<?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-6089359587817541524</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:50:58.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Little Truths...Surprise!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jace N Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337640974084388020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaS_e8s4uVk/SYcRbEjlp0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/i5FxvumUiTE/S220/expression.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089359587817541524.post-1969453147718301595</id><published>2009-02-20T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:04:47.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What life is made of</title><content type='html'>I buckled the car seat to the car, but didn't buckle my son in. When I got home, I realized he was really quiet. I turned around and giggled at the sight I saw. Grabbing my phone, I turned on the camera button and caught him in the act of sleeping on his tummy in his car seat... :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***photos coming soon***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089359587817541524-1969453147718301595?l=fosterfam07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/feeds/1969453147718301595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089359587817541524&amp;postID=1969453147718301595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default/1969453147718301595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default/1969453147718301595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-life-is-made-of.html' title='What life is made of'/><author><name>Jace N Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337640974084388020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaS_e8s4uVk/SYcRbEjlp0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/i5FxvumUiTE/S220/expression.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089359587817541524.post-4098419935465216039</id><published>2009-02-08T15:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:38:35.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever been through one of these??</title><content type='html'>*Your husband and you try to start a family, only to lose that first opportunity. Then, while attending a baptism, you stand in the back behind all the other attendees and see another family's little baby sleeping in mommy's arms, or smiling up at daddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You are having a great day, but as you end your day in the shower, a sudden onslaught of tears mingle with the water on the way down to the drain, kinda where you feel your life is also suddenly going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You wake your baby up from naptime but spits up all over you instead. Then, as you feel like breaking down and giving up, you look into those innocent eyes and watch the chubby cheeks spread apart in a huge, Heaven-sent smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You put every effort and and ounce of strength into a huge, lifelong commitment that, one day, re-molds your life, your world, your visions of the future...your memories of a treasured past...into one...tiny...three-letter word...LIE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You often hear the phrase, "When the going gets tough, the tough get going," and wish you coulda punched that person out for ever coining it, dryly commenting it shoulda been, "When the going gets tough, it's time for an ice cream break!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You sit in church with your parents and siblings and realize that no one around you - save a very few select people - know what's going on in your life, and you wonder which is correct: to let them continue believing in what you now know has been a lie, or tell them the truth in worries that they'll criticize your decision or make snide remarks behind your back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You sing a song in church or off the radio and wonder just when you'll be able to handle saying those words again without crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You stare off into space, pondering the scriptures about hope, endurance, and faith, but you can't quite figure out what to do: continue on the path you've chosen in hopes you're making the right choice, or give ANOTHER chance in hopes that it's the truth...THIS time around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You write in your journal and tell yourself, "Yes, times MUST have been easier back in the old days"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You watch a movie, and it shocks you how many times you find the characters and storyline as something similar to your past/present...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You watch that same movie again, and it shocks you how you react so differently when out of love compared to the time you watched in before you fell in love and then once you were in love...or was that ever love to begin with?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You write a blog and shake your head at why you're revealing your deepest, darkest secrets in a not-so-secret way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089359587817541524-4098419935465216039?l=fosterfam07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/feeds/4098419935465216039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089359587817541524&amp;postID=4098419935465216039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default/4098419935465216039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default/4098419935465216039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/2009/02/ever-been-through-one-of-these.html' title='Ever been through one of these??'/><author><name>Jace N Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337640974084388020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaS_e8s4uVk/SYcRbEjlp0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/i5FxvumUiTE/S220/expression.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089359587817541524.post-1405388176146798991</id><published>2009-02-02T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T07:25:08.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicky Icky...and Deployment Issues...</title><content type='html'>I was sick with a simple cold and allergies for over a week. RIDICULOUS!! It held me down so bad I had to cancel  my piano lessons, and I didn't go to church. *sniffle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm finally over it, although the rapid change in temperatures IS NOT EXACTLY HELPING OUT!!! I still have a hard time breathing through my nose and throat at times, even with that stupid little Breathe Right nose strip (and do I have to mention how it hurts to rip those suckers off??)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua says he'll be home at the end of May...we thought September since it was originally a 15 month deployment, but I guess it'll only be 12 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089359587817541524-1405388176146798991?l=fosterfam07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/feeds/1405388176146798991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089359587817541524&amp;postID=1405388176146798991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default/1405388176146798991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default/1405388176146798991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/2009/02/sicky-ickyand-deployment-issues.html' title='Sicky Icky...and Deployment Issues...'/><author><name>Jace N Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337640974084388020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaS_e8s4uVk/SYcRbEjlp0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/i5FxvumUiTE/S220/expression.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089359587817541524.post-3644436610125275815</id><published>2009-02-02T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T07:19:59.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Husband's Car, LOLOLOL</title><content type='html'>So my dad crashed his truck...while it sat in the repair shop, he borrowed my husband's car since hubby is deployed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came home one morning when he was supposed to be at work, and my first thought was, "Great, he crashed the car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, how true that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now he has his truck back and my car is in the shop, though neither accident was his fault and - thank goodness - the car is not as bad off as the truck was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor dad, he really needs to start the year over...I'd like to do that, too!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089359587817541524-3644436610125275815?l=fosterfam07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/feeds/3644436610125275815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089359587817541524&amp;postID=3644436610125275815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default/3644436610125275815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default/3644436610125275815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-husbands-car-lololol.html' title='My Husband&apos;s Car, LOLOLOL'/><author><name>Jace N Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337640974084388020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaS_e8s4uVk/SYcRbEjlp0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/i5FxvumUiTE/S220/expression.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089359587817541524.post-2334436132205123158</id><published>2009-01-20T08:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:27:16.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Going Gets Rough, the Rough Puts Their Feet Down...</title><content type='html'>I'm stressed out...what else is new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I know what's new...I had an ovarian cyst burst and my cycle is over a week late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if that was TMI...but, in the words of Frank Sinatra, "That's Life!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089359587817541524-2334436132205123158?l=fosterfam07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/feeds/2334436132205123158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089359587817541524&amp;postID=2334436132205123158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default/2334436132205123158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default/2334436132205123158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-going-gets-rough-rough-puts-their.html' title='When the Going Gets Rough, the Rough Puts Their Feet Down...'/><author><name>Jace N Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337640974084388020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaS_e8s4uVk/SYcRbEjlp0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/i5FxvumUiTE/S220/expression.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089359587817541524.post-6207048677787325307</id><published>2008-12-06T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:19:40.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the 3am feeding</title><content type='html'>When I thought all would be great in the life of motherhood, my son - Jace - decided to start eating at 2:54am every morning...again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did this when he was 1-2 months old. Suddenly, he started sleeping through the night better. He took a bottle when I wasn't quite ready to feed him. He took pacifiers, and they helped keep him asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now: no pacifiers, no bottles, no rice cereal, no sleep during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:54am every morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to be awake at this time, feel free to call me...I'll be up anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089359587817541524-6207048677787325307?l=fosterfam07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/feeds/6207048677787325307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089359587817541524&amp;postID=6207048677787325307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default/6207048677787325307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default/6207048677787325307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/2008/12/return-of-3am-feeding.html' title='Return of the 3am feeding'/><author><name>Jace N Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337640974084388020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaS_e8s4uVk/SYcRbEjlp0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/i5FxvumUiTE/S220/expression.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089359587817541524.post-3608496405666588158</id><published>2008-11-03T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:48:24.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's NOT post-partum "blues"...maybe...</title><content type='html'>Problem #1: Joshua hasn't called or emailed in about a week...normally I hear from him every single day by phone or email (he has the night shift from 4pm to 4am, so it has made this type of communication possible)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem #2: The Army is stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem #3: Since the Army is stupid, they didn't clearly explain to me the extreme complexity of Thomas Moore Clinic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem #4: Because of problems #2 &amp;amp; #3, I was late to my appointment and had to reschedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem #5: Because of all above-listed problems, I cried on the highway going to Wal-mart so my stupid car could get a stupid oil change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem #6: ...I now have a headache from my crying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089359587817541524-3608496405666588158?l=fosterfam07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/feeds/3608496405666588158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089359587817541524&amp;postID=3608496405666588158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default/3608496405666588158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default/3608496405666588158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-not-post-partum-bluesmaybe.html' title='It&apos;s NOT post-partum &quot;blues&quot;...maybe...'/><author><name>Jace N Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337640974084388020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaS_e8s4uVk/SYcRbEjlp0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/i5FxvumUiTE/S220/expression.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089359587817541524.post-6145002668580885204</id><published>2008-10-23T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:17:51.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3-Segmented Demons of Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaS_e8s4uVk/SQE-Gx1vgfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vUq1PFKk3lc/s1600-h/ants.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 107px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaS_e8s4uVk/SQE-Gx1vgfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vUq1PFKk3lc/s320/ants.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260554125924336114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ants...I hate ants...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They come in by the dozens through the back window, and now - ever since it's been cooler - they're coming in by the double-dozens through the side window closest to the back window. I found one one my bed, one near my bed, one in front of my brother's bedroom (which means it had to crawl through the entirety of my bedroom to get to his door), and all over the floor under the window, on the windowsill, and inside the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ants...Ants...I hate ants...They make me want to shake for fear they're in my pants...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ants...Ants...I hate ants...If I never see another one, I think I'll do a dance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE END :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6089359587817541524-6145002668580885204?l=fosterfam07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/feeds/6145002668580885204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089359587817541524&amp;postID=6145002668580885204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default/6145002668580885204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default/6145002668580885204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-segmented-demons-of-texas.html' title='3-Segmented Demons of Texas'/><author><name>Jace N Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337640974084388020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaS_e8s4uVk/SYcRbEjlp0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/i5FxvumUiTE/S220/expression.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaS_e8s4uVk/SQE-Gx1vgfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vUq1PFKk3lc/s72-c/ants.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089359587817541524.post-7394057647704164917</id><published>2008-10-17T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T05:34:35.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Record # in less than 5 minutes!</title><content type='html'>I changed my son's diaper...I heard a ripple... I changed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; diaper...I heard a very LOUD ripple...I changed it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;...I can't even remember if I heard another ripple or not, but I went through 3-4 diapers in less than 5 minutes...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a record...Joshua, you really could've skipped out on passing this gene down to our son ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE YOU HONEY! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so it's cold outside, and it was rainy on Wednesday, and I'm lovin this season! Autumn is my favorite season, when Texas has autumn, that is. Texas likes to skip out on Autumn and Spring, so we got lucky this year. Every other year one has to wear a coat on top of his/her Halloween outfit because every other year we get a good dose of Winter extra early. Maybe it'll be like that this year, although I'm pretty sure it was cool last Halloween, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, well, I'm not complaining, I'm lovin' it! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089359587817541524-7394057647704164917?l=fosterfam07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/feeds/7394057647704164917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089359587817541524&amp;postID=7394057647704164917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default/7394057647704164917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default/7394057647704164917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/2008/10/record-in-less-than-5-minutes.html' title='Record # in less than 5 minutes!'/><author><name>Jace N Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337640974084388020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaS_e8s4uVk/SYcRbEjlp0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/i5FxvumUiTE/S220/expression.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089359587817541524.post-6609301970206016821</id><published>2008-10-12T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:54:40.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing:...Turn it off and back on again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(: ---short post--- :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, I had 3 text messages to check, but I couldn't check them. I don't know why, but my phone wouldn't let me. Finally, after several days of trying to check it, I decided to shut my phone off (since I don't do that...rarely...ever), and turn it back on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHALA!! I have now checked my messages only to realize that 2 of the 3 were MMS (multimedia, as in photos &amp;amp; stuff), so I couldn't see them anyway...*oy vey*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089359587817541524-6609301970206016821?l=fosterfam07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/feeds/6609301970206016821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089359587817541524&amp;postID=6609301970206016821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default/6609301970206016821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default/6609301970206016821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/2008/10/introducingturn-it-off-and-back-on.html' title='Introducing:...Turn it off and back on again!'/><author><name>Jace N Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337640974084388020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaS_e8s4uVk/SYcRbEjlp0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/i5FxvumUiTE/S220/expression.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089359587817541524.post-1802713769435568186</id><published>2008-10-08T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:04:27.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This shoulda been the first post...so what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; Everett Foster was born on Tuesday, the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; of September, at 1:43am, weighing 7 lbs. 1.5 oz. and measuring 20 inches. After 10 months and 4 days of pregnancy, he graced us with his presence after another 10 hours of labor with the help of a vacuum (doctors said mommy was just a little bit too small and baby was just a little too big for her).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Labor day was eventful for mommy since her water broke on labor day, but dilation was slow (starting at a 2-3 when admitted to the hospital) until after midnight when it suddenly jumped to a 7 - a 9 during contractions - and then finally reaching 10. After about 10 pushes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; joined the world, leaving mommy to get 5 stitches from a few tears (doctors said they only stitched her for precaution).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; and mommy were released from the hospital around 2pm on Wednesday with a truckload of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; and gifts from the hospital, the army, and a motherhood group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Daddy Joshua is enjoying the new experience of being officially terrified and paranoid with everything about baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt;. He takes WONDERFUL care of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; and - for reasons unknown to mommy - puts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; to sleep a whole lot faster and easier than mommy can...and, yes, daddy takes turns with mommy when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; is screaming bloody murder in the middle of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Interesting facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;--&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; has 2 great-great grandmothers, 2 great grandfathers, and 1 great grandmother on his mommy's side. Daddy Joshua is sleeping right now, so mommy isn't sure on his side of the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;--&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; tinkled on the doctors after he was born - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mwahahaha&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;--He has big beady blue eyes and lots of dark hair...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;, wonder where that came from...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;--He sucked his thumb for a few seconds several hours after being born - it was cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;--While sleeping, the only difference between daddy Joshua and baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; is their size - they both scowl during their sleep, and though Joshua talks in his sleep, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; can only cry, scream, smile, and move his eyes behind his lids. Basically, like father like son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;--&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; looks just like his daddy EXCEPT he has two elf ears (mommy's side of the family). WAY cute!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;--He is a big eater like his daddy and never seems to be full enough - mommy's in LOTS of pain, but it's getting a little easier each time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;--&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; will be blessed this Sunday at church, his daddy's last Sunday on R&amp;amp;R before returning to Iraq...then mommy's on her own...uh-oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Welcome to the world, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; Everett Foster!!! We love you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089359587817541524-1802713769435568186?l=fosterfam07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/feeds/1802713769435568186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089359587817541524&amp;postID=1802713769435568186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default/1802713769435568186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default/1802713769435568186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-this-should-have-been-first-postso.html' title='This shoulda been the first post...so what?'/><author><name>Jace N Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337640974084388020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaS_e8s4uVk/SYcRbEjlp0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/i5FxvumUiTE/S220/expression.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089359587817541524.post-2751061280897165132</id><published>2008-10-08T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:16:43.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Diaper Rant</title><content type='html'>So, being a first-time mom, I have a lot of interesting experiences to go through as of yet. However, one that I have been struggling with for awhile is the diaper. Now, I'm not clueless as to how to use a diaper, but it amazes me that my now-10-lb. baby manages to pee through his diapers. I've changed plenty of various types of diapers - and various types of messes inside the diapers, too - to know what I'm doing, but this is the first I've ever had to deal with out-of-diaper pee pee with a one-month old. :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, COME ON! He's got this cute big belly and a little bitty butt, so his diapers won't fit him - one way or the other his stomach will be squished and his diaper will fall off (yes, that's already happened, too)... What is REALLY funny is that Uncle Wesley (my brother) had to hold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; during Sacrament meeting one time while I played the piano for an intermediate song for a brother and sister. When I came back, Wesley looked at me, I looked at him, and he looked down at his pants. I couldn't help but quietly snicker: Baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; left his wet impression on Uncle Wesley's pants, and Wesley looked as though he had peed in his pants. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to the diaper dilemma...my little baby boy makes life interesting in a way that I'm not sure I like - especially when it soaks my pants - but life is life and babies are babies, so I'll just try a little experimentation with his diapers for the best fit. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089359587817541524-2751061280897165132?l=fosterfam07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/feeds/2751061280897165132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089359587817541524&amp;postID=2751061280897165132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default/2751061280897165132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089359587817541524/posts/default/2751061280897165132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosterfam07.blogspot.com/2008/10/diaper-rant.html' title='The Diaper Rant'/><author><name>Jace N Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337640974084388020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaS_e8s4uVk/SYcRbEjlp0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/i5FxvumUiTE/S220/expression.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
