he died on the cross. This week being Holy Week, we've spent a lot of time discussing, (sometimes in depth with Ethan and Josh who asked very mature questions) The Last Supper, Good Friday, the Crucifixion and Resurrection of Jesus. It amazes me how easy it has been for the kids to talk about all of this when Mike and I sometimes have difficulty wrapping our minds around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I decided a couple of years ago that Easter would always remain a religious celebration for our family.  However, we would still keep the kids involved in some of the other Easter traditions...like decorating eggs.  They LOVE to hunt for the eggs they've decorated on Sunday morning after diving  into the Easter basket that is left for them on the table.  We only do one basket, and the kids each get one large chocolate, (Swan chocolate is gluten free and incredibly tasty, so we this year we bought one large chocolate cross, three chocolate bunnies, two chocolate lambs on sticks, and three different filled eggs...raspberry, coconut and marshmallow) we also include a Veggie Tales video and some other religious gift.  This year they are getting a children's Catholic Picture Bible, and a Catholic Bible of Saints book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had my Child Wranglers come over after school yesterday, and together with Jaime and Josie we decorated eggs.  It was a blast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455325603596267842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S7U1u6By8UI/AAAAAAAAAv8/bF42UspH3F0/s320/DSCN6491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bekah loved picking colors for her eggs, and letting Nicole add some finishing touches.  Her hands were also covered in the same colors of her eggs! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455325590307818722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S7U1uIhlTOI/AAAAAAAAAv0/D1cqy-v46F8/s320/DSCN6488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan was pretty much Mr. Independent with his eggs this year.  He was very intent on how long each egg stayed in the dye so as to achieve the perfect color.  However, he was more than happy to have help from Brittany!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455325587107717122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S7U1t8mnoAI/AAAAAAAAAvs/XSqyLEJSeu0/s320/DSCN6486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twins were less than thrilled with their position...far, far away from the pretty colors and bite-sized stickers...but they enjoyed a bag of veggie bootie and had fun making faces at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455325583005567282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S7U1ttUlyTI/AAAAAAAAAvk/N6Kwv25GWT4/s320/DSCN6490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua loved every minute of his 12 minute egg decorating!  Seriously, the kid had a very difficult time waiting on the egg to "hurry up and get colored", so he could move on to the next egg.  Due to his impatience, two of his eggs did not make it as far as the dyes.  But he was thrilled with the outcome of what he had accomplished declaring himself "The Winner of Egg Decorating"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455325578723517746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S7U1tdXq5TI/AAAAAAAAAvc/OwBi89dyDGo/s320/DSCN6500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Miss. Josie's first year decorating eggs, and in typical girl fashion she was very particular about color and style!  She enjoyed "tossing" her eggs into the dye containers, to the point that Jaime got splashed in the eye with pink vinegar.  Josie was very upset when the decorating came to end, but very proud of her eggs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-8095882192043667879?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/8095882192043667879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=8095882192043667879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/8095882192043667879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/8095882192043667879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-egg-decorating.html' title='Easter Egg Decorating'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S7U1u6By8UI/AAAAAAAAAv8/bF42UspH3F0/s72-c/DSCN6491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-2997610326968916076</id><published>2010-03-30T19:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T20:01:06.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Number</title><content type='html'>To some people numbers mean everything.  It can mean the difference between success or failure.  They can be used to define young milestones in life...like the Terrible Two's or the Trying Threes.  They can be used to define older milestones in life...like Over The Hill or The Golden Years.  Numbers are used everyday in our lives to help mark the beginning or end of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a teenager the numbers 16, 18 and 21 mean the &lt;em&gt;beginning&lt;/em&gt; of EVERYTHING, and to those in their early 20's the numbers 30, 40 and so on,  can mean the &lt;em&gt;end&lt;/em&gt; of EVERYTHING as they know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very fortunate.  My age has never really meant anything to me...okay, okay so maybe 21 did, but I'm not going to get into THAT part of past right now!! :) What I mean is, age doesn't bother me.  I remember turning 30 and not feeling that dread that everyone leads you to believe you'll feel so that you'll forever tell everyone your 29.  I celebrated the day with an awesome surprise party and loved every minute of it, but didn't shed a tear because I left my 20's behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a conversation I had with a friend in college about our future...you know the one...who are we going to marry, how many kids are we going to have, where are we going to live, what is it we will be doing "x" amount of years from now.  I can honestly say that none of what I thought was &lt;em&gt;going&lt;/em&gt; to happen actually happened the way I thought it would.  It has become something even better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had said that I wanted to be married in my 20's to the man who would be my best friend through every thing...and I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had said that regardless of how many children I had, I wanted to be done by the age of 35...and technically I have conceived all 6 of my kids before the age of 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had said that I wanted to remain in New Hampshire or at least New England...and although Manchester isn't exactly where I wanted to be IN the state, I'm happy to call it my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had said that in "x" amount of years I wanted to be able to look back on my 20's and smile with fond memories, not sadness for youth lost.  I'm happy to say I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to say that I will be 35 years old tomorrow and even though my first 35 years have had their shares of trials and tribulations I wouldn't trade any of it because without them I wouldn't be where I am today...happily married 10 years to my best friend, raising 5 little ones while expecting our 6th, and experiencing all the joys that only a 3o-something year old can enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-2997610326968916076?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/2997610326968916076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=2997610326968916076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2997610326968916076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2997610326968916076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-number.html' title='Just A Number'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-3039604046787616968</id><published>2010-03-17T11:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T13:40:46.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time For Everything</title><content type='html'>So seven years and five kids later, we had our first ER visit. Yes, you read that right. We've never been to the ER for any of our kids until now. You may say to yourself, "they've had kids up in the hospital right?" and the answer is yes. However, they were all admitted to the hospital through the pediatric office. Never once from us going to the ER and then being admitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was bound to happen at some point, I just didn't know what the details of it would be. You know, the who or the why. As a matter of fact on the morning of said incident, which was last Thursday I recall saying to Eli, that he would be the first one to end up in the ER because of his ability to stand on any edge of anything at anytime! And he's fast too. Without hesitation, he ends up on the chair within moments of someone vacating it. In any case, that wasn't the reason or the child that ended up in the ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope it wasn't Ethan or Joshua or Rebekah...so that leaves Caleb. Yes, our resident garbage picker. (Eli tends to help in the quest to pull out the most disgusting bit of trash they can find) In any case I had just finished up a snack with the kids and noticed that Eli needed a diaper change. When I was finished with Eli's diaper change I brought it into the bathroom to be rinsed and thrown into the diaper pail. (We use cloth diapers) As I was in the bathroom I heard Rebekah yell out that Caleb had a can in his hand. Which I interpreted to mean that he had been in the garbage can again. So, I didn't rush to check on him. When I came out of the bathroom, much to my surprise, I actually saw a tin can attached to Caleb's right hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me back up a moment. We used to recycle everything. However, over the last several months our garbage men have been less than consistent about remembering to pick it up on trash day. I think it's because we are on a dead end. Needless to say, trying to convince my husband, who already thinks recycling is a waste of time, to continue this senseless act when he repeatedly has to bring it back in and try again the next week, was becoming more and more difficult. It came to the point that he just began putting it in with the regular trash anyway, so we just stopped separating it and throwing it back into the regular trash. Forward to Thursday...I had opened a can of garbanzo beans, (chickpeas) to toast up for the kids snack. They absolutely devour them and it's so easy to do. I didn't detach the lid from the can as I used the lid to help drain the liquid out so I could rinse them before putting them in the toasting pan. After I emptied the beans, I pushed the lid down into the can and tossed it into the trash. Well, when Caleb found the can he attempted to lift the lid up and caught his finger between the lid and the wall of the can...ouch...so when I attempted to remove the can his finger got sliced open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450029914223618594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S6JlVNyNKiI/AAAAAAAAAvU/c3gPBCFoFmc/s400/DSCN6435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the ER, they put some dermabond on it to try and help stop the bleeding as they really didn't want to put a stitch in it. You try keeping a band aid on a very active 18 month old. Every time it came off, either by him or one of his siblings it would reopen and bleed heavily. So, we went back to the ER on Monday, and he had 3 or 4 stitches put in. He was AMAZING. They numbed it topically first and then gave him an injection and he didn't flinch. Didn't make a peep until the very end because she had to do it twice. The stitches wouldn't stay in the first time around. He just sat in my lap with his blue bear lovey, a pacifier in his mouth and just watched. The nurses couldn't believe how well behaved he was. I laughed as I thought to myself how different things would be had it been Joshua in my lap instead...he probably would have needed a tranquilizer and some restraints!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, we go back in a week to have the stitches removed. He seems no worse for having gone through it, and only gets clingy and whiny when it has been touched or bumped...understandably! The kids get a kick out of the fact that his stitches are blue and wanted to know if Eli would get green ones should he need stitches at some point. Funny how ingrained the whole color coding thing has become for them. Anyway, that's now our first ER story...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-3039604046787616968?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/3039604046787616968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=3039604046787616968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3039604046787616968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3039604046787616968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-time-for-everything.html' title='First Time For Everything'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S6JlVNyNKiI/AAAAAAAAAvU/c3gPBCFoFmc/s72-c/DSCN6435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-8993889172011000783</id><published>2010-01-26T16:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:55:39.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Had To Be Done</title><content type='html'>It did.  It was bound to happen anyway.  Originally, I wanted to wait until the summer...you know give them their summer look, but it needed to be done.  I did try to something else first, but there &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; only so much you can do with scissors and a squirmy child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we gave the boys their buzz cuts.  I tried to trim them like the hairdresser does, unfortunately I don't have her speed.  So, after a few failed attempts at a "trim", we decided to get out the clippers and buzz away.  Eli took to it no problem...didn't even budge.  Caleb, wasn't as impressed and wanted the whole thing to be done with ASAP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S19jDZkfFrI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gFGKDpyzvIw/s1600-h/Caleb+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431168585686783666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S19jDZkfFrI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gFGKDpyzvIw/s400/Caleb+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caleb before his buzz cut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S19jCwkFM_I/AAAAAAAAAvE/UAIMdwqaNpk/s1600-h/Eli+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431168574679233522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S19jCwkFM_I/AAAAAAAAAvE/UAIMdwqaNpk/s400/Eli+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elijah before his buzz cut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S19jCQwOKUI/AAAAAAAAAu8/uJzVGvb_U2c/s1600-h/Caleb+and+Eli+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431168566140217666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S19jCQwOKUI/AAAAAAAAAu8/uJzVGvb_U2c/s400/Caleb+and+Eli+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you thought it was tough to tell them apart before...hehehe...I can still see the differences, but that's because I'm Mom!  It was really hard to cut their hair so short.  I never had that problem with the other two boys.  I was ready to do it, and they were both much younger when I did.  Even though I'm having another baby, I just couldn't help but be attached to that baby look the long hair gave them.  They are bound to grow up at some point...might as well make it easier for me to keep them clean while they do it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-8993889172011000783?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/8993889172011000783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=8993889172011000783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/8993889172011000783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/8993889172011000783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-had-to-be-done.html' title='It Had To Be Done'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S19jDZkfFrI/AAAAAAAAAvM/gFGKDpyzvIw/s72-c/Caleb+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-2842361561333705134</id><published>2010-01-19T15:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T15:50:03.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S1YYCP6ba2I/AAAAAAAAAu0/uZGP5Gd10u8/s1600-h/DSCN6134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428552827752115042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S1YYCP6ba2I/AAAAAAAAAu0/uZGP5Gd10u8/s400/DSCN6134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since I am the mother of 5 children all under the age of 7...and now pregnant with #6...it is difficult for me to take my children outside to play.  One reason is because of the layout of our home and yard.  It isn't easy to watch them from the house or get back inside without traveling down the driveway.  The second reason is because my two oldest are special needs children who due to some of their developmental issues, can't be trusted to stay safe or keep the others safe.  With winter time it is even more impossible for me to get them outside as the twins are still too little for me to help them out while trying to keep an eye on the older three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was with great joy that the snow came yesterday because Daddy was home!!  The kids were beside themselves with glee as we layered them up to get them ready for their outdoor adventure.  They managed to stay outside for about 2 hours, with Daddy checking their hands and faces every now and then to make sure they were still warm.  It was my job to take care of the little ones and make hot chocolate when they came back inside.  Which they gladly sucked down with a candy cane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S1YYBtkUaAI/AAAAAAAAAus/xsCVh0ramaw/s1600-h/DSCN6132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428552818532575234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S1YYBtkUaAI/AAAAAAAAAus/xsCVh0ramaw/s400/DSCN6132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-2842361561333705134?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/2842361561333705134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=2842361561333705134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2842361561333705134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2842361561333705134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2010/01/playing-outside.html' title='Playing Outside'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S1YYCP6ba2I/AAAAAAAAAu0/uZGP5Gd10u8/s72-c/DSCN6134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-4230781101924728033</id><published>2010-01-14T13:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:49:48.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pediatricians</title><content type='html'>This month we did the unthinkable...we switched pediatricians.  Our original pediatrician was recommended to us when we were newly pregnant by my sister-in-law, and after what we went through with Ethan's birth and complications that followed, we were quite happy with our choice.  It has been within the last year or so, that I've noticed one if not both of us have changed and now take different paths when it comes to the care and health of my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may know, I'm pretty much anti-vaccine, anti-medications...with exceptions.  Ethan and Joshua had every vaccine known to man according to the timeline provided in 2002-2006.  It wasn't until we started down the road of celiac disease, autism and developmental delays that I took a step back and started to research and ask a lot of questions.  I never really questioned the doctor before because I believed she always had not only the best interests of my children at hand, but that she was a heck of a lot smarter than I was with regards to medicine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter a sickly 3 yr. old with failure to thrive and mom (me) strongly urging the doctor to test him for Celiac Disease based on the advice of a good friend who knows the disease.  The first test came back negative and so I pushed for further testing as my research, (and my instincts) told me that this was what he had.  After another test, it was concluded that he did indeed have the indicators for Celiac and that it only needed to be confirmed with an endoscopy, which it was!  The pediatrician was beside herself and every visit for the next year or so would constantly apologize for having missed the diagnosis.  My confidence in my abilities as a mother grew as the years went by and I had a couple more kiddos.  Ethan and Joshua were getting diagnosed with various disorders and other illnesses mostly due to my resilience in having it looked into.  That and my mindset with Bekah had changed altogether as far as vaccinations went.  The pediatrician wasn't thrilled with what I wanted, however she agreed that we could do an altered vaccine schedule for her.  I made it clear that I wouldn't be doing every vaccine under the sun this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now enter the twins...and more research.  The decision to do an even more altered vaccine schedule, followed by little to no meds, unless otherwise necessary, began to tear at the already fragile relationship I had with the kids doctor.  I noticed more irritation from her with my decisions, as well as with the questions that I would ask.  My questions generally went unanswered, and everything else took a "lets wait and see" approach more often than not.  Not to mention a few comments that came from her regarding my decision to refuse the chicken pox and MMR vaccines...for Bekah and the twins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only after having referred a friend to her that my decision to leave became clear.  The way she treated my friend completely caught me by surprise as she was very rude and offensive to this first time mom.  It opened my eyes as to what I really needed from my kids doctor.  I need someone who is willing to work WITH ME to help treat and care for them.  A doctor who refuses to take the parents insight, instincts or other suggestions for treatment and care is a doctor who, in my opinion, is much to full of themselves.  The doctor only sees that child for the 7.8 minutes they are in the exam room...the parent sees them 24/7.  I need a doctor who can ask me if there is anything else they can do for me and really mean it, not have their hand on the door knob and their foot half way out the door as they are asking the question.  I also want a doctor who is willing to try less invasive treatments before jumping to their script pad to write out the latest and greatest medication with a list of side effects a mile long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I found one.  AND I love her!!  We've had a nasty case of conjunctivitis and upper respiratory viruses that we just couldn't seem to shake.  Poor Eli, really couldn't shake it and come to find out he had not only recurring conjunctivitis but a double ear infection as well!  So his poor body just couldn't get rid of one virus without the other one taking over.  He was already on eye drops for his eyes, but the doctor then recommended that we put garlic oil in his ears for the infection and give him elderberry syrup to help fight off the rest of the virus that was in his system.  WOW!  So, I came home and made the garlic oil as she specified and three times a day with three drops in each ear treated his ears for the past week.  He also received 1/2 tsp. of the elderberry syrup twice a day and the eye drops in his eyes.  He had his follow up visit today and everything looks great!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have the recipe to make my own elderberry syrup as we will need a lot to keep all five kids, myself and my hubby protected from all of those viruses circulating right now.  And being pregnant, homemade elderberry syrup is considered extremely safe for pregnant and lactating moms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice to any new moms or soon to be moms:  find a pediatrician that is willing to work WITH you not FOR you.  They &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to be there for you, that's part of their job, but unless they are willing to listen and truly care about what you have to say with regards to the treatment of your children, it isn't worth it.  The health of your children is ultimately YOUR responsibility!  Furthermore, trust in yourself.  We live in an age where we have so much information at our fingertips.  Yes, sometimes there is too much info. and sometimes it can lead us down an unacceptable path, but that's where a &lt;em&gt;partnership&lt;/em&gt; with your doctor comes in to place.  God gave you these children to grow, teach, care for and love...make sure your doctor knows that too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-4230781101924728033?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/4230781101924728033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=4230781101924728033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4230781101924728033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4230781101924728033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2010/01/pediatricians.html' title='Pediatricians'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-3111728148798108479</id><published>2010-01-03T21:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:16:08.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd Birthday Rebekah!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422713603447678562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S0FZSqQtZmI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ooHPyif1WY4/s400/DSCN6083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What a beautiful little girl!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In a land of trucks, trains, and other various boy stuff, it's so refreshing to have a little girl to dress up and play with.  Don't get me wrong...she knows how to get dirty with her brothers...but she is still so very different from them.  She can sit for extended periods of time doing an activity.  She is usually pretty neat when she colors or works on projects, (unless convinced to go "outside the lines" by her brothers).  And she does know how to play quietly...until her brothers come along and push her buttons!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She is sweet, kind, cuddly and so very loving.  She is quick to give hugs and kisses, and knows that her smile will work wonders in tough spots.  Her giggle lights up the room so that you can't help but smile or giggle yourself.  She is already a very compassionate and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;empathic&lt;/span&gt; "mommy" to her younger brothers and her baby dolls.  She loves to wear pink and purple and her favorite things are Tinkerbell and My Little Ponies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She couldn't be more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; if she tried and thanks to her "Child Wranglers" (our nickname for our mother's helpers), she becomes pinker and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girlier&lt;/span&gt; by the week!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;  Thank you for being that little pink thing in a sea of blue!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422713608507539266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S0FZS9HEv0I/AAAAAAAAAuk/2SIa5uU9Hw0/s400/DSCN6093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-3111728148798108479?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/3111728148798108479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=3111728148798108479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3111728148798108479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3111728148798108479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-3rd-birthday-rebekah.html' title='Happy 3rd Birthday Rebekah!!'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S0FZSqQtZmI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ooHPyif1WY4/s72-c/DSCN6083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-2503472032826571303</id><published>2010-01-01T23:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:56:03.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S0FV5oYwShI/AAAAAAAAAuU/bWCpfnknb8w/s1600-h/DSCN6079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422709874912938514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S0FV5oYwShI/AAAAAAAAAuU/bWCpfnknb8w/s400/DSCN6079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Our New Year Gang L to R: Ethan, Caleb Joshua, Jack, Amara, Bekah, Elijah, and Josie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, so I haven't posted a Happy Birthday to Bekah yet...but we are celebrating her birthday on Sunday. It's tough to do a birthday in between two of the biggest holidays of the year when they both land on Fridays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy New Year! May 2010 bring to you all the happiness, joy and love we know it will bring to us... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-2503472032826571303?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/2503472032826571303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=2503472032826571303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2503472032826571303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2503472032826571303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/S0FV5oYwShI/AAAAAAAAAuU/bWCpfnknb8w/s72-c/DSCN6079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-43767659043358763</id><published>2009-12-06T22:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:08:04.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 7th (Wow) Birthday Ethan!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Sxx9aZwPbsI/AAAAAAAAAuA/bnPy2D21mhQ/s1600-h/DSCN5929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412338744735788738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Sxx9aZwPbsI/AAAAAAAAAuA/bnPy2D21mhQ/s400/DSCN5929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seven years old.  That magic age...the age of reason.  It's where they aren't young enough to be your baby anymore, and they still aren't old enough to be away from you for too long.  We can't believe we have a 7 year old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ethan, you have become an amazing person to us.  Your ability to love beyond all reason, to accept so much on faith, and take everything in stride is a gift.  We can't imagine you any other way.  Sure, you've had your ups and downs...some of those downs have been quite difficult.  But, the ups...well those have simply been delightful.  We love you more and more each day...and after 7 years of loving you we look forward to the next 7 knowing full well how much more our love for you will grow.  We love you with all of our heart and soul my love, and hope you had a splendid birthday this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Sxx9Z7ZRwmI/AAAAAAAAAt4/AO9G4FGN5vA/s1600-h/DSCN5891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412338736586408546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Sxx9Z7ZRwmI/AAAAAAAAAt4/AO9G4FGN5vA/s400/DSCN5891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan decided he wanted to try his hand at bowling this year for his birthday!  We went up the street to King's Bowling Lanes because it has candle pin bowling.  Ethan, Joshua, Rebekah and Jack had a blast rolling those balls down the alley!  What a sight to see.  Ethan was beside himself with excitement and enjoyment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-43767659043358763?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/43767659043358763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=43767659043358763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/43767659043358763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/43767659043358763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-7th-wow-birthday-ethan.html' title='Happy 7th (Wow) Birthday Ethan!!'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Sxx9aZwPbsI/AAAAAAAAAuA/bnPy2D21mhQ/s72-c/DSCN5929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-2082829787228051788</id><published>2009-12-04T20:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:39:10.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Sxm4t4sbZDI/AAAAAAAAAtw/gsVa14-7bUg/s1600-h/Top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Sxm4t4sbZDI/AAAAAAAAAtw/gsVa14-7bUg/s400/Top.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" align="center"&gt;It only took a couple of bribes to get everyone to look up.  It took &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; more bribes to get Joshua to even show his face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-2082829787228051788?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/2082829787228051788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=2082829787228051788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2082829787228051788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2082829787228051788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa-picture.html' title='Santa Picture'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Sxm4t4sbZDI/AAAAAAAAAtw/gsVa14-7bUg/s72-c/Top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-708095982611885804</id><published>2009-12-04T11:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:04:47.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Few Minutes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Sxkypcr7JBI/AAAAAAAAAto/rizwWD64H48/s1600-h/DSCN5858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411412114918810642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Sxkypcr7JBI/AAAAAAAAAto/rizwWD64H48/s400/DSCN5858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...is all it takes to get this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-708095982611885804?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/708095982611885804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=708095982611885804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/708095982611885804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/708095982611885804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-few-minutes.html' title='Just A Few Minutes...'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Sxkypcr7JBI/AAAAAAAAAto/rizwWD64H48/s72-c/DSCN5858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-7257326151824681709</id><published>2009-11-10T11:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:13:30.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know...</title><content type='html'>I promised pictures, updates etc...and I haven't really done it.  In my defense...to say I'm busy would be a serious understatement!  It would take me several moments to type up the list of things I've been responsible for lately...and I really don't have the time.  So, at the very least...I attempted to make some changes to the blog and have at least updated some pictures.  I'm not even sure I have that many followers anymore.  I know it's been tough for me to follow my list of blogs...and I used to be quite the "blog stalker".   So, to those of you who have been checking in to see if there are any new updates, I'm sorry to disappoint.  For those of you who are gluten free and have been looking for new information...I have included a widget for a gluten free search engine down on the right hand side of the blog.  You can type in any kind of product and it will pull up  a list of gluten free choices for you.  It's pretty handy for just about anyone...even those of us who have been doing this for awhile now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please check back again.  I don't know when I'll be able to update with more pictures, but I will do my best!  If I don't get on again soon...have a very Happy Thanksgiving!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-7257326151824681709?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/7257326151824681709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=7257326151824681709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/7257326151824681709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/7257326151824681709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know.html' title='I Know...'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-2523467141211260234</id><published>2009-10-16T09:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:30:30.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does a Heart Good</title><content type='html'>We do a monthly trip to Trader &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Joes&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tyngsboro&lt;/span&gt; once a month to stalk up on many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;non perishables&lt;/span&gt; as well as fruits and vegetables.  Feeding nine people, five of them children, can cost a lot of money, but with their prices we usually manage to walk out of there with lots of food to last about a month, for little money...(when I say little I mean anywhere between $300-$400).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this trip, my parents followed me and my crew done to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tyngsboro&lt;/span&gt;.  All of the kiddos were asleep except for Ethan, so my Dad stayed in the van with them while Ethan, my Mom and myself went in to do the shopping.  Ethan, as some of you know, can be quite chatty.  Most of the people we come in contact with end up learning more about our family than necessary.  In any case, the employees loved him and thought he was very smart, funny and cute.  While we were checking out, (our two overloaded carriages), Ethan was talking about all of the people that live in our house.  When the cashier was done ringing everything up he excused himself and said he would be back in a moment so Ethan continued talking to the gentleman who was bagging our food.  The cashier came back with a bouquet of flowers for me telling me lots of nice things that made me feel all warm and fuzzy, and Ethan was very excited about the flowers.  So, I asked him what we should do with them when we got home, and here is how the conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethan:&lt;/strong&gt; We need to put them in a vase because flowers like to eat water and soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, once they are cut they only need water.  When they are growing, then they need both water and soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethan:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay Mommy.  Will they last forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Honey, does anything last forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethan: &lt;/strong&gt;No Mommy.......Well, except for God's love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great is that??  My heart just about exploded out of my chest.  I was so proud of him and told him so.  The cashier and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bagger&lt;/span&gt; were speechless with eyes and mouths wide open.  Then the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bagger&lt;/span&gt; leaned down and said to Ethan, "We could all learn a lesson from you!"  Ethan just smiled.  What a great moment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-2523467141211260234?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/2523467141211260234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=2523467141211260234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2523467141211260234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2523467141211260234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/10/does-heart-good.html' title='Does a Heart Good'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-5021503708793195736</id><published>2009-10-07T07:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T07:26:05.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'>John Deere Expo Pix</title><content type='html'>These pictures were from the John Deere Expo in Kensington NH.  It is held every year in August, and we have made it there the past 3 years.  The kids LOVE it.  They don't have a ton of stuff to do, but what they do have is just enough for our kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Ssx2xjtQ1gI/AAAAAAAAAtE/b_Di3UYhCiE/s1600-h/DSC_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389813447826396674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Ssx2xjtQ1gI/AAAAAAAAAtE/b_Di3UYhCiE/s320/DSC_0147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The twins had a great time riding around in the double stroller!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Ssx2xMMkfhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/7P5ERk6JXOM/s1600-h/DSC_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389813441515257362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Ssx2xMMkfhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/7P5ERk6JXOM/s320/DSC_0116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, I color coordinated for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Ssx2wnacCYI/AAAAAAAAAs0/gzwbiClFVQA/s1600-h/DSC_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389813431641311618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Ssx2wnacCYI/AAAAAAAAAs0/gzwbiClFVQA/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He looks comfy doesn't he?  It's been taken under consideration as a new bed for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Ssx2wGqn_pI/AAAAAAAAAss/fVO8Jz1SgFU/s1600-h/DSC_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389813422850834066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Ssx2wGqn_pI/AAAAAAAAAss/fVO8Jz1SgFU/s320/DSC_0089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is just so darn cute and little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Ssx2v9cfqcI/AAAAAAAAAsk/IYb3NVG9t3E/s1600-h/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389813420375648706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Ssx2v9cfqcI/AAAAAAAAAsk/IYb3NVG9t3E/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was by far their favorite part.  Yes, that is Bekah driving!  She did an incredible job, and Josh was nice enough to give her a turn.  They switched off and on.  Ethan on the other hand, was perfectly happy doing his own thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-5021503708793195736?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/5021503708793195736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=5021503708793195736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/5021503708793195736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/5021503708793195736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/10/john-deere-expo-pix.html' title='John Deere Expo Pix'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Ssx2xjtQ1gI/AAAAAAAAAtE/b_Di3UYhCiE/s72-c/DSC_0147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-839175636050826936</id><published>2009-10-06T10:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:35:34.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Still Here!</title><content type='html'>So, it's been about a month since I last posted.  A lot has happened that has not only kept me away from the blog, but just kept me so busy, that finding the time to type something out is near impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the things that have kept us so busy: a John Deere Expo, a gluten free BBQ with our ROCK support group, my parents moving in, a birthday party for the twins, apple picking, the Deerfield Fair, day trips up north to see the foliage, plus many hours of driving to and from various therapies and doctors appointments for Ethan and Joshua, as well as teaching Ethan first grade!  Yup, we've been busy.  With the volumes of pictures I have it would be impossible for me to pick out a few to post here to show you where we've been and what we've done.  That and the fact that I just don't have time to wait around for blogger to download the darn things!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I can, I promise to post some pictures...hey maybe tonight...we'll see.  In any case, we are still here and going...just busier than ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-839175636050826936?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/839175636050826936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=839175636050826936' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/839175636050826936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/839175636050826936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-are-still-here.html' title='We Are Still Here!'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-5849772162647002662</id><published>2009-09-05T13:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T14:04:44.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircuts</title><content type='html'>Well, my babies will be turning one in just a few days...time has certainly gone by way too fast.  I suppose it was bound to happen, it's just one of those things.  But, unlike my other children, I've been having a tough time with some of the milestones the twins have been hitting.  One of which is the infamous haircut.  My oldest two boys had a lot of hair, especially Joshua.  He needed a haircut at 9 mos. because it was getting into his eyes!  Poor Rebekah still doesn't have enough hair to truly cut, but even she has now had two haircuts.  So, it was only a matter of time before the twins would be receiving their very first as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've put it off because I knew that once they had those little baby hairs clipped, they would look like "big boys" or toddlers and I wasn't sure I was ready to let go of my "babies" just yet.  But, they are growing up, and I can't resist those cute little boy faces anymore than the cute little baby faces...so clip-clip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very fortunate to have such an awesome hairstylist.  Donna has been cutting my hair since my wedding day!  I say fortunate, because she was willing to come to my house yesterday to cut my hair, so that's why we figured we'd take advantage and have her do the twins and Bekah as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SqKk_YzreCI/AAAAAAAAAsc/s66aJ3rBssg/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378042313931716642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SqKk_YzreCI/AAAAAAAAAsc/s66aJ3rBssg/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caleb before his trim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SqKk-_5EVHI/AAAAAAAAAsU/mo8HZVmpptw/s1600-h/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378042307243431026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SqKk-_5EVHI/AAAAAAAAAsU/mo8HZVmpptw/s400/DSC_0055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb after his trim...he wasn't too happy with the whole experience.  I think he wanted to be the one using the scissors!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SqKk-Xk5_2I/AAAAAAAAAsM/zOy-uO9ccfs/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378042296421449570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SqKk-Xk5_2I/AAAAAAAAAsM/zOy-uO9ccfs/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah before his trim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SqKk-HhylYI/AAAAAAAAAsE/I68Gq6LGv10/s1600-h/Eli%27s+Haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 389px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378042292113413506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SqKk-HhylYI/AAAAAAAAAsE/I68Gq6LGv10/s400/Eli%27s+Haircut.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elijah after his trim...very happy little guy.  He had no problem with the haircut.  As a matter of fact he continued to eat his veggie bootie during the whole process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-5849772162647002662?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/5849772162647002662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=5849772162647002662' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/5849772162647002662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/5849772162647002662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/09/haircuts.html' title='Haircuts'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SqKk_YzreCI/AAAAAAAAAsc/s66aJ3rBssg/s72-c/DSC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-4367221364939862230</id><published>2009-09-02T09:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:28:09.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>We received Ethan's CAT results at the end of last week.  It was a pretty quick turnaround.  We are proud to say that our big guy did awesome.  He scored average to above average all the way around.  His lowest score was a 5 (on a 1-9 scale; 1-3 below average, 4-6 average, and 7-9 above average) and that was on comprehension.  We weren't surprised because comprehension can be a difficult task for children with Asperger.  The problem with comprehension is that if the topic doesn't interest them, they simply tune it out.  If the stories on the tests were about John Deere or Thomas, I'm sure he would have paid closer attention to the story, but still may have struggled with the concepts the story was presenting.  Since the story's were about cats outside and breakfast foods cooking in the kitchen, he didn't even hear the stories much less be able to answer a question about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, he did so well and we are so proud of him.  When we told him his results he smiled and said, "I'm so proud of myself!"  We had told him that when he finished Kindergarten we would celebrate with a cake of his choice.  So, he chose chocolate cupcakes with vanilla frosting.  I figured it would be a perfect opportunity to check out the new gluten free mixes from &lt;a href="http://www.bettycrocker.com/products/gluten-free/"&gt;Betty Crocker&lt;/a&gt;.  They have four mixes out; Devil's Food Cake, Yellow Cake, Cookie Mix, and Brownie Mix.  We had already had the brownie mix due to Ethan's OT using that as a cooking activity during one of his sessions...they were yummy!  Well, let me tell you...the Devil's Food Cake was pretty awesome as well.  That topped with my homemade gluten free, dairy free vanilla frosting and the kids were all pretty excited as they inhaled not one but two cupcakes each!  We even let the babies try some...ya, ya I know they haven't had their first birthday yet...but some rules are made to be broken right??  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we are now looking forward to his first grade books coming in the mail tomorrow and have the school room all set up and ready to go.  Mike and I organized each child's activity/school basket so that it's easy enough to know where each child's work is.  We will be doing preschool for Joshua and Rebekah as well.  It should be an interesting year, and I'm looking forward to watching my children grow in their learning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-4367221364939862230?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/4367221364939862230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=4367221364939862230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4367221364939862230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4367221364939862230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/09/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-2490717804452589992</id><published>2009-08-24T17:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:08:52.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Swim</title><content type='html'>Walking into the bathroom yesterday I noticed the sink was a quarter of the way filled with water.  Floating in the water were two bath toys...an orange fish and a duck decorated with the British Flag colors (courtesy of our relatives in Ireland).  Knowing who had been in the bathroom prior to myself, I began calling for Joshua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he came to the bathroom door, I pointed to the sink and asked him if he did it.  "Yes, Momma" was his reply.  I asked him why and quite seriously he said to me, "They just wanted to take a swim Momma!" ...and then he smiled!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-2490717804452589992?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/2490717804452589992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=2490717804452589992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2490717804452589992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2490717804452589992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-swim.html' title='Just A Swim'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-3548359808103026840</id><published>2009-08-20T13:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:23:42.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is Done...</title><content type='html'>Hooray! Today is the day that Ethan finished his CAT Exam for Kindergarten! It was a pleasant experience to watch my little guy answer questions that I thought might be tough for him. It was also reassuring that everything I've been able to do...or not do...over the course of the last two years helped him accomplish this goal. Even more so, the curriculum through Seton for Kindergarten far surpassed the questions that were within the 6 tests he had to complete. Again reassuring me that we've made the right decision for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, we just wait for the results and order the materials he needs for 1st Grade!! WOW! I have a first grader...very exciting. He has asked for chocolate cupcakes with vanilla frosting to celebrate...no problem...we'll just mix up a batch and throw them in the van...with this heat I'm sure it's just as hot as the oven in there!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372096401340039890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/So2FNuUHAtI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Cb2g9I6wSHM/s400/DSC_0092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-3548359808103026840?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/3548359808103026840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=3548359808103026840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3548359808103026840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3548359808103026840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-done.html' title='It Is Done...'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/So2FNuUHAtI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Cb2g9I6wSHM/s72-c/DSC_0092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-7828648981611654048</id><published>2009-08-13T20:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:39:29.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Parents!</title><content type='html'>You know how you can look back on something and whatever it was that struck you as odd finally makes sense to you?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...as most of you know Ethan is tiny for his age.  He will be 7 years old in December, but his body size measures at around a 4 1/2 to 5 year old.  In any case, the child really has no waist, and if it weren't for the fact that he needs the length in his pants, he could easily walk around in a size 2T to 3T without fear of them being too tight.  As a matter of fact, we have been able to put him in his brothers 3T shorts this summer when his two pairs of size 5 have been dirty.  (They are the ones with the adjustable waist which is the only reason why they fit him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just dawned on me, as I was hanging up some of the wet laundry to dry, what was wrong with Ethan's outfit on Sunday.  I had mentioned to Mike that Ethan's pants looked a little weird, but it was usually when I was in the middle of something and I never got around to checking out why.  He wore them all day, never complained once about how they fit, I just thought they looked weird...maybe too small.  I didn't think anything of it...until just now...when I hung up a pair of 6-9 MONTH PANTS, that it all became so clear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guessed it...no wonder he looked weird...he was wearing 6-9 month pants as shorts!!  And we didn't even realize it until 5 days later...that's AWESOME!!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-7828648981611654048?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/7828648981611654048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=7828648981611654048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/7828648981611654048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/7828648981611654048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/08/awesome-parents.html' title='Awesome Parents!'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-6707399351745041524</id><published>2009-08-03T16:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:03:40.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are The Animals In Your Neighborhood...</title><content type='html'>Well, for being on the West Side of Manchvegas we've seen our fair share of wildlife this summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we have evidence of a rather large moose taking a leisurely stroll through our backyard and over our fence.  Our neighbor actually saw the moose, but we had hoof prints and moose hair all over the yard and stuck to the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second we've had a woodchuck sitting around on the rock wall now for the past several mornings.  We think he took a liking to Mike's Jeep mats that have been airing out back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...a baby skunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365842944090584258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SndNumsONMI/AAAAAAAAArs/q6vTrkdROSs/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't he cute???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I was using Mike's camera which has an awesome zoom control...because I was about 15 feet away!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365842949422463906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SndNu6jcO6I/AAAAAAAAAr0/fJ4-GJejc1I/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then he spotted me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-6707399351745041524?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/6707399351745041524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=6707399351745041524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/6707399351745041524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/6707399351745041524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-are-animals-in-your-neighborhood.html' title='Who Are The Animals In Your Neighborhood...'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SndNumsONMI/AAAAAAAAArs/q6vTrkdROSs/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-4991270997789234897</id><published>2009-07-31T18:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:00:06.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Fee Or Die</title><content type='html'>Nope...it's not a typo.  I really meant to spell Free as Fee.  Why? Well, let's just say that the great state of New Hampshire doesn't seem to be living up to its state motto these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the news today, was an announcement that anyone who needed to register their vehicles in the next four months had better hurry up and do it TODAY, as TOMORROW the new fees would be implemented.  Hun?  I didn't see that headline this morning on &lt;a href="http://www.wmur.com/news/20237040/detail.html"&gt;WMUR&lt;/a&gt;, and yet there it was this afternoon when I checked the news.  Maybe I just missed it because I was just in to check the weather real quick.  But, if you read the article, the information was only just posted...today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SnNzYepzOfI/AAAAAAAAArk/c27PRGKwQIw/s1600-h/DSCN5266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364758445510834674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SnNzYepzOfI/AAAAAAAAArk/c27PRGKwQIw/s400/DSCN5266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For those of you, who like me, didn't know of this change coming so soon you can click on the WMUR link above for the news article...which by the way was a little blurb on the side of the screen.  It seems to me they had far more "warnings" for the impending change over to digital television than they did for this little diddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, suffice it to say...this will be the last time you will see the VANOKDS license plate on our vehicle.  Due to the new fees that our lovely state government has decided to place on everyone in the state, such things as a vanity plate have become a far to expensive way to show our state just how "free" we are.  Not only did the fee go up for a vanity plate...$40 vs. the $25 initial cost...but you will now be charged the $40 ANNUALLY!!  Ummm, last time I registered my car, I don't remember receiving a new plate with my stickers...hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, in addition to your regular state and local fees for registering your vehicle, you will have a minimum $30 charge depending on the weight of your vehicle.   All total, that's an extra $140 we have to come up with for our two vehicles.  (Hubby's car has a vanity plate too.) Thank God my kids don't weigh much!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely refuse to give my irresponsible state $40 of my husbands hard earned cash for the "privilege" of having a vanity plate every single year.  I'd rather make them shell out their own money to make me a boring one.  I strongly urge anyone out there who has a vanity plate, to consider doing the same.  It's time to stand up and hold those responsible for the state our state is in...accountable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SnNzX4hCAYI/AAAAAAAAArc/cVxxXju-Fu4/s1600-h/DSCN5265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364758435273507202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SnNzX4hCAYI/AAAAAAAAArc/cVxxXju-Fu4/s400/DSCN5265.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-4991270997789234897?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/4991270997789234897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=4991270997789234897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4991270997789234897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4991270997789234897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/07/live-fee-or-die.html' title='Live Fee Or Die'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SnNzYepzOfI/AAAAAAAAArk/c27PRGKwQIw/s72-c/DSCN5266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-7901155448416074623</id><published>2009-07-25T06:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T06:26:09.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sevin Stitches</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine has just opened a new Etsy shop.  To celebrate she is giving away one of her &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMvC8GdzBAs/Smkm7KiYAmI/AAAAAAAAC8s/cz67iBnZX9g/s1600-h/100_8086.JPG"&gt;Monk's Bags&lt;/a&gt; .  Please follow the link below for your chance to enter the contest as well as to see some of the great things she is making!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sevinstitches.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sevinstitches.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-7901155448416074623?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/7901155448416074623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=7901155448416074623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/7901155448416074623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/7901155448416074623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/07/sevin-stitches.html' title='Sevin Stitches'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-4650546813528478158</id><published>2009-07-22T07:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:58:19.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He Did It!</title><content type='html'>Everyday it's a battle.  Everyday, Mike and I try to figure out the best way to deal with the many issues that Ethan presents us with.  One of the longest battles we've had is in potty training.  We officially welcomed him into the world of underpants and toilet use in February of 2008!  In general he uses the toilet pretty regularly.  We have found that the reasons for his wet accidents are the usual...he's too preoccupied, doesn't want to stop doing what he's doing, or is just plain lazy!  However, it's been a battle to get him fully trained in doing a BM without accidents.  We are constantly faced with the questions "is it autism, sensory, or 6 1/2 yr. old behavior??"  Then we try to come up with an answer and a solution.  Needless to say we have tried everything!  And in Ethan's defense he is still on a laxative, (he's been on one since he was 18 months old!), so if it's been a couple of days since his last BM, we'll "up" his meds. to encourage his body to go.  This sometimes results in a "got there a little too late" accident which is obviously beyond his control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday I had had it!  It's enough that I still have four other children in diapers, (another post for another day) so it's not hard to imagine that I find myself losing my patience so much quicker when my oldest just can't seem to keep his underpants clean.  So, I came up with yet another plan.  Ethan wears a pull up to bed at night because he absolutely cannot stay dry that long yet.  In the morning, he is supposed to come down, use the toilet and change out of his pull up into a pair of underpants.  Last night I told him that from now on, when he comes downstairs he is to change from his overnight pull up into a new pull up for the day.  He really didn't like that idea, but I told him that he would be allowed to put underpants on as soon as he did his "stinky" on the toilet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did it!  He got down from the breakfast table this morning, declaring that he had to "go", and in he went.  No accidents.  He is now happily sporting his favorite underpants.  So, we'll do it again tomorrow, and the day after that and the day after that.  It's too early to determine whether it was autism, sensory or 6 1/2 yr. old behavior...but if I were to make a determination based on just today...I would tend towards the latter!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-4650546813528478158?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/4650546813528478158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=4650546813528478158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4650546813528478158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4650546813528478158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-did-it.html' title='He Did It!'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-1537523575115054709</id><published>2009-07-13T10:26:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:45:55.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebekah or Emma...Who's Who??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SltGKZrRUYI/AAAAAAAAArU/De5j1panlho/s1600-h/emmascan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357953326192349570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SltGKZrRUYI/AAAAAAAAArU/De5j1panlho/s400/emmascan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is incredible how much these two look alike...they could be sisters! In the top picture is Emma...I believe she was around 20 months old. We thought she had very little hair, and compared to others she most definitely did, but if you look closely her mom was able to put enough together to make her trademark "whalespout" hairdo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SltFczjAmyI/AAAAAAAAArM/Lalj2G_YdXU/s1600-h/DSCN5182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357952542863039266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SltFczjAmyI/AAAAAAAAArM/Lalj2G_YdXU/s400/DSCN5182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we have Rebekah...who's tiny amount of hair can't even hold the tiniest barrette, never mind a "whalespout"!  But their smiles are very similar as are most of their mannerisms. Mike and I are often amazed at how much she reminds of our niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SltE3jnG-PI/AAAAAAAAArE/w0gAMdRrJw0/s1600-h/DSCN5180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357951902930106610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SltE3jnG-PI/AAAAAAAAArE/w0gAMdRrJw0/s400/DSCN5180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even Rebekah was confused by the picture saying, "look, look it's Bekah, I sitting". I then told her that it was actually Emma in the picture and she said, "it's Emma...wearing Bekah's clothes!" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-1537523575115054709?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/1537523575115054709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=1537523575115054709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/1537523575115054709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/1537523575115054709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/07/rebekah-or-emmawhos-who.html' title='Rebekah or Emma...Who&apos;s Who??'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SltGKZrRUYI/AAAAAAAAArU/De5j1panlho/s72-c/emmascan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-2498745807006193629</id><published>2009-07-10T13:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:18:14.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They Are Getting Soooo Big!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Sld1o6J0FqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/A5_R7YiaLRU/s1600-h/DSCN5063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356879627446130338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Sld1o6J0FqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/A5_R7YiaLRU/s400/DSCN5063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's hard to believe that these "little" guys are 10 months old today!!  Yipes, where did all those sleepless nights go??  These two monkeys are both growing nicely as their 9 month check up revealed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caleb (baby on the right), is weighing in at 17 lbs. 5.5 oz and 27 1/2" long while his brother, Eli (obviously...other baby), is weighing in at 17 lbs. 7 oz and 27" long.  They both have their two lower central incisors...and they know how to use them.  As a matter of fact Eli has been nicknamed "Zombie Baby" by his father, because every time Mike goes near him, Eli attaches himself to Mike's arm and begins to chomp!  Those little teeth hurt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of the two, Caleb is much more adventurous, while Eli is content just staying put.  Caleb has developed this breast stroke, land style to get around.  I wonder if we put him in water if he would actually swim!  Needless to say he gets faster every day...which has forced me to sweep even more than the 3 times a day I was already doing...as well as...you know...&lt;em&gt;wash&lt;/em&gt; the floor...every now and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for Eli, he just started to venture out into the kitchen.  Up until now, he's been pretty content just sitting in their toy room watching, or playing with whatever is around him.  He has a pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;controlled&lt;/span&gt; fall, so if he needs to he'll just kind of fall over, and then with a combination of rolling and pushing forward with his feet, can get to where he needs to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They continue to amaze us as they become more and more interactive with each other.  And although they aren't holding hands as much as before, it seems to be that much sweeter now when they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-2498745807006193629?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/2498745807006193629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=2498745807006193629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2498745807006193629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2498745807006193629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/07/they-are-getting-soooo-big.html' title='They Are Getting Soooo Big!'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Sld1o6J0FqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/A5_R7YiaLRU/s72-c/DSCN5063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-3585184272311018726</id><published>2009-07-04T21:43:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:09:32.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Birthday Joshua!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SlAFqCiPqwI/AAAAAAAAAqk/gWm74Eolmx4/s1600-h/DSCN5033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354786176736668418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SlAFqCiPqwI/AAAAAAAAAqk/gWm74Eolmx4/s400/DSCN5033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every year the 4th of July brings about cookouts, celebrations and time spent with family and friends. For the past 4 years we have been blessed to have another reason to celebrate. Our little guy, Joshua. He was born on this day, 4 years ago and has continued to be our spirited little firecracker ever since. His dependent independence his given us a glimmer into how strong he will be as he gets older...once he lets us out of his sight. His smile is a window into his soul which is pure and bright and wonderful. His hugs and kisses are a never ending sign of just how much he truly loves us with his whole being. And even though at times, he makes the worlds loudest and most obnoxious noises, his gentler, quieter voice when he says, "I love you too, Mommy", brings happy tears to my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your Father and I wish you only the best Joshua, as you continue to light up our days with your very own special kind of fireworks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SlAKcBf5tuI/AAAAAAAAAq0/-52CQJlztpY/s1600-h/Joshua01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354791433498375906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SlAKcBf5tuI/AAAAAAAAAq0/-52CQJlztpY/s400/Joshua01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:4408/9d31b6a5e75f5f4ce17fd95f295c64d7/image/be668a501ae761a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-3585184272311018726?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/3585184272311018726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=3585184272311018726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3585184272311018726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3585184272311018726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th-birthday-joshua.html' title='Happy 4th Birthday Joshua!'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SlAFqCiPqwI/AAAAAAAAAqk/gWm74Eolmx4/s72-c/DSCN5033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-7718182406050888707</id><published>2009-06-12T15:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:19:01.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY...GF, DF, SF Yogurt!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so the title may or may not give it away...but it would have been too long to write it all out!  For those of you who have read the blog...you know that time isn't always something I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is...the search is finally over.  I've found a yogurt that accomplishes all I needed it to and more.  Joshua used to be a BIG yogurt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;connoisseur&lt;/span&gt;...he would eat almost any flavor, and wouldn't stop at just a measly 6 oz container.  Since he went gluten free and now (mostly) dairy free, it has been impossible to find a suitable replacement for him.  We've tried everything out there...and I have to agree with him...most of them are pretty...yucky!  Either too thick, or too watery...or the taste is just horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now.  We've been enjoying ice cream for the past year from this very same company, and I remember saying to Mike how great it would be if they could also do a milk and yogurt!  Well, they now have both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently discovered So Delicious not only has the best dairy free, gluten free ice cream, they have also come out with milk and yogurt...and it's all made using coconut milk!!  &lt;a href="http://www.purelydecadent.com/products/coconut_yogurt.html"&gt;So Delicious Yogurt&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.turtlemountain.com/products/coconut_milk_beverage.html"&gt;So Delicious Coconut Milk&lt;/a&gt;. Plus, it's soy free too!  You simply must try it.  Whether you just recentely went dairy free, or have been for awhile now...I believe you will be pleasantly surprised at how truly delicious these products are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-7718182406050888707?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/7718182406050888707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=7718182406050888707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/7718182406050888707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/7718182406050888707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/06/finallygf-df-sf-yogurt.html' title='FINALLY...GF, DF, SF Yogurt!!'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-3673780157272928255</id><published>2009-06-10T09:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:32:28.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Months Old And On The Move</title><content type='html'>My "little" guys are 9 months old today!  Can you believe it??  Time is really flying by.  We can't believe how much they've grown and changed.  Their 9 month checkup is next Friday, so I will have updates on just how much they have grown in the last couple of months.  We're thinking they will be the first of the Ouellette children to have hit 20 lbs by their first birthday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They each have their own little personalities, and as you will see in the video below...are just a few days away from really living up to the name of "Double Trouble"!  Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h-V7bqIVaoA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h-V7bqIVaoA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-3673780157272928255?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/3673780157272928255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=3673780157272928255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3673780157272928255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3673780157272928255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/06/9-months-old-and-on-move.html' title='9 Months Old And On The Move'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-8910638005028415801</id><published>2009-06-09T22:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:00:22.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunny-Bunny Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Si8eLt0uWwI/AAAAAAAAAqI/oTq1m_LleJM/s1600-h/DSCN4772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345524469340199682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Si8eLt0uWwI/AAAAAAAAAqI/oTq1m_LleJM/s400/DSCN4772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Rebekah absolutely LOVES this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blanky&lt;/span&gt;/doll.  Her godparents, Dennis and Cheryl gave it to her for her Baptism and it really hasn't left her side since.  It used to be a lovely light pink with a white satiny border, and the bunny had nice soft white fur.  When you hold it up, the bunny in the middle is actually holding on to the blanket, and there is a prayer around the border.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now the string that attached the bunny's arm around the blanket, has long since been detached.  The fur has been rubbed thin, and both the fur and the satiny border have become a worn gray color.  The pink is more like white with a hint of pink, and even the tag has been worn down to tiny fibers.  I can't say for sure, but I believe the words are still around the border.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The love that blanket has in it can't possibly be measured.  It is my hope that long after she has abandoned her need for her bunny-bunny, there will  still be something left of it to put away for her in a memory box to have when she is much older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-8910638005028415801?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/8910638005028415801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=8910638005028415801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/8910638005028415801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/8910638005028415801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/06/bunny-bunny-love.html' title='Bunny-Bunny Love'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Si8eLt0uWwI/AAAAAAAAAqI/oTq1m_LleJM/s72-c/DSCN4772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-5282829924159965174</id><published>2009-06-09T22:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:43:13.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Si8cqWDlPSI/AAAAAAAAAqA/6YaNcr0iXfM/s1600-h/DSCN4807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345522796512754978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Si8cqWDlPSI/AAAAAAAAAqA/6YaNcr0iXfM/s400/DSCN4807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elijah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Si8cqKwWHGI/AAAAAAAAAp4/7WaCpzKx4Es/s1600-h/DSCN4736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345522793479281762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Si8cqKwWHGI/AAAAAAAAAp4/7WaCpzKx4Es/s400/DSCN4736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caleb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Si8cpwH3wdI/AAAAAAAAApw/7OhZCJiv5l8/s1600-h/DSCN4805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345522786330198482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Si8cpwH3wdI/AAAAAAAAApw/7OhZCJiv5l8/s400/DSCN4805.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebekah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Si8cpgqOg7I/AAAAAAAAApo/dUUfinVE9a4/s1600-h/DSCN4744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345522782179328946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Si8cpgqOg7I/AAAAAAAAApo/dUUfinVE9a4/s400/DSCN4744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Si8cpcRDC7I/AAAAAAAAApg/vecFonuqxw4/s1600-h/DSCN4743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345522780999977906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Si8cpcRDC7I/AAAAAAAAApg/vecFonuqxw4/s400/DSCN4743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-5282829924159965174?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/5282829924159965174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=5282829924159965174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/5282829924159965174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/5282829924159965174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/06/smile-please.html' title='Smile Please'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Si8cqWDlPSI/AAAAAAAAAqA/6YaNcr0iXfM/s72-c/DSCN4807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-8520587564644774774</id><published>2009-06-09T07:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:45:45.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua's new joke</title><content type='html'>josh: knock knock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: who's there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh: cow in the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: cow in the water who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh: pig in the mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must have laughed for a good minute - of course josh thought it was the best joke EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(apparently it's all in the delivery)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-8520587564644774774?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/8520587564644774774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=8520587564644774774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/8520587564644774774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/8520587564644774774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/06/joshuas-new-joke.html' title='Joshua&apos;s new joke'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-6520445082702810076</id><published>2009-06-04T10:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:14:50.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan's Question...and Answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Finish up your snack because we're going to do some schoolwork next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethan:&lt;/strong&gt; Why do I need to do schoolwork?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; So you can finish up Kindergarten and go on to the 1st Grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethan:&lt;/strong&gt; Do I have to go to school then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; No.  We will still be doing school at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAUSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethan:&lt;/strong&gt; Mommy, why do you homeschool me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and before I could get my answer out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethan:&lt;/strong&gt;  It's because Joshua would miss me, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-6520445082702810076?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/6520445082702810076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=6520445082702810076' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/6520445082702810076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/6520445082702810076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/06/ethans-questionand-answer.html' title='Ethan&apos;s Question...and Answer'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-3904051975349129471</id><published>2009-05-28T13:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:41:30.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Strongly Dislike Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>Why would some one dislike rainy days so much as to use the words "strongly dislike" in the sentence?  Well, there are a couple of reasons.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The first reason has to do with the wording.  We have encountered an over use of the word "hate" in our house and I've had enough.  It's one of those things where I never realized how much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; said that word, until I started to hear it coming out of Ethan's mouth.  And when I hear him say the word "hate" I feel myself cringe at the sound of it.  I'm not sure why.  Is it really any better than the words "strongly dislike" or "loathe"?  No, I guess not.  I think it's more about what it really represents.  It's like saying "shut up" instead of "be quiet".  They both mean the same thing no matter what tone they are said in...but some how "shut up" seems much more powerful and mean.  Which is where I stand with the word "hate".  It just sounds mean.  See how many times a day you throw that word around.  Mike and I have been caught several times now by the "hate" police...namely Ethan...with an "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Exxxcuuuuuse&lt;/span&gt; me?  We don't say that word!" from him.  He's much better at enforcing the rules rather than following them...aren't they all? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the dislike of the rainy day...is it me or do all children go bonkers on rainy days???  Oh my goodness.  Couple that with various sensory issues, serious lack of space in ever shrinking house, and two very cranky, noisy babies...and I'm afraid I'm going to crack!  It has been so crazy here, that not only did they lose their quiet time movie of choice...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chitty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chitty&lt;/span&gt; Bang Bang, but they also lost ALL of the toys in their playroom!!  Mostly because they decided to have a "pick a corner and lets see how many toys we can chuck at each other until someone cries" game.  Good times...and for the record it was about 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;legos&lt;/span&gt; and Rebekah was the one who went down.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;AHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how is it I got this much "free" time to type the post?  Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bekah&lt;/span&gt; is sleeping off the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lego&lt;/span&gt; war", Josh has taken up his nap time post at the table, Ethan has been banished to the couch until I deem quiet time is officially over, and the babies are yelling at me from their respective bumper jumpers!  Yup, it's a "beautiful day in this neighborhood...won't you be my neighbor?"  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-3904051975349129471?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/3904051975349129471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=3904051975349129471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3904051975349129471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3904051975349129471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-strongly-dislike-rainy-days.html' title='I Strongly Dislike Rainy Days'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-3865724114555245288</id><published>2009-05-22T10:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:37:50.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya, ya I know...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I haven't posted in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; while.  So here are my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;excu&lt;/span&gt;...er, reasons. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We've had a nasty little virus in the main computer where all of my pix are stored.  Mike has had to clean out the entire computer and start over to get rid of it.  All though this is something he can do in several hours, it has taken him about a month to do it.  (Insert here the story of the shoemakers kids...blah, blah, blah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fortunately we not only recently backed up all of our pictures prior to the nasty virus taking over, we also had a secondary machine set up for the kids, that we have been able to use.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fortunately, the back up drive I mentioned earlier lives at Mike's work, so I am unable to access it and put up some absolutely adorable pix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Because the computer hasn't been working well, I have well over 150 pictures sitting on my cameras memory card just waiting to be downloaded.  I don't even remember half of what's on there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Any free time I am able to sneak away with has been used to check emails...maybe reply, check out the latest in the news...which seems to be depressing lately, or go onto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; and live vicariously through my alter ego on Mafia Wars where I am know as Big Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;excus&lt;/span&gt;...er, reason...just encompasses the rest of my life which revolves around 5, wonderful, loving, incredibly active children.  I have never been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; busy in my life!!  My house is more than just messy, I have to sniff clothes to determine whether the basket on my bedroom floor is full of clean clothes or dirty, and no matter how hard I try I can't for the life of me keep my dishes in the cabinets.  Somehow they either live in the sink or the dishwasher, sometimes on the table!  I am continuously amazed at how quickly a picked up room becomes disheveled, and how many times a day I can step on the same toy that I could swear I had just put away 5 minutes ago.  I am tired of the sound of my own voice saying things like; "Joshua get off your sisters head", and "Rebekah you can't lay ON the babies", or "Ethan, is it ever a good idea to drive your tucks onto or into anyone??".  But at the end of the day, we can all still hug and kiss, and say our "good nights" and "I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yous&lt;/span&gt;",  knowing that we get to start all over again tomorrow.  It's at that moment, when everyone is in bed...not necessarily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;asleep&lt;/span&gt; mind you...that I get those few moments to get everything done before I can actually relax before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sorry for the lack of posting.  I won't promise that I'll be better now...cause that will just be impossible for me to keep.  Just know that, if you keep checking up on us here, eventually you will see some updates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-3865724114555245288?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/3865724114555245288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=3865724114555245288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3865724114555245288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3865724114555245288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/05/ya-ya-i-know.html' title='Ya, ya I know...'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-220429179374297941</id><published>2009-04-25T23:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:32:28.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are These...My Arms??</title><content type='html'>I don't know about the rest of you, but I love dressing my kids in their summer clothes on these first few warm days.  By summer clothes I mean short sleeved shirts and shorts.  It's like watching a baby when he first notices his fingers and toes.  They look at their arms and legs in awe...and then try to pull everything down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-220429179374297941?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/220429179374297941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=220429179374297941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/220429179374297941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/220429179374297941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-are-thesemy-arms.html' title='What Are These...My Arms??'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-8708494811243798286</id><published>2009-04-22T22:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:11:00.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Se_NetVV1MI/AAAAAAAAApY/UYy60-KPkT8/s1600-h/Madboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327702811651462338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Se_NetVV1MI/AAAAAAAAApY/UYy60-KPkT8/s400/Madboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We recently purchased a backup drive to save all of the pictures from our hard drive should something ever happen to our computer.  We found this picture from Rebekah's Baptism.  Josh had slept through it, and at the end wasn't happy to be awakened.  I believe we have Cheryl to thank for this picture!  It makes us laugh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we look at it.  It's just so Joshua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-8708494811243798286?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/8708494811243798286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=8708494811243798286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/8708494811243798286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/8708494811243798286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/04/mad-boy.html' title='Mad Boy'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Se_NetVV1MI/AAAAAAAAApY/UYy60-KPkT8/s72-c/Madboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-6583525493803217018</id><published>2009-04-20T08:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:02:38.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Cereal...Not Just for Babies</title><content type='html'>We have found this awesome baby cereal for the twins that is one of the only cereals I've found claiming it has not only probiotics but is free of gluten as well.  After the amount of antibiotics my little guys have had to be on, I figured it would be a great addition to their diet in keeping their intestines healthy.  It is called &lt;a href="http://www.organicdirect.com/happy-bellies-brown-rice-cereal-organic-p-1907.html"&gt;Happy Bellies&lt;/a&gt; and so far the twins love it.  I originally found it at &lt;a href="http://www.naturalchoicemarketnh.com/"&gt;Natural Choice Market&lt;/a&gt; in Hooksett, but later found that the Babies R Us in Nashua carries it as well, (for $2 less).  Because I have twins, we have been going through cereal like it's water, so I've been cutting it with Earth's Best Organic Whole Grain Rice Cereal.  They don't seem to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why did I say it's not just for babies?  Well, Ethan and Joshua had their 3 month check up with Dr. Hofley and had their yearly blood work updated.  All the results came back normal except they both showed iron deficiency's as well as Vitamin A deficiency for Josh.  So, I met with Ethan's pediatric nutritionist, Trish Murray, and we discussed the many ways we can try sneaking iron into Ethan's diet.  He has some oral sensory issues, as well as visual sensory issues that make it impossible to add anything new into his foods.  However, he has been showing a great deal of interest in the twins baby food.  Trish suggested we take a Tbsp. of the Happy Bellies cereal and mix it with our whole raw milk and have him eat that once a day.  So far it's worked.  He's not all that thrilled about it after the first 2-3 bites, but thankfully a Tbsp. only gives you about 4-5 bites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, for those of you who are looking to either supplement some iron in, or find a good healthy, probitotic enriched, gluten free cereal for your babes...I highly recommend Happy Bellies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-6583525493803217018?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/6583525493803217018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=6583525493803217018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/6583525493803217018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/6583525493803217018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-cerealnot-just-for-babies.html' title='Baby Cereal...Not Just for Babies'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-208827051214215221</id><published>2009-04-08T20:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:49:09.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Envelope Update</title><content type='html'>I had been wondering whether or not the Red Envelope Project had made headlines anywhere, when a friend of mine sent me a link saying it indeed had. Thanks Cheryl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it stands right now, the White House has received over 2.25 million red envelopes, with most of those being received just after the 31st. You can read the article here at &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/http//www.worldnetdaily.com/index.php?fa=PAGE.view&amp;amp;pageId=94142"&gt;World Net Daily&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope it's something that will help to change our Presidents heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-208827051214215221?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/208827051214215221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=208827051214215221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/208827051214215221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/208827051214215221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/04/red-envelope-update.html' title='Red Envelope Update'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-8358039520752892052</id><published>2009-04-01T10:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:00:23.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Time Diapering</title><content type='html'>As some of you know, we've been using cloth diapers for almost a year now.  It was a decision we made prior to our knowledge that we were expecting twins.  We figured that with Josh and Bekah still in diapers, and number 4 on the way, it would save us a lot of money in the long run by making the switch.  Needless to say, we were even happier about our decision when we found out about the twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the diapers we use, &lt;a href="http://www.bumgenius.com/"&gt;bumGenius&lt;/a&gt; come in several colors, we decided it would work out great for the twins since we "color coded" them blue and green.  The diapers come in blue, green, yellow, white and pink, (or whatever fancier names they use).  Bekah uses pink and white, naturally.  In any case, the diapers have worked well in helping others figure out who is who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, it's a little trickier.  In the dark, the blue and green look alike...especially when we are tired.  It has happened, a few times, that we've changed the twins during the night, only to find in the morning that we mixed it up.  Well, Mike took it one step further.  Not only did he put the wrong color, Elijah's green diapers, on Caleb...he put Elijah's green &lt;em&gt;dirty&lt;/em&gt; diaper on Caleb...wipe and all!  Now that's tired!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-8358039520752892052?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/8358039520752892052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=8358039520752892052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/8358039520752892052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/8358039520752892052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/04/night-time-diapering.html' title='Night Time Diapering'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-901779478456337996</id><published>2009-03-30T13:45:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:10:07.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Envelope Day March 31st</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SdEFc92gO-I/AAAAAAAAApI/cxONs6TFE98/s1600-h/DSCN4326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319038630098910178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SdEFc92gO-I/AAAAAAAAApI/cxONs6TFE98/s400/DSCN4326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you have your &lt;a href="http://www.faithandfamilylive.com/blog/red_envelope_brigade/"&gt;Red Envelope &lt;/a&gt;ready? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Focus On The Family as well as many local Catholic communities plan on participating in this event to help show how we feel about some of the decisions our President has made recently with regards to abortion and embryonic stem cell research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can follow the link above or read on for more information on how you can participate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RED ENVELOPE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When: March 31, 2009 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get a red envelope. On the front, address it to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;President Barack Obama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The White House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1600 Pennsylvania Ave NW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Washington , D.C. 20500&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the back, write the following message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This envelope represents one child who died because of an abortion. It is empty because the life that was taken is now unable to be a part of our world. Responsibility begins with conception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will mail the envelopes out March 31st, 2009. Put it in the mail, and send it. Then forward this event to every one of your friends who you think would send one too. I wish we could send 50 million red envelopes, one for every child who died [in the U.S.] before having a chance to live.It may seem that those who believe abortion is wrong are in a minority. It may seem like we have no voice and it's shameful to even bring it up. Let us show our President and the world that the voices of those of us who do not believe abortion is acceptable are not silent and must be heard. Together we can change the heart of The President and save the lives of millions of children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Barack Obama spoke at a Planned Parenthood Action Fund event, uttering the now infamous line, "Well, the first thing I'd do as president is, sign the Freedom of Choice Act. [Applause.] That's the first thing that I'd do." An empty red envelope will send a message to President Barack Obama that there is moral outrage in this country over this issue [The Freedom of Choice Act, which will essentially "undo" every law currently in place to limit abortion in the U.S. (i.e., parental consent laws, parental notification,waiting periods, prohibition of transporting a minor girl across state lines to obtain an abortion, etc.)]. It will be quiet, but clear. Please read more about The Freedom of Choice Act here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifenews.com/nat4359.html"&gt;http://www.lifenews.com/nat4359.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-901779478456337996?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/901779478456337996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=901779478456337996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/901779478456337996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/901779478456337996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/03/red-envelope-day-tomorrow.html' title='Red Envelope Day March 31st'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SdEFc92gO-I/AAAAAAAAApI/cxONs6TFE98/s72-c/DSCN4326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-4897993998398980840</id><published>2009-03-25T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:50:45.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwwww....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/ScqK-vbcf5I/AAAAAAAAApA/yPaudwK73vw/s1600-h/DSCN4285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317215120552394642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/ScqK-vbcf5I/AAAAAAAAApA/yPaudwK73vw/s400/DSCN4285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes it's just soooo sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-4897993998398980840?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/4897993998398980840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=4897993998398980840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4897993998398980840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4897993998398980840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/03/awwwww.html' title='Awwwww....'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/ScqK-vbcf5I/AAAAAAAAApA/yPaudwK73vw/s72-c/DSCN4285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-2825085244697619966</id><published>2009-03-23T14:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:23:19.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Hair Girl...Is This Just the Beginning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/ScfRaD-5K_I/AAAAAAAAAo4/RovBzsAU2wg/s1600-h/DSCN4247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316448130810063858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/ScfRaD-5K_I/AAAAAAAAAo4/RovBzsAU2wg/s400/DSCN4247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As most of you know, Rebekah has had very little to no hair since birth.  The poor thing has been considered one of the boys so many times...regardless of how much pink she is wearing...that it's a good thing she's too little to get a complex!  She has had one hair cut and that was in August of last year.  I'm beginning to think she may be due for another to help tame the "wildness" of her hair.  She reminds me of a certain cousin of hers who started out much the same way.  Emma had about the same  amount, or lack there of, hair that Bekah has.  Lori had a heck of a time trying to get it into the tiniest little whale spout on the top of her head.  Now, look out...that girl has hair!  &lt;a href="http://irishexpedition.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emma&lt;/a&gt; has quite the head of beautiful, thick, curly, out-of-control hair!!  Is this the beginning of the same hair style for Bekah???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/ScfRZxqGDCI/AAAAAAAAAow/D6RY7uXW32g/s1600-h/DSCN4245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316448125890989090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/ScfRZxqGDCI/AAAAAAAAAow/D6RY7uXW32g/s400/DSCN4245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-2825085244697619966?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/2825085244697619966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=2825085244697619966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2825085244697619966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2825085244697619966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/03/crazy-hair-girlis-this-just-beginning.html' title='Crazy Hair Girl...Is This Just the Beginning?'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/ScfRaD-5K_I/AAAAAAAAAo4/RovBzsAU2wg/s72-c/DSCN4247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-5537841497870130430</id><published>2009-03-12T21:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T08:58:17.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update and Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SbmylR6k9HI/AAAAAAAAAoo/9VNCRrCNDRY/s1600-h/DSCN4236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312473588994208882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SbmylR6k9HI/AAAAAAAAAoo/9VNCRrCNDRY/s400/DSCN4236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I believe it was my cousin Lori who called these contraptions "baby salad bars".  They do look a lot like a salad buffet bar minus the cage like feature!  In any case these are a lot bigger than the ones they were in up in the NICU.  All four of our boys have been on the pedi floor of the Elliot.  Ethan was in about 3 years ago for a bacterial infection in his cheek, and Josh was actually there for five days, two years ago this month for his asthma attack.  So this trip was neither our first, (Ethan) nor our scariest (Josh), but still not fun all the same.  One of the only changes is in the Kindergard system they use.  They've tried to improve it, and needless to say have a few kinks to work out.  Now it is so super sensitive that we couldn't even leave the floor to go get the babies chest x-rays without setting the darn thing off.  At least we were reassured the system works by having 4 big burly security men come bolting upstairs each and every time the alarms went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SbmylAh3poI/AAAAAAAAAog/vjYyG3u--m0/s1600-h/DSCN4235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312473584327173762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SbmylAh3poI/AAAAAAAAAog/vjYyG3u--m0/s400/DSCN4235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to come home on Thursday, around lunch time.  As always it's nice to return home, but you always worry about how well it's going to go without the careful eye of the nursing staff watching over them.  Needless to say, poor Eli went downhill Thursday night with a fever of 102.9 that wouldn't respond to Tylenol.  We were on the phone with one of the awesome pediatricians from our pedi office most of the night trying to prevent us from having to go back in to the office.  Sure enough we got his fever to go down after some medi. calculations by the doc, we got some infant Motrin into him and his fever immediately began to drop down.  Along with it his respirations, which was making the doctor nervous.  Eli slept well that night, but has since then still been fighting a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had their checkup on Friday morning to see how their lungs are doing, and it is believed that the flu has passed through their system and that what we are still dealing with is the RSV.  We can continue to see fevers through the weekend, as well as lots and lots of mucous...yummy!  Calebs fevers being really low and Eli's being a little higher around 101.  The boys and I are sleeping downstairs in that little room off the kitchen so we can keep a vaporizer going, and the other kiddos away from them.  We don't want any secondary infections right now, so we can't allow anyone else near them until their fevers subside, and their lungs clear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312473581604240290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Sbmyk2Yq-6I/AAAAAAAAAoY/1gCCCPGkArQ/s400/DSCN4234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are  missing out on Cana Couples tonight, and haven't really had a break from everything for about two weeks now.  I never would have imagined how truly difficult it is to care for 5 sick children, especially when I was sick at the same time.  It has been one of the most difficult things I've had to do so far...even more difficult than breast feeding the twins!  I'm looking forward to spring more than you can imagine...but even more I'm looking forward to cleaning and disinfecting this cesspool of viral bugs to get my house ready for the coming week...we have to some how get back into the swing of things! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-5537841497870130430?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/5537841497870130430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=5537841497870130430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/5537841497870130430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/5537841497870130430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-and-pictures.html' title='Update and Pictures'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SbmylR6k9HI/AAAAAAAAAoo/9VNCRrCNDRY/s72-c/DSCN4236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-413813111495960425</id><published>2009-03-11T14:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:44:22.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pajama Week</title><content type='html'>Okay, so our pajama day which acutally started last Monday, due to the snowstorm we got, has lasted right up until yesterday evening...well unless Mike left the kids in their jammies today...I wouldn't know as I am currently at the hospital with the twins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me back up a few steps...we have all been very sick for about 8 days now.  When I say very, I mean that in different degrees and on diffrerent days.  We've all had fevers varying from the lower 100's all the way up to the 104's.  We've all had coughs and runny noses, typical symptoms of head colds, or upper respiratory infections.  The twins had just finished getting over ear infections, so I figured they were out of the woods...uh...no...foolish mommy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had visited the doctors office on Saturday for Caleb and Joshua as they seemed to be the worst affected by whatever had us.  The doc. said that although Josh had a little fluid in his right ear since the left one was fine, she wouldn't treat him just continue to monitor.  If he still had a fever by Sunday night, Monday morning, then he should be seen again.  Caleb looked fantastic...his ears looked "beautiful", his lungs sounded "clear", it was just another cold that had a hold of him and unless he exhibited any other symptoms come Monday, he would just be monitored as well.  Come Sunday, everthing began to fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there was Joshua.  His fever had definitely come back, and he just wasn't looking or doing well.  I called the docs. and they decided they wanted to see him at 11am the following morning.  So, we checked everyone else's temps. and they were mild, gave medications and got them to bed.  Then I started back up with a horrible fever, (that I thought I had already been rid of as I was feeling a little better...ahhh the calm before the storm), and I have to tell you I thought for sure that I was going to chatter the teeth right out of my head.  I couldn't stop shaking and shivering...for over an hour!  Once it calmed down I went to bed where I began with the night sweats, and then the shivers again.  Finally around 5:30am, I ended up vomiting and calling it quits.  I laid down on the bed and stayed there all day.  Thank goodness my husband stayed home.  He took care of the other kiddos and brought Josh and Ethan to the doctors...where Josh was diagnosed with a double ear infection...hun! Ethan was checked over and given the clean bill of health and we finished up the day with some absolutely delicious homemade chicken soup that my husband made for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was feeling slightly better, (not vomiting anymore), Mike went to work on Tuesday (yesterday) while I maintained the troops at home as best I could.  Caleb started the morning off with a low fever, 100.8 degrees so I gave him some Tylenol as I could tell he just wasn't feeling well.  Both Caleb and Eli have already had slight fevers the week before with cough, and congestion.  The fevers had gone away, but the cough and congestion hadn't.  So, when Caleb's fever started again, I checked Eli's and it was fine.  Exactly 4 hours later, again and again, Caleb's fever continued to rise, to the point where I checked him 2 hours after a Tylenol dose and it had jumped up another degree &lt;em&gt;since&lt;/em&gt; the dose.  I called the docs. explained the whole sordid story...again...and they decided it didn't sound good and wanted to see him at 7:30 last night.  In the meantime, Eli decided to start exhibiting an elevated fever, so by the time we brought them in they both weren't doing well.  Their respiration was very fast, their fevers were moderate and they were moaning.  After checking O2 stats, temps, ear, listening to their chests, and doing a RSV test that came back negative, the doc. decided to admit them to the hospital for overnight evaluation.  Well, thank goodness he did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did a chest x-ray on both of them with some blood work.  We're still waiting on the official results but so far Caleb's x-ray shows possible pneumonia.  Not sure on Eli's.  The doc. that came by this  morning decided to repeat the RSV test and do a Flu test as well and both came back positive.  One of Caleb's ears are infected while the other now shows fluid building up.  Eli's ears appear okay for now.  Caleb is definitely the sicker of the two, but as of now, they are both here at the hospital for another night...at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a trip!  I'm still trying to recover from my, what now looks to be was a case of the flu, while Mike is home trying to help take care of the other three.  Rebekah now has a moderate-high temp with a runny nose...she had it last week too...so we have at least one more to go through.  She's a pretty tough cookie though, I think she'll fight through it okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's where we are at for now.  One of my babes is waking and I need to get him to eat.  I'll post pictures at some point later, but for now just pray that this is the worst of it, and that we will all be home and on the way to health soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-413813111495960425?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/413813111495960425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=413813111495960425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/413813111495960425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/413813111495960425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/03/pajama-week.html' title='Pajama Week'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-6824955801159989509</id><published>2009-03-04T11:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:18:42.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pajama Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Sa6oiDX8MmI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/rpdfElpdJGQ/s1600-h/DSCN4228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309366313691132514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Sa6oiDX8MmI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/rpdfElpdJGQ/s400/DSCN4228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We LOVE Pajama Days!!  For many reasons...the obvious being it's just so comfy to stay in your jammies.  But the other reason is because we are the house of ill right now.  Between fevers, boogie noses (as Josh and Bekah call them), asthma attacks, various bathroom issues, and exhaustion...it's soooo much easier to have on those footy p.j.'s!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Sa6oh5TG6LI/AAAAAAAAAoI/bXJwavHvAuE/s1600-h/DSCN4226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309366310986508466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Sa6oh5TG6LI/AAAAAAAAAoI/bXJwavHvAuE/s400/DSCN4226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, when they are exhausted they will sleep anywhere...except their beds!!  Of course I could as well, but I'd prefer to be in my bed! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Sa6ohOlkz4I/AAAAAAAAAoA/HMsxU50G3lw/s1600-h/DSCN4222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309366299521240962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Sa6ohOlkz4I/AAAAAAAAAoA/HMsxU50G3lw/s400/DSCN4222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-6824955801159989509?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/6824955801159989509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=6824955801159989509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/6824955801159989509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/6824955801159989509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/03/pajama-days.html' title='Pajama Days'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/Sa6oiDX8MmI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/rpdfElpdJGQ/s72-c/DSCN4228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-4917764690858427202</id><published>2009-02-27T11:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:03:07.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Li'l Dragons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For as long as I can remember I've loved martial arts. I have to admit that I don't know much about it, but I find myself mesmerized by the way they can move their bodies to do those seemingly impossible moves. (Especially impossible for those of us who have had a few babies!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I will now have the opportunity to learn a whole lot more...without ever having to throw a punch or do a kick! (Eventually I would love to participate in a program myself, but not until my youngest chitlins are a little bit older!) We decided to sign up Ethan and Joshua for the Li'l Dragons program here in Manchester at Steve White's Manchester Karate Studio. This place came highly recommended to us as one of our babysitters, Nicole, currently attends classes there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To say the boys are excited about this opportunity would be an understatement...just look at their faces. They were so proud to come marching out in their uniforms at the end of their orientation, I could feel my own heart beat with pride...and they hadn't even done anything yet! We look forward to the next year in this program as we watch our little boys become confident, and strong with better focus and coordination in all areas of their lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307519066925646898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SagYeI63RDI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Ma6tbUSirzA/s400/DSCN4205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For anyone who has an Asperger child, this type of program is an excellent way to have them participate in something with other children yet still have the structure and one-on-one time they need to achieve their goals. For some Aspy kids, competitive sports...at this young age...may not work out well as it &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; be difficult for them to adhere to the rules of the game. This is definitely one of Ethan's weaknesses, so instead of exposing him to a sport that relies on team effort to accomplish a goal, we decided to introduce him to an activity where the outcome directly relies on his...and only his...ability to follow direction and improve himself one step at a time. Once he learns some self-control, reaction skills, and respect for himself and others, then he may be ready to take on a group sport if he is interested. So far, I believe he will really enjoy this program...at least for the next year.  As for Joshua...he just loves to do whatever it is his brother is doing and even though he is technically a little young for the class, he showed that he could grasp some of the basic concepts during orientation.  It may take him a little longer, but once he gets it, he should go quite well.  Besides, that kid has a mean kick and a deadly accurate punch...those kick bags won't know what's coming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-4917764690858427202?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/4917764690858427202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=4917764690858427202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4917764690858427202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4917764690858427202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/02/lil-dragons.html' title='Li&apos;l Dragons'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SagYeI63RDI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Ma6tbUSirzA/s72-c/DSCN4205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-2660068442911369332</id><published>2009-02-18T11:56:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:44:32.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rug Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_GiZRmWoJVk&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/_GiZRmWoJVk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It is amazing how much fun can be found in the simple replacement of a rug!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-2660068442911369332?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/2660068442911369332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=2660068442911369332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2660068442911369332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2660068442911369332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/02/rug-race.html' title='The Rug Race'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-2672033177699863800</id><published>2009-02-14T17:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:22:41.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Handful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SZdD2e9YjgI/AAAAAAAAAnw/GnRfdXFYWTY/s1600-h/DSCN4190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SZdD2e9YjgI/AAAAAAAAAnw/GnRfdXFYWTY/s400/DSCN4190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;A moment with their grandkids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-2672033177699863800?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/2672033177699863800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=2672033177699863800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2672033177699863800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2672033177699863800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-handful.html' title='What a Handful!'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SZdD2e9YjgI/AAAAAAAAAnw/GnRfdXFYWTY/s72-c/DSCN4190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-6300773388678059325</id><published>2009-02-11T13:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:29:13.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gluten Free and Growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SZMhDO0th4I/AAAAAAAAAno/_nmukaXswkQ/s1600-h/DSCN4114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301617525747713922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SZMhDO0th4I/AAAAAAAAAno/_nmukaXswkQ/s400/DSCN4114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two are just too cute...don't you think?  Every chance they get...which is pretty often...they reach out to each other and hold hands.  I can't tell you how many pictures I have of them doing this.  It is just so amazing to watch them interact.  They've begun to really notice each other.  When they make eye contact they actually smile and sometimes grunt or coo at each other.  I think I'm beginning to see just how much mischief they will be causing! :)  Developmentally they are right on target if not ahead of the game in most areas.  Considering they were 4 weeks early, we are extremely happy about their progress.  The picture above was recent...within the past week.  The one at the bottom is from last month...see how well they are holding up their holds?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SZMhDB5bZMI/AAAAAAAAAng/Ag_e2V-oEug/s1600-h/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301617522277835970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SZMhDB5bZMI/AAAAAAAAAng/Ag_e2V-oEug/s400/DSC_0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As for how they are growing...amazing.  Here are their stats from their 4 month check up, (yes they are 5 months old now...see previous post!): Caleb is 12 lbs. 12.5 oz and is 24 1/4".  Elijah is 12 lbs. 14 oz and 24 3/4".  WOW!  Some of you may read those stats and think it's not that big of deal, but let me tell you why it is.  First of all they were 4 weeks early so being twins they tend to have some catching up to do.  Having said that, they not only caught up, but have passed their siblings.  At 4 months old Ethan was 11 lbs. 9 oz and 24", Joshua was 11 lbs. 15 oz and 24", and Rebekah (who you can't really compare because she is a girl, but just for FYI) was 11 lbs. 7.8 oz and 23 1/4".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SZMhCxqHWeI/AAAAAAAAAnY/b18zqtcq2M8/s1600-h/DSCN4109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301617517918640610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SZMhCxqHWeI/AAAAAAAAAnY/b18zqtcq2M8/s400/DSCN4109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why are they doing so well?  It's because I'm gluten free!  This is truly the healthiest I've ever been in my entire life.  And I still have a long way to go to continue achieving better health.  But, being gluten free has introduced me and my family to a whole new world of "good for you" foods that we may not have tried had we not been gluten free.  It's made me read labels a little more carefully and eliminate useless ingredients that cause more harm than benefit to our bodies.  Some people, I'm sure, have scoffed at me on more than one occasion for what they've seen in my cabinets and fridge...but as they say...the "proof is in the pudding"!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-6300773388678059325?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/6300773388678059325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=6300773388678059325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/6300773388678059325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/6300773388678059325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/02/gluten-free-and-growing.html' title='Gluten Free and Growing'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SZMhDO0th4I/AAAAAAAAAno/_nmukaXswkQ/s72-c/DSCN4114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-7068873131851330563</id><published>2009-02-08T20:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:27:25.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are They??</title><content type='html'>Howdy all!  Happy New Year!  Yes, we know it's February...but somehow January came and went while we went about trying to get into the swing of this new year.  I'll do my best to be brief, but hey I do have a whole month to catch up on!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case...we are all doing just dandy.  It has been a whole three years since we started our gluten free journey, and yet we feel like we've been doing it our whole lives.  It has become so much a part of us, that I can't imagine ever eating any differently.  Our diet, for the most part, has become even healthier than I thought could be possible.  Even Mike has commented that he never would have pictured himself eating and drinking the things we do.  From gluten free, to casein free, and from gogi berries to amaranth grains, and from multivitamins to DHA fish oils...we are doing our very best to ensure not only the health of our children, but ourselves as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal this year is to try to incorporate more about our gluten free lives than I have in the past.  I think it's important for other families to realize that if (or when) you find yourself having to switch to a gluten free lifestyle, you see that not only can it be done, that it can be done well.  We enjoy what we eat.  As I mentioned it's quite a bit healthier, but gluten free foods have come a long way even since we started three years ago!  We now have restaurants we can eat at, take out food available, and almost every grocery store you walk into now has a gluten free section!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't think you won't get to see some great pictures of the kiddos, as well as some very funny video clips...you should see the stock pile I have!  I know that most people probably click on here just to see the pix of the kids...and why not...they are pretty darn cute if I do say so myself!!  It's more that I want others who visit this blog, who are gluten free, get a sense of security in knowing that others have walked the path they are now on and have survived it.  Trust me, there are far worse foods out there as you know, that people can die from if they eat them...that gluten, to me, is a walk in the park!  As with any kind of change, it can be difficult, scary, and intimidating not knowing where to start or how dedicated to it you have to be...but it's always nice to know someone else who has gone through it, and come out on the other side alright...a little banged up...but alright! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the other issues in our family...Asperger, SI Dysfunction, and Stuttering/Speech Delay and Developmental Delays...I'm sure I'll be getting into more of that to.  It has become so much a part of our lives, that a lot of times I just forget it's even there.  Ethan is Ethan...Aspy or not.  But the roads he has led us down have taught Mike and I some valuable lessons.  We are not the same people we were 6 years ago when we brought that little babe home.  Which can be said for any parents out there.  Our path is just a little different.  I think I've steered away from talking about some of it simply because I didn't want to "deal" with what others would think, or how they would respond.  I've had my fair share of cruel comment posts, and I'll admit it has made me a little gun shy with regards to some of the stuff I'm willing to write.  I'm hoping that now I have a thicker skin and am able to shake off or take on whatever comes my way.  (Something Ethan has taught me.)  Tomorrow is another day...one with a whole new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said all that...now that we have been able to get a whole month of therapy for the boys under our belts, I find our weeks a little more predictable.  I'm hoping to get here to post more pictures and stories of our days about therapy, homeschooling, activities, and the general goofiness and chaos of having 5 children under the age of 6!  Not every day is a great day, but it's still a day that we have together, and I truly can't imagine any other way to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-7068873131851330563?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/7068873131851330563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=7068873131851330563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/7068873131851330563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/7068873131851330563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-are-they.html' title='Where Are They??'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-6095505215504963718</id><published>2008-12-31T16:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:20:11.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Birthday Rebekah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SVvePX2mZ-I/AAAAAAAAAmo/ip1Ja5ZgiKA/s1600-h/DSCN3958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286062943331837922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SVvePX2mZ-I/AAAAAAAAAmo/ip1Ja5ZgiKA/s400/DSCN3958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, she IS royalty in this house. The crown is a present from her older brother. He was very excited to give it to her, as he made it for her on Monday at therapy. He also saw it fit to be the one in charge of keeping it on her head...at all times!&lt;br /&gt;We can't believe our little girl is two years old...technically yesterday...but since we are doing her cake tonight, she got her crown and a post on the blog. She has been practicing her "blowing out the candles" technique over the past few weeks by attempting to blow out our Advent candles each night. We'll see how she does tonight!&lt;br /&gt;In a house FULL of boys, this little girl has managed to live up to her "pretty little thing that no one will mess with" reputation. She is all girly on the outside, but inside she's a fierce bear that when riled, will strike out quite un-girly like...and smile when she's all done.&lt;br /&gt;Having a birthday not only around Christmas time, but just before the New Year is proving to be difficult for us. There really isn't a good time to do any kind of party the way we do for her brothers, so instead we are celebrating with those who dare to venture out tonight to come to our house and bring in the New Year. We couldn't think of a better way to start off 2009 than by celebrating our little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Rekekah! We love you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-6095505215504963718?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/6095505215504963718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=6095505215504963718' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/6095505215504963718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/6095505215504963718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-2nd-birthday-rebekah.html' title='Happy 2nd Birthday Rebekah'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SVvePX2mZ-I/AAAAAAAAAmo/ip1Ja5ZgiKA/s72-c/DSCN3958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-876330026140050384</id><published>2008-12-22T20:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:08:08.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who? and How?</title><content type='html'>Who's that girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AShVsiZ6Kp8&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/AShVsiZ6Kp8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is he doing that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DyuskdEBMeg&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/DyuskdEBMeg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-876330026140050384?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/876330026140050384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=876330026140050384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/876330026140050384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/876330026140050384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-and-how.html' title='Who? and How?'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-1590959828526662344</id><published>2008-12-10T13:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:07:09.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6th Birthday Ethan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SUAER5HQKWI/AAAAAAAAAmA/2vcwx861q-o/s1600-h/DSCN3849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278223468713748834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SUAER5HQKWI/AAAAAAAAAmA/2vcwx861q-o/s400/DSCN3849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to believe that 6 years have come and gone since we brought our first born home.  We couldn't have imagined the journey that tiny little baby would have taken us on.   In some ways it feels like only yesterday, Mike and I we were sitting on our couch staring at his little body, wondering what he would be like, sound like, look like as he got older.  Now, as we see, (and hear) what he has become, we couldn't be prouder or more excited about what is yet to be.  In other ways, we feel like he's been part of our lives for so much longer...how did we live before him? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Ethan.  I know it's a little late here in "blog land".  Mommy was a little behind at party planning, and getting it all together to celebrate for you.  At least you got to enjoy a cake and the company of the people who love you, on your birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love you big guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-1590959828526662344?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/1590959828526662344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=1590959828526662344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/1590959828526662344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/1590959828526662344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-6th-birthday-ethan.html' title='Happy 6th Birthday Ethan!'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SUAER5HQKWI/AAAAAAAAAmA/2vcwx861q-o/s72-c/DSCN3849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-4827961477053641836</id><published>2008-12-05T19:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:17:55.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa...Meet the Ouellettes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/STnDkR6fHeI/AAAAAAAAAcM/v5Qwq1Jqb9U/s1600-h/Santa+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276463466492665314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/STnDkR6fHeI/AAAAAAAAAcM/v5Qwq1Jqb9U/s400/Santa+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Believe it or not...it only took 7 pictures to get this one.  Even Santa was impressed.  Thank goodness for that John Deere wagon...Joshua didn't have to touch Santa at all!  Of course Eli decided it was a great time to yak up his previous meal...but Santa was a good sport!  The Elf said we had the best prop, (the wagon) she's ever had in a photograph.  We weren't thinking of it as a prop so much as a way to keep some of our kiddos contained with minimal screaming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-4827961477053641836?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/4827961477053641836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=4827961477053641836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4827961477053641836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4827961477053641836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/12/santameet-ouellettes.html' title='Santa...Meet the Ouellettes'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/STnDkR6fHeI/AAAAAAAAAcM/v5Qwq1Jqb9U/s72-c/Santa+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-3879796226228978927</id><published>2008-11-28T23:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:06:13.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of Those Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/STC_PlSIj0I/AAAAAAAAAcE/Yyck3mfoZvc/s1600-h/DSCN3796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273925438077964098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/STC_PlSIj0I/AAAAAAAAAcE/Yyck3mfoZvc/s400/DSCN3796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some days, this is exactly how I feel.  I just didn't think the world needed to see my belly.  Ethan's belly is looks soo much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-3879796226228978927?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/3879796226228978927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=3879796226228978927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3879796226228978927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3879796226228978927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-of-those-days.html' title='One Of Those Days'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/STC_PlSIj0I/AAAAAAAAAcE/Yyck3mfoZvc/s72-c/DSCN3796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-2643726281878327820</id><published>2008-11-27T19:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T19:15:13.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanksgiving is a time of quiet reflection...an annual reminder that God has, again, been ever so faithful.  The solid and simple things of life are brought into clear focus."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Charles Swindoll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-2643726281878327820?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/2643726281878327820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=2643726281878327820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2643726281878327820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2643726281878327820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-1868679341842239774</id><published>2008-11-21T12:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:10:04.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SSbqns_IQQI/AAAAAAAAAb8/AieN_RC88tA/s1600-h/DSCN3724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271158381695484162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SSbqns_IQQI/AAAAAAAAAb8/AieN_RC88tA/s400/DSCN3724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the other cutie pie! Just love those smiles. Tell me...do you think they have the same smile?  Do you know who is who? :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-1868679341842239774?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/1868679341842239774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=1868679341842239774' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/1868679341842239774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/1868679341842239774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/11/got-it.html' title='Got It!'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SSbqns_IQQI/AAAAAAAAAb8/AieN_RC88tA/s72-c/DSCN3724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-3044755608491223979</id><published>2008-11-13T22:01:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:09:10.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fab Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SRzqqd_ltsI/AAAAAAAAAas/ckbt4YiQ_KA/s1600-h/Ethan+in+Capris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268343679443384002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SRzqqd_ltsI/AAAAAAAAAas/ckbt4YiQ_KA/s320/Ethan+in+Capris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, it's been awhile since I've given updates on our kiddos...but you try getting near the computer for any length of time with the brood I have!! I'm lucky to use the bathroom during the day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I actually have some moments here and there, so bear with me as I try to get the info. out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ETHAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - We couldn't have given this child a more suitable name. It means strong...and this kiddo is certainly that. He has had a rough go of it lately, but still remains our lovable Ethan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had his GI appt. last week, and we are &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SR2IHqkDZSI/AAAAAAAAAbs/YXYRp6lJYaw/s1600-h/Pirate+Ethan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268516804359316770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SR2IHqkDZSI/AAAAAAAAAbs/YXYRp6lJYaw/s320/Pirate+Ethan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy to report he is again thriving. He weighs in at 34 lbs which keeps him at the 1st% for weight. His height is 40.67" (or 3ft. 4.67in.) which also keeps him in the 1st%. As Dr. Hofley put it..."he's back on his own curve again!" She looks at the overall more than the little gains and since his BMI is in the 22nd% she is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had setbacks though in other areas of his life...mainly the therapeutic ones. Due to many insurance snafus, he hasn't had regular OT since June, nor has he had HIPPO since August. It is showing, and is difficult for everyone in the house right now. It is amazing though how forgiving a soon-to-be 6 year old can be. Every night when I go in to tuck him in, I kiss him and tell him I love him...and he ALWAYS says it back to me. Even on the roughest days. We hope to start up his schooling again as we took the summer and most of the fall off due to the arrival of the dynamic duo, and both he and I are anxious to get things back onto a more predictable schedule. The unpredictability of our days is getting to me as well! I will do more posts on Ethan another time. I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; have 4 other children to talk about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SRzqqmYK98I/AAAAAAAAAa0/1IHfdCyN0xY/s1600-h/Joshua+Apple+Pickin%2701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268343681693972418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SRzqqmYK98I/AAAAAAAAAa0/1IHfdCyN0xY/s320/Joshua+Apple+Pickin%2701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JOSHUA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - My "Trying Three Year Old". I know that moms out there will agree with me...2 year olds are NOTHING compared to 3 year olds. OH MY GOODNESS! This child will be excellent at any profession that involves a strong will, and a charming personality. He is the reason for my gray hairs right now, and I am eternally sorry to my parents for my third year of life! Wow, what a trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had his GI checkup as well, and is continuing to thrive &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SRzrWl4ZlBI/AAAAAAAAAbM/bLKvsAqunAM/s1600-h/Joshua+Apple+Pickin%2702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268344437474956306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SRzrWl4ZlBI/AAAAAAAAAbM/bLKvsAqunAM/s320/Joshua+Apple+Pickin%2702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;quite nicely. Unlike his brother though, he is gaining in leaps and bounds. He weighs in at 27 lbs which places him in the 5th%. His height is still in the 1st% at 34.76 " (2 ft. 10 3/4 in.) Unlike his brother his BMI is at a whopping 55%! Needless to say, his visits with the GI may soon be a thing of the past. Dr. Hofley has placed both boys on a 3 month checkup instead of every 6 weeks, so we will see how things go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have also had some surprising, (not-so-surprising) news about Joshua. I may have mentioned back in the spring that he was receiving Early Intervention for a speech delay and that he was continuing on with HIPPO after he became 3 years old to help him along. Well, we had him further evaluated by Easter Seals for Sensory Integration Dysfunction, and he now needs to have at least an hour of OT a week like his brother. Because of the very same insurance snafus mentioned above, Joshua hasn't had his regular HIPPO therapy since August, and it is showing with him as well. He had been making excellent progress, and now has regressed a bit. We're looking forward to January 1st when our insurance starts all over again! In the meantime we've been doing research and filling out more applications to see about getting some financial assistance to help out when this happens again next year! The good news is that his Pediatric Neurologist feels that with therapy, Joshua will be able to catch up and learn what is needed to lead a typical child's life. (whatever that is! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SRzqq9I5v1I/AAAAAAAAAa8/wV-trE_QUfQ/s1600-h/Rebekah+Apple+Pickin%2701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268343687803944786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SRzqq9I5v1I/AAAAAAAAAa8/wV-trE_QUfQ/s320/Rebekah+Apple+Pickin%2701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;REBEKAH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Ahh, little Miss Rebekah...she is everything a little girl should be...and Mike and I are glad she is in the middle of all these boys. Not that she will need the protection from them, but that it will hopefully keep her from becoming tooooo girly! I was a tom boy myself...and didn't have any brothers...so we'll just have to wait and see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She will be 2 years old next month, so I don't have any updates on her right now. Besides, she is the healthiest one in the house...in both her general health and her development, so there wouldn't be much to write about in those regards. However, she is my daughter, and we never have a shortage of the ma&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SRzrXDGEX2I/AAAAAAAAAbU/6b-oILI57rw/s1600-h/Rebekah+Apple+Pickin%2702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268344445316915042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SRzrXDGEX2I/AAAAAAAAAbU/6b-oILI57rw/s320/Rebekah+Apple+Pickin%2702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ny things that are Rebekah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precocious doesn't begin to describe my little darling...(as you can see from the picture on the right). She is full of "it" and she knows it. She will not only keep her brothers in line, she will out do them in any thing they try. Most people say to us..."oh the poor little thing, stuck in the middle of all those boys!" I say, "oh those poor boys...on either end of THAT little girl!" The stories we have to tell, and she hasn't even hit her second birthday. I'm not afraid to tell you that I'm a little apprehensive about her turning 3...yipes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268575649098431890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SR29o4TI_ZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/5yYI5LHw3w8/s400/DSCN3679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CALEB AND ELIJAH -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mike and I still find ourselves staring at them in awe of their presence. We even joked about having twins when we first got married. We agreed we wanted a big family, but by that we meant 3 &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; 4 children. We then said that we would decide to have the 4th child only to find out that we were instead having twins...who knew we'd be right?? Very bizarre. In any case, it still catches me whenever I say that I am the mother of 5 children. In fact, I had a good friend remind me the other day, that I am actually the mother of 6...with my Michaela up in heaven. It is amazing how God blesses us...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In any case...these two are now 2 months old. My how time goes by when you are so very sleep deprived. I have never, in my 33 years of life...including my college years...have experienced such sleep deprivation. It is amazing that I'm able to type this out and have it sound (mostly) coherent! Thank goodness for spellcheck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for the boys, they had their two month checkup and are growing quite nicely. Caleb is 9 lbs. 3.5 ozs. and Elijah is 9 lbs. 12 ozs. They are even on the charts, with Caleb in the 5th% and Elijah in the 10th%! WOW! Developmentally they are right on track, and unless you know they were born prematurely, you wouldn't know it looking at them. We were very happy with their checkup. It's so great to hear that all of these sleepless nights, and non-stop breast feeding days are paying off. I try not to think about future sleepless nights and the solid food filled days...just one sleepless night at a time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-3044755608491223979?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/3044755608491223979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=3044755608491223979' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3044755608491223979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3044755608491223979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/11/fab-five.html' title='The Fab Five'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SRzqqd_ltsI/AAAAAAAAAas/ckbt4YiQ_KA/s72-c/Ethan+in+Capris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-4822957269734635160</id><published>2008-11-13T08:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:28:31.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SRwrK7vCHeI/AAAAAAAAAZo/nulVUMIwRIo/s1600-h/DSCN3691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268133130950286818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SRwrK7vCHeI/AAAAAAAAAZo/nulVUMIwRIo/s400/DSCN3691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't that beautiful?  It only took 9 pictures too!  Now, if I can just get his brother to cooperate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-4822957269734635160?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/4822957269734635160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=4822957269734635160' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4822957269734635160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4822957269734635160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-smile.html' title='What a Smile!'/><author><name>Michael and 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href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/5633366385897061499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=5633366385897061499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/5633366385897061499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/5633366385897061499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/10/snuggly-twins.html' title='Snuggly Twins'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-5665336999321569358</id><published>2008-10-08T16:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:33:06.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Babies...One Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, how does one mommy carry two crying, needy babies??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the help of a Moby of course!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254882844599454354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SO0YGwilCpI/AAAAAAAAAZM/7z3RVZCKqWg/s400/DSCN3492.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I had purchased the Moby wrap when I had Rebekah and remembered that there were directions on how to wrap it and carry twins.  At the time, I was using it just to carry Rebekah around and never considered that I would be using it to carry my own twins!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-5665336999321569358?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/5665336999321569358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=5665336999321569358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/5665336999321569358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/5665336999321569358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-babiesone-mommy.html' title='Two Babies...One Mommy'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SO0YGwilCpI/AAAAAAAAAZM/7z3RVZCKqWg/s72-c/DSCN3492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-621034012778437131</id><published>2008-09-26T11:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:36:04.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired?</title><content type='html'>As you can only imagine...the answer is YES! It's funny how it's one of the first questions that people ask following the question of how the twins are doing..."are you getting any sleep?". How does one answer that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As any new parent, (whether it's your first, second, or fifth child), can attest to, being tired is just a matter of course when you have a new baby in the home. Never did I imagine just HOW tired parents of twins would be. If either one of us stops for longer than 5 minutes, we will be asleep. I have never been like this. I used to be amazed at how Mike could fall asleep so easily. Just sit down, close your eyes, and before you know it...sound asleep. For me, it's always been a process...tough to wind down long enough to actually get any restful sleep. Now, no problem! If my body is at rest for any amount of time, I'm asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we are getting some sleep...usually a 3 hour stretch at some point at night, followed by another 2 to 2 1/2 hour stretch after the 3 am feeding...obviously it's not enough, but it's amazing how psyched we are when we wake up to find we have been out for 3 hours!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's only a matter of time before we find ourselves having longer stretches of sleep. This period in our lives is really a very short one...but it has become even more obvious to us just how much sleep we &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; getting when we thought that wasn't enough. Besides, it's all worth it when we look down at those two little miracles to see this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250353759557083650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SN0A7T-JYgI/AAAAAAAAAZE/C-Lt9qmUrFs/s400/DSCN3477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aren't they sweet?  A little brotherly love from Big Brother Caleb, to his Little Brother Elijah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-621034012778437131?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/621034012778437131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=621034012778437131' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/621034012778437131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/621034012778437131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/09/tired.html' title='Tired?'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SN0A7T-JYgI/AAAAAAAAAZE/C-Lt9qmUrFs/s72-c/DSCN3477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-7177241352513861334</id><published>2008-09-19T10:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:25:26.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more pictures</title><content type='html'>here are a few more pix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have more to convert so give me a few.&lt;br /&gt;let me kow how they load - kinda big.&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;br /&gt;.mike&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SNO2ByMAc_I/AAAAAAAAAYc/bGEj1C53EH4/s1600-h/DSCN3393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247738132585018354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SNO2ByMAc_I/AAAAAAAAAYc/bGEj1C53EH4/s200/DSCN3393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SNO2CALUKdI/AAAAAAAAAYk/sGw0UbVh7fo/s1600-h/DSCN3394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247738136340212178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SNO2CALUKdI/AAAAAAAAAYk/sGw0UbVh7fo/s200/DSCN3394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SNO2Ctd_6II/AAAAAAAAAYs/PcOd11iVC-4/s1600-h/DSCN3398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247738148498172034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SNO2Ctd_6II/AAAAAAAAAYs/PcOd11iVC-4/s200/DSCN3398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SNO2C8O29sI/AAAAAAAAAY0/82F-IYhWU90/s1600-h/DSCN3408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247738152461203138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SNO2C8O29sI/AAAAAAAAAY0/82F-IYhWU90/s200/DSCN3408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SNO2DNmjFMI/AAAAAAAAAY8/baHqqpP46oY/s1600-h/DSCN3409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247738157123966146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SNO2DNmjFMI/AAAAAAAAAY8/baHqqpP46oY/s200/DSCN3409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SNO0A0RC0sI/AAAAAAAAAYU/AnXMwPQ7uTw/s1600-h/DSCN3386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247735916939891394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SNO0A0RC0sI/AAAAAAAAAYU/AnXMwPQ7uTw/s200/DSCN3386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SNOzrvCNiKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/3tvou9zB6tc/s1600-h/DSCN3384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247735554758248610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SNOzrvCNiKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/3tvou9zB6tc/s200/DSCN3384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-7177241352513861334?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/7177241352513861334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=7177241352513861334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/7177241352513861334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/7177241352513861334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-pictures.html' title='more pictures'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SNO2ByMAc_I/AAAAAAAAAYc/bGEj1C53EH4/s72-c/DSCN3393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-5733682632536364917</id><published>2008-09-14T12:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:55:00.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>little update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SM1Bsn-9pLI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Ut4aM_c9yn0/s1600-h/DSCN3378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245921375859614898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SM1Bsn-9pLI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Ut4aM_c9yn0/s200/DSCN3378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mike here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a crazy first 4 days for caled and elijah. after a sucessful extraction and a few hours with us they had to head on up to the nicu due to some respiratory issues. nothing out of the ordinary just 36 week premi (is that how you spell it) issue. after that cleared up they started with the blood sugar isuue, the body temp, now it's jaundice and weight gain. it's funny how one is resolved and the next pops up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are doing well though the IV's have been removed and the glucose tests have stopped. now it is weight gain and jaundice. which looks like it is moving in the right direction as of late. so that is where we stand right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle is doing well. after a tought night the boys are back on track with eating and michelle is feeling better. jeez i though we were tired with 3! holy cow! me thinks i have coffe for blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to try and post a few pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more updates as time permits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and thanks to everyone who has baby sat, visiterd called, prayers and even some of that irish canadian luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we could not have done/do it without all your help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onto some pix!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-5733682632536364917?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/5733682632536364917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=5733682632536364917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/5733682632536364917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/5733682632536364917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-update.html' title='little update'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SM1Bsn-9pLI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Ut4aM_c9yn0/s72-c/DSCN3378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-2351905648332864496</id><published>2008-09-08T12:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:24:12.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we get sooo caught up in a I-didn't-accomplish-anything-today frame of mind, that we don't take into account the everyday accomplishments.  Sometimes a part of motherhood, is just making it through the day, ending it with a much needed "good night I love you" to your children as you whisk them off to bed so you can enjoy an hour of peace and quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap, but by the seeds you plant."&lt;br /&gt;- Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of helps those of us Type A personalities keep it all in perspective!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-2351905648332864496?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/2351905648332864496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=2351905648332864496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2351905648332864496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2351905648332864496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought...'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-4728430000788502546</id><published>2008-08-29T10:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:10:15.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few pictures of the boys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SLgCxN1NLjI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Hgt8ReEkmBo/s1600-h/DSCN3316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239941210995240498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SLgCxN1NLjI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Hgt8ReEkmBo/s200/DSCN3316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...horsing around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SLgCxfT1ANI/AAAAAAAAAXs/VJa3uZ7H9zw/s1600-h/DSCN3326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239941215687082194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SLgCxfT1ANI/AAAAAAAAAXs/VJa3uZ7H9zw/s200/DSCN3326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...pirating the house...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SLgCxpkt2dI/AAAAAAAAAX0/DDETgpnESmM/s1600-h/DSCN3330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239941218442271186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SLgCxpkt2dI/AAAAAAAAAX0/DDETgpnESmM/s200/DSCN3330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and in general "driving" me crazy! (see the slippers haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-4728430000788502546?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/4728430000788502546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=4728430000788502546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4728430000788502546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4728430000788502546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-few-pictures-of-boys.html' title='Just a few pictures of the boys...'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SLgCxN1NLjI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Hgt8ReEkmBo/s72-c/DSCN3316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-2019391478467550781</id><published>2008-08-23T19:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T19:49:22.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Twin Updates</title><content type='html'>Since I'm seeing all of these doctors so often, I'm able to have constant updates on their growth and my progress toward "Double D Day"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The specialist, Dr. Johnson, is a perinatologist and he deals with high risk pregnancy's.  Since there was a slight concern regarding the weight difference between the twins, (a 1/2 lb.), the docs decided it was in our best interest for Dr. Johnson to take a look at things.  His ultrasound room is really cool...from the comfy recliner bed, to the 30" HD screen on the wall so that I could really see everything they were seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twin A is VERY low in the uterus but vertex (head down) and weighs in at around 4 lb. 5 oz.  He has a head of hair, (yes we could really see it), and likes to have his feet wrapped up around the head of his brother.  Twin B is quite the opposite and is VERY high in the uterus, still breech with his head and body almost transverse but not quite.  He weighs in at 4 lb. 13 oz, also has a head of hair and likes to kneel on his brother's head.  They refused to look at the "camera", so we couldn't get any good pictures to show you...stubborn little guys.  It's safe to say they have already run out of room!  AND, they are only going to continue to get bigger.  That's right...I have 9 lbs. 2 ozs. of baby in there already and they are only going to get bigger.  Let's recap the size of my other kiddos...shall we?  Ethan: 7lb. 1 oz...3 days early; Joshua 6 lb. 11oz...2 weeks early; Rebekah 7lb. 4oz...2 weeks early!!!  I'm not quite sure where I'm going to put these babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, even though they are still about 1/2 lb. different, they are both growing well and staying on their own curve...so at this time no worries with regards to their health.  The biggest dilemma right now, is delivery.  If they stay the way they are by the the time I have my next ultrasound at 36 weeks, I will have to schedule a c-section for 39 weeks.  If I go into labor before then, (please, please, please), then they will do one more ultrasound to determine again where the babies are, and if they aren't BOTH vertex, then they will do a c-section.  Only if both babies are vertex will they allow me to do a VBAC.  Again, completely out of my hands...not something this type A personality can deal well with...but I know that there is a plan and God will make sure that things turn out the way they are supposed to.  (Ask me again tomorrow and I may not be as optimistic and faith filled, but I can blame it on the hormones which are raging out of control on an hourly basis...just ask my poor husband!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other fun thing I get to do are non-stress tests, NST's, twice a week!!  Every Tuesday night and Friday afternoon I have to get hooked up to the monitors so they can evaluate how my placenta is holding up to the nutrient exchange and demand from the babies.  It's not too bad, as I get to lay back and relax for an hour, it's just trying to find that hour where I could get away to do it.  As long as the test results are "reactive", we know that my placenta is holding together well.  Reactive means, the babies are moving at least 2 times every 20 minutes, and with that movement their heartbeats go up about 15 beats and hold for at least 20 seconds, before coming back down to a resting beat.  If the test is "non-reactive", then they will repeat the test the next day, and if the results are the same, then they would determine whether the babies need to be delivered ASAP to keep them healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew there was so much to think about with twins?  Just when I thought I had gestation and delivery down pat, my body decides to throw in this interesting twist, you know, to keep me guessing.  One thing I know for sure, Mike and I are getting more an more excited to meet these little guys.  We can't wait to lay them side-by-side, stare into their little faces, smile and say hi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-2019391478467550781?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/2019391478467550781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=2019391478467550781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2019391478467550781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2019391478467550781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-twin-updates.html' title='More Twin Updates'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-2655829669949457650</id><published>2008-08-19T15:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:58:44.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Children are comforted when they're held in their parents' arms.  Hugs help sparkle up a day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                            &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Gary Smalley and John Trent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-2655829669949457650?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/2655829669949457650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=2655829669949457650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2655829669949457650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2655829669949457650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-quote.html' title='Just a Quote'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-4679171284402973218</id><published>2008-08-15T21:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:17:17.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twin Update</title><content type='html'>No startling news...just an update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to visit the docs every week now, and at every appt. undergo a non-stress test.  For those of you who don't know what that is...I basically sit upright in a bed or chair for anywhere from 20 -45 minutes with two heartbeat monitors as well as another device that monitors contractions,  attached to my belly.  For me, it's actually quite relaxing as I have to sit still and relax for a set period of time.  For the twins, they take the invasion of there ever decreasing space personally and bring forth an onslaught of punches, kicks and movements unlike those they do on a regular basis.  So much to the point that one of them ended up with the hiccups towards the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I were in stitches, (which kind of ruins the whole "non-stress test" part of the test) because you can actually hear them beating on the monitors along with their heartbeats and hiccups.  It really felt great to hear them and laugh over the fact that we really do have two little incredibly active, healthy babies in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results of the test basically told us that I'm experiencing numerous braxton-hicks, and that the babies are dealing with that tightening just fine.  Due to the lack of space, I have to be monitored to make sure that both babies can handle what my body is about to do to them when I go into labor.  Sometimes one baby won't be able to deal with the contractions due to placement in the womb.  Which is why we meet with the perinatologist at Dartmouth Hitchcock next Wednesday.  He will do a more specialized ultrasound to determine size, placement and my ability to deliver them...which still remains undecided. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been able to discuss, quite openly with the midwives what our wishes are, knowing ultimately we will do what is necessary to help these babies come into the world safely.  It is more a matter of trusting the will of God, as well as the experience of our incredible midwives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate goal...aside from getting week to week, we'd like to make it to September 2nd as that will put me at 35 weeks.  At that point, any signs of labor will be allowed to progress how is seen fit at that time.  The average delivery for twins is 36.3 weeks...which would be around the weekend of September 12-14.  I am currently 32.3 weeks, but measuring at exactly 38 weeks...about 6 weeks ahead.  Most twins measure about a month ahead, so we're growing well.  Having said that, I've only gained 35 lbs.,  but both the docs and the midwives are happy with that weight gain as the babies, so far, have achieved their appropriate weight gains for their gestational age.  So, we will continue to eat, rest and prepare as best we can.  Please pray for our little guys, as well as the rest of our kiddos because things are about to change like we've never imagined...and we can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-4679171284402973218?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/4679171284402973218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=4679171284402973218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4679171284402973218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4679171284402973218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/08/twin-update.html' title='Twin Update'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-6074160922384154945</id><published>2008-08-06T08:11:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:45:48.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crafty Side...Thanks Gram!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SJmY8ONtfdI/AAAAAAAAAXc/eJlpgOAR5wk/s1600-h/DSCN1719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231380602542718418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SJmY8ONtfdI/AAAAAAAAAXc/eJlpgOAR5wk/s320/DSCN1719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was in high school, my grandmother moved in with us. It was a little crowded to say the least, and it always felt like we had two mothers yelling at us to do different things. At the same time, it was nice to have her there because she would teach us how to do all sorts of really great things that only grandmothers can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she moved in, when we'd visit her, we'd learn how to do just about anything that had to do with crafts or cooking/baking...as well as numerous types of games, (just ask Mike about how "good" she was at card games...hehehe) So, when she lived with us, we were able to continue doing a lot of the same things. I can't begin to go into how much she taught me with regards to cooking, baking, and ya...card games, but I did want to share with you a craft she taught me, that to this day I try to do as often as possible so as to teach my daughter how to do it. It's called crocheting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother would never let me forget how very difficult it was for her to learn how to do it, every time I would complain that I just couldn't get it right. See, she was left handed...despite how many times the nuns would rap her knuckles whenever she tried to write lefty! The person who taught her how to crochet was not only right handed...it was her &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; hand. That's right. This lady would crochet the most magnificent blankets and clothes with only her right hand and her left elbow...(she had lost her left hand up to the elbow when she was a child).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with this added guilt, (remember I was a "know-it-all" teenager) I did my very best to learn this crafty skill.  She tried to teach me how to "read" the patterns, but because I'm more of a hands-on-learner, it was easier for her to show me how to do a stitch and then learn the names for them as I went along.  It wasn't until recently, as a matter of fact, that I taught myself how to read patterns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never gone on so far as to say that I'm an excellent crocheter, as the patterns I pick out are generally the easier ones.  I think that's mostly due to lack of time to work on them.  I need something that I can sit down and do without much thought.  So, about 6 years ago, I found a very simple pattern for a baby blanket, and kind of tweaked it to make it my own...something else she taught me how to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had decided that for each of my children I would make them a lovey blanket that would be their own.  (Scars from my childhood blanky being passed down to the next sibling pushed me on with the gestation of each child, sorry Mom!)  So, when we learned we were expecting twins, I knew my time would limited trying to make two of these lovey blankets before they were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I succeeded, and completed Caleb and Elijah's blankets this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SJmVmYQarII/AAAAAAAAAXM/-HrcSlKt6XI/s1600-h/DSCN3307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231376928746417282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SJmVmYQarII/AAAAAAAAAXM/-HrcSlKt6XI/s400/DSCN3307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (L to R: Ethan's, Joshua's, and Rebekah's lovey blankets)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SJmVmpPZkEI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Y-8TFOd2boY/s1600-h/DSCN3308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231376933305552962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SJmVmpPZkEI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Y-8TFOd2boY/s400/DSCN3308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(L to R: Caleb and Elijah's lovey blankets)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thanks Gram for teaching me this awesome skill.  It's something I've been able to use from the day you taught me to not only find a wonderful way to show my love to my children, but to hold on to a cherished memory from time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-6074160922384154945?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/6074160922384154945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=6074160922384154945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/6074160922384154945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/6074160922384154945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-crafty-sidethanks-gram.html' title='My Crafty Side...Thanks Gram!'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SJmY8ONtfdI/AAAAAAAAAXc/eJlpgOAR5wk/s72-c/DSCN1719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-3222011408001875066</id><published>2008-08-05T05:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T06:03:20.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Her First Haircut</title><content type='html'>Hair? She doesn't have any hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we know. However, when you run your fingers through that extreme lack of hair, you would have found that what she did have was actually quite long, fine and kind of ashy brown in color...so it's hard to tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I was getting my haircut though, we figured it would be a great time to have her introduced to the scissors and comb. We've been doing the boys haircuts at home for quite sometime...they both had their first haircuts BEFORE they were even a year old! So, I'm sure we'll do the same for the twins. But, I had decided a while ago that I wasn't going to try and touch Bekah's hair...at least not yet. Besides, maybe the trim will help encourage it to grow in a little more! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did great. How could she not? With a huge mirror in front of her, and both myself and the hairdresser paying all of our attention to just her, really, how could she not find it enjoyable. It only took 19 months for us to get her first haircut, but it actually does look a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; different!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230971800297832210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SJglIzLWfxI/AAAAAAAAAXE/S4R-n9FcuFo/s320/DSCN3287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-3222011408001875066?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/3222011408001875066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=3222011408001875066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3222011408001875066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/3222011408001875066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/08/her-first-haircut.html' title='Her First Haircut'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SJglIzLWfxI/AAAAAAAAAXE/S4R-n9FcuFo/s72-c/DSCN3287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-2980576541391627370</id><published>2008-08-01T08:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:01:04.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HIPPO Therapy</title><content type='html'>On July 11th we began the boys on a new therapy called HIPPO therapy. No, it doesn't involve hippopotamus', although that would be pretty cool too, it is a type of speech and/or occupational therapy that is done on horseback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toward the end of Joshua's early intervention therapy his therapist, Jenn, recommended HIPPO therapy as a form of treatment that she felt would not only help strengthen Joshua's core, but also help his speech develop clearly. She also felt it would be great for Ethan as well...having been around him with Joshua's home therapy, and knowing that children with Asperger really do well with this kind of therapy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we did an evaluation through &lt;a href="http://www.nhhorsetalk.com/"&gt;HorseTalk Hippotherapy &lt;/a&gt;with Toby Freeman, in Bedford.  She does in-office speech therapy at her Bedford office, but the actual HIPPO therapy is done in Bow, NH at an indoor arena that she rents specifically for this therapy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys absolutely LOVE it!  It's amazing to see how different they are on the horse.  For Josh, it slows him down, and I can clearly hear him see, "Hi Mama, I ride the horse!" every single time he goes by me.  For Ethan, he has finally been able to identify smells.  For the first time, while on the horse, he said the words, "I don't like that, it stinks!", when they were trying to get him to blow a bubble with that really smelly goo-on-a-stick stuff.  Then, this past Saturday he commented on the smell of the pancakes that Mike made for breakfast by going into the kitchen and saying, "Mmmm, that smells good daddy!".  He even commented on the stink he makes in the bathroom now...again, he's never commented on any smells...ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, they enjoy their half hour on the horse...pictured below are the boys riding Summer...a beautiful horse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229524553749069106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SJMA39plfTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/1UHL_pUEXE8/s400/DSCN3265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joshua with Miss. Toby his speech therapist, riding Summer the Horse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229524549326880866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SJMA3tLQQGI/AAAAAAAAAW0/zQy2x5W7HTQ/s400/DSCN3258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ethan with Miss Toby, his speech therapist, also riding Summer the horse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-2980576541391627370?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/2980576541391627370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=2980576541391627370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2980576541391627370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2980576541391627370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/08/hippo-therapy.html' title='HIPPO Therapy'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SJMA39plfTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/1UHL_pUEXE8/s72-c/DSCN3265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-4134564963687694525</id><published>2008-07-25T13:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:21:25.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh....High School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SIoHZP6-ikI/AAAAAAAAAWk/OnWuukPYS2s/s1600-h/HS+Friends+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226998447868906050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SIoHZP6-ikI/AAAAAAAAAWk/OnWuukPYS2s/s400/HS+Friends+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The good ol' days...hehehehe....yup, it's embarrassing to look back at how we dressed, wore our hair, acted, etc....but it can also be a wonderful trip down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's what I did last night. I met with these four ladies last night to not only discuss the plans for our high school reunion (finally...sorry class of '93), but to hang out with some great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our school was incredibly small...our graduating class...according to the picture I found...was 33 people. One of whom was a foreign exchange student named Soren...do you guys remember him?? Ya, I found a few other people in the picture that we need to track down as well. Fifteen years may not seem like a really long time ago...and even though there weren't a lot of us...we had a tough time trying to come up with all of the names last night. I think we hit 26 of them...which isn't too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We hope to find them all so we can see everyone and catch up. Some of the classmates had been going to school together since first grade...while several of us, me included, were "add-ins" along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, here's to the Class of '93...I hope we can find all of you so we can open up our time capsule and see how far we've all come over the last 15 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the way ladies....I found "The Contract"...hehehe :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SIoHZTE4PKI/AAAAAAAAAWs/JIiepaxzvLw/s1600-h/HS+Friends.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226998448715742370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SIoHZTE4PKI/AAAAAAAAAWs/JIiepaxzvLw/s400/HS+Friends.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(L to R: Me, Cammie, Cary (the tall one), Amanda and Tammi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-4134564963687694525?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/4134564963687694525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=4134564963687694525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4134564963687694525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/4134564963687694525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/07/ahhhhhigh-school.html' title='Ahhhh....High School'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SIoHZP6-ikI/AAAAAAAAAWk/OnWuukPYS2s/s72-c/HS+Friends+02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-5316750367856430441</id><published>2008-07-22T19:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:38:44.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...we let Bekah sleep &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; her Big Girl Bed for the first time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225985940198855346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SIZuhi69ErI/AAAAAAAAAWc/pz1CQ_eNru4/s400/DSCN3250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...obviously she decided that &lt;em&gt;under&lt;/em&gt; her bed would be more comfortable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Sound like someone else we know?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-5316750367856430441?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/5316750367856430441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=5316750367856430441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/5316750367856430441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/5316750367856430441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-night.html' title='Last Night...'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SIZuhi69ErI/AAAAAAAAAWc/pz1CQ_eNru4/s72-c/DSCN3250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-2555620549559349432</id><published>2008-07-21T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:20:49.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Sets In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SITvg2BZwBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/VwuMtVOLaVo/s1600-h/DSCN3241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225564815192866834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SITvg2BZwBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/VwuMtVOLaVo/s400/DSCN3241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Need I say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-2555620549559349432?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/2555620549559349432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=2555620549559349432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2555620549559349432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/2555620549559349432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/07/reality-sets-in.html' title='Reality Sets In'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OwK5Y0uFe6U/SITvg2BZwBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/VwuMtVOLaVo/s72-c/DSCN3241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22039860.post-633376938588460022</id><published>2008-07-14T20:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:31:04.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ian!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As some of you know, Mike's brother Dan and his family have moved to Ireland.  Our nephew Ian is celebrating his birthday today in Ireland.  In order for his cousins to wish him a Happy Birthday, we thought it would be cute to post it on our blog as we know they can check it out whenever they want to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, Happy Birthday Ian!  We love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From: Ethan, Joshua, Rebekah, Uncle Mike, Auntie Michelle and the Twins!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9bc059f308c6169" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D09bc059f308c6169%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330255551%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14E70F6BF0346A872216921087593703A5E1F7FD.160D5E5A627827A3BF3B36AE760203EDA6943EDA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9bc059f308c6169%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBaY0XMaheCYmaBZLSKLMkGuVs1g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D09bc059f308c6169%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330255551%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14E70F6BF0346A872216921087593703A5E1F7FD.160D5E5A627827A3BF3B36AE760203EDA6943EDA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9bc059f308c6169%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBaY0XMaheCYmaBZLSKLMkGuVs1g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22039860-633376938588460022?l=4moose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9bc059f308c6169&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/feeds/633376938588460022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22039860&amp;postID=633376938588460022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/633376938588460022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22039860/posts/default/633376938588460022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4moose.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-ian.html' title='Happy Birthday Ian!'/><author><name>Michael and Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16770559654447780046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
