<?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-4880907509081366520</id><updated>2011-07-30T22:38:41.439-07:00</updated><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aq4dIPJpISs/SxVdn2rEGDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AuOyHt7kKGU/s1600/Photo+21.jpg'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Mugglebug</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089664959616705407</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880907509081366520.post-1025850647738310635</id><published>2009-11-24T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T10:24:56.349-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aq4dIPJpISs/SxVdn2rEGDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AuOyHt7kKGU/s1600/Photo+21.jpg'/><title type='text'>Highlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Brisa said some of the most hilarious things recently. We have officially reached the stage where the girls talk constantly and some of the things they say are just completely ridiculous. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;"I wish my boogers tasted like bacon." This pretty self explanatory. She was eating bacon when this statement wandered out of her mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;"Mommy, are you done with my colander yet?" I had been crocheting Brisa a shawl. She was very excited and just couldn't wait for me to be done. But somehow she associated the word "collar" with the garment I was crocheting, and voila! Colander!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;"This pineapple is gonna be the gospel of our meal!" Truly, I don't know from whence this came. She does seem to know that the gospel is a good thing. The good news, if you will. So I guess the pineapple was the "good news" of our meal. Works for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aq4dIPJpISs/SxVdn2rEGDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AuOyHt7kKGU/s1600/Photo+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aq4dIPJpISs/SxVdn2rEGDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AuOyHt7kKGU/s1600/Photo+21.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aq4dIPJpISs/SxVdn2rEGDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AuOyHt7kKGU/s320/Photo+21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410333466627938354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Here is Brisa posing in her shawl.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aq4dIPJpISs/SxVcvEs0S4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/BSLlHVuHzp4/s1600/Photo+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aq4dIPJpISs/SxVcvEs0S4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/BSLlHVuHzp4/s320/Photo+22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410332491140844418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;It's funny because it rarely stays on her shoulders.  It usually ends up on her head, or around her chest, waist--you name it.  Anywhere but her shoulders.  The other day, we were walking through Walmart and she was wearing it on her head like the Virgin Mary.  Hey, what can I say, it's Advent right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4880907509081366520-1025850647738310635?l=mugglebugmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1025850647738310635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/highlights.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/1025850647738310635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/1025850647738310635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/highlights.html' title='Highlights'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089664959616705407</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/_aq4dIPJpISs/SxVdn2rEGDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AuOyHt7kKGU/s72-c/Photo+21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880907509081366520.post-3702917265434678623</id><published>2009-11-18T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:40:48.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buggling Bandwagon</title><content type='html'>So, it has been nearly 2 months since I've buggled. Actually, the only reason I'm saying "buggle" is because Harry just noticed that I'm blogging and asked, "Are you buggling?"  So yes, I am buggling.  I think the term is appropriate given the the title of my blog!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a number of reasons for my falling off the buggling bandwagon, none of which are really all that interesting, and most of which are incredibly too personal for an "I haven't blogged in two months blog."  Suffice it to say, that I'm back on the buggling bandwagon and I have missed, missed, MISSED buggling.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, Kahmylia read THREE books to me.  It took like an hour and a half, but it was still very, very  cool.  I wish I could say that this is a testament to my fabulous homeschooling program, but, alas, it is not.  She is a natural born reader, and I'm lucky to have her as a daughter.  Otherwise, I would feel even more guilty for falling off the homeschooling bandwagon.  Ah well, we're climbing back on that one soon.  (For those of you who do not know, my brother got married this month in New Mexico and we were gone for 10 days. That said, our homeschooling routine is completely haywire.) To all my homeschooling friends, please, if you have anything encouraging to say, I need to be reminded that it is ok to take 2 weeks off of homeschooling because your brother got married all last minute and stuff.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, anyway, I'm glad to be buggling again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880907509081366520-3702917265434678623?l=mugglebugmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3702917265434678623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/buggling-bandwagon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/3702917265434678623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/3702917265434678623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/buggling-bandwagon.html' title='Buggling Bandwagon'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089664959616705407</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-4880907509081366520.post-3171541881890967655</id><published>2009-09-09T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:41:32.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chili DInner and CONCERT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;When? September 18th, 2009 5:30-8:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Where?  Redeemer Evangelical Church St. Louis MO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Why?  Save our house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Tickets: Adults - $9 Kids 6-12 - $2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Awesome, AWESOME news!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Due to the extreme generosity of the host church of our event, this Chili Dinner and Concert is not going to cost the Walls family a dime!  100% of what you give will go toward helping us to keep our house out of foreclosure!  A group of people have volunteered not only to make the chili but also to cover the entire overhead of the dinner.  I am completely floored!  Now, the only thing left is all the hard work.:-)  If you are available to help, please let me know.  It's gonna take a sizable crew to pull this off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Again, thank you for all of your prayers and support.  We still have no idea what God has in store for us in the form of a livelihood.  He is opening doors for Harry to do some concerts.  We are praying about the many possibilities.   Please pray with us!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;And, of course, come eat chili with us and listen to some great music!  It's gonna be FUN!  And you know the Walls know how to have fun!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4880907509081366520-3171541881890967655?l=mugglebugmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3171541881890967655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/chili-dinner-and-concert.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/3171541881890967655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/3171541881890967655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/chili-dinner-and-concert.html' title='Chili DInner and CONCERT'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089664959616705407</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-4880907509081366520.post-3486885055719414058</id><published>2009-09-09T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:42:14.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;This past weekend was incredibly overwhelming.  God has been pouring out His love on my family through our Christ family and our friends.  I have been blessed and encouraged over and over.  I am reminded, however, that God's blessings are not the primary way that God has shown me his love.  Jesus is! How is it that I so easily forget the significance and the power of the gospel in my life!?  Thank you, Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4880907509081366520-3486885055719414058?l=mugglebugmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3486885055719414058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/overwhelmed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/3486885055719414058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/3486885055719414058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089664959616705407</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-4880907509081366520.post-5312050569999496252</id><published>2009-09-03T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:42:51.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in Mugglebug Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Mugglebug Glossary of Terms:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;My Ruth of my mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; = roof of my mouth.   "I did not let my pineapple touch my tongue or my Ruth of my mouth when I ate it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;To pimp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; = to flick.   "Daddy!  I just pimped a fly off my arm!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Thermotica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; = harmonica.  "I want to play my thermotica on the stage at church!"  (This term later evolved into harmotica which is not quite as funny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Food stamps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; = finger prick.  "I do not like food stamps!  Am I ever gonna have to get food stamps again, Mommy?  I did not like that!" I'm not sure where this one comes from, perhaps because she had to get a finger stick to check her hemoglobin levels to qualify for WIC?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; = at some point in the near or distant past.  "Remember yesterday when we had a sleepover at Cloe's house?  That was so fun!"  (That sleepover happened months ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;My boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; = my imaginary husband.  "Well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; boy likes strawberry vanilla tea!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;My mean boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; = my other imaginary husband or his alter ego (not sure which).  "Do you know what my mean boy did to me?  He hit me!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;(Sadly, but probably for the best, the usage of "my boy" is all but obsolete in the girls' vocabulary these days.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Nipples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; = bra.  At Dillards-- "Mommy, look at all those nipples!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;~Things I Never Thought I'd Say~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;"No more salad until you finish your pizza!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;" You ate the ENTIRE bag of frozen corn?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;"Really?  You thought flinging wet toilet paper on the wall and ceiling was a good idea?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;"Using a purple marker as lipstick is not really good for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;"Go watch TV!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4880907509081366520-5312050569999496252?l=mugglebugmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5312050569999496252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/living-in-mugglebug-land.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/5312050569999496252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/5312050569999496252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/living-in-mugglebug-land.html' title='Living in Mugglebug Land'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089664959616705407</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-4880907509081366520.post-7413911533277195846</id><published>2009-09-01T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:44:06.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;I feel like things are rolling along.  Even though we are still in the same situation--Harry still has no job--I have started to realize some new things.  Many positive things have come from our experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;1.  Everyday I learn to trust God. I am reminded of how much He loves me and how much He cares.  I feel so privileged to know that I serve a God who knows me and, more than that, provides for me in the way that is best for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;2.  We have made many new friends who are brothers and sisters in Christ.  We have visited so many churches this summer and the Lord has revealed Himself in such a special way through His people.  My family grew this summer!  How exciting is that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;3.  We have learned to better manage our money.  Who knew that you actually need less money to learn to budget well?  Less money to make it work harder for you?  I've learned a lot about money... and tithing.... Good things.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;4.  I'm finally coming to accept and understand who God made me to be.  I'm starting to understand that I'm a human with strengths and weaknesses, that I'm specially designed to do God's perfect work, and that I'm so very, very forgiven and loved!  I am free to be who God designed me to be!  I'm free of my self-imposed limitations.  I'm done trying to be someone I'm not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Again, thanks to all of you who love and support me and my family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4880907509081366520-7413911533277195846?l=mugglebugmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7413911533277195846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/rolling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/7413911533277195846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/7413911533277195846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/rolling.html' title='Rolling'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089664959616705407</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-4880907509081366520.post-5768604900673208243</id><published>2009-08-25T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:44:22.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the House!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;So instead of trying to clean my house, I've decided to try to save it instead!  My energies are devoted to creative money making endeavors.  I'm crocheting hats, scarves, purses, blankets, and doilies for sale.  Hoping to get some customers soon...  I'm also doing a "save the house" fundraiser.  More on that later.  I'm begging for your prayers in the days ahead as we put our energy into trying to be good stewards of what the Lord has given us.  I love all of you!  Thank you so much for your encouragement and your support and your love!  God bless you tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880907509081366520-5768604900673208243?l=mugglebugmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5768604900673208243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/save-house.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/5768604900673208243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/5768604900673208243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/save-house.html' title='Save the House!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089664959616705407</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-4880907509081366520.post-6590165096752025551</id><published>2009-08-23T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:44:49.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Loves Mugglebugs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;So this last week I learned something very, very important.  I learned that the people we love, love us so much more than I ever realized!  Anyone who read my post about how I was feeling tired and discouraged could tell that I was having a rough day.  But the truth is I had a really tough week.  I know most of you who read my blog already know our situation, but for those who don't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Harry has not been able to find a job.  The reality of our situation is that the totality of our monthly income is less than our monthly mortgage payment.  All of our other bills apart from the mortgage have gone unpaid.  Without going into more detail, suffice it to say that we are really feeling this living by faith thing right about now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;So this week our friends and neighbors have poured out their love and encouragement on us. We had friends who helped us pay our electric bill, a church who is giving is $1000 (yes, that is 3 zeros) in gift cards to Shop &amp;amp; Save and Quick Trip and other places to help provide for our basic necessities, and friends who've so generously given of themselves and their resources to help.  We've had friends and family praying for us and encouraging us, literally and figuratively holding us up during this time.  In all this, I have felt so overwhelmed by the sacrificial love people have showed us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;In the midst of all this, God reached down and spoke to my heart.  "You feel so overwhelmed by the unexpected demonstrations of love by your friends and brothers.  How much more do you think I love you?  How much more do you think I care?"  Suddenly I realized that God was showing me his infinite love and mercy in a tangible way.  But beyond that, I feel a deep conviction that God loves me!  He cares about me!  And He has not forgotten me!  I am encouraged to know that He is taking care of me through His people.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;How predictably unexpected!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880907509081366520-6590165096752025551?l=mugglebugmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6590165096752025551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/god-loves-mugglebugs.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/6590165096752025551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/6590165096752025551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/god-loves-mugglebugs.html' title='God Loves Mugglebugs!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089664959616705407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880907509081366520.post-2007802024508904510</id><published>2009-08-20T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:45:20.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muggle Chuckles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Kahmylia:  Daddy is the highest person in our family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; and in another conversation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Brisa:  I am so broken heart : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880907509081366520-2007802024508904510?l=mugglebugmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2007802024508904510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/muggle-chuckles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/2007802024508904510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/2007802024508904510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/muggle-chuckles.html' title='Muggle Chuckles'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089664959616705407</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-4880907509081366520.post-4457947470837220884</id><published>2009-08-18T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:58:17.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I did not accomplish any more from my list today.  I did not lose ground however, which, in my world, matters a lot!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Tonight I just feel tired and discouraged.  I feel like I'm watching my whole life unravel and there's no way to keep it from happening.  It seems futile to fight anymore! I'm just soooo tired. So I think I better go to bed.  Maybe things will look better in the morning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Good night all.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4880907509081366520-4457947470837220884?l=mugglebugmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4457947470837220884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/4457947470837220884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/4457947470837220884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089664959616705407</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-4880907509081366520.post-6670616226111528322</id><published>2009-08-17T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:47:48.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I cleaned my brains out today.  I don't think I have any brains left, but I'm well on my way to accomplishing everything on my list by the week's end!  Go me!  I promise to post pics by the end of the week. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880907509081366520-6670616226111528322?l=mugglebugmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6670616226111528322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/6670616226111528322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/6670616226111528322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089664959616705407</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-4880907509081366520.post-2394073131545091742</id><published>2009-08-16T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:57:59.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Muggle Returns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is more of a prediction than an observation.  I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; to be a productive citizen of society this week.  I figure if I declare my intentions they'll have a better chance of coming true! Anyone with me?  Here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. I will finally put away all of the junk that still remains from the last time I rearranged the furniture.  The house is a mess and I just can't stand it anymore.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. I will find some way to organize the homeschooling materials and sessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. I will mop.  My entire house except my bedroom is wood floors or tile.  I HATE MOPPING!!! But I'm committing to doing it this week.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. I will scrub 3 of the bathrooms.  The basement one doesn't count.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. I will make a gift for my friend Amy's new baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6. I will catch up with the laundry.  It's outrunning me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There.  That wasn't so hard.  Of course, actually accomplishing all this will be much harder. Let's see how I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880907509081366520-2394073131545091742?l=mugglebugmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2394073131545091742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/super-muggle_16.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/2394073131545091742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/2394073131545091742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/super-muggle_16.html' title='Super Muggle Returns'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089664959616705407</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-4880907509081366520.post-6957760436394586399</id><published>2009-08-14T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:24:05.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration Trash Can</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, fantasy; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For some reason, people find it necessary to give my children things just for being cute. Case in point, today we went to Schnucks and the cashier thought the girls were so cute that she gave them each a bunch of Schnucks stickers. When we got home, Brisa thought it would be a great idea to stick all of her stickers to the trash bag in the trash can and says, to us, "Look guys, I'm celebrating the trash can, it's a celebration trash can!" She was so pleased with herself, I just couldn't resist sharing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aq4dIPJpISs/SoX9Jgqbi7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7RcFNS8RqPA/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aq4dIPJpISs/SoX9Jgqbi7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7RcFNS8RqPA/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369976470537735090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Celebration Trash Can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;We capped off the night with a Kahmylia and Brisa original.  Also while we were at Schnucks, as we were discussing what to have for dessert, the girls came up with the idea of having Reddi Whip on ice cream sandwiches.  Always game for something new, we all sat on our front porch and had a most delicious dessert of ice cream sandwiches topped with heavy whipped cream.  We called our new favorite dessert "Super Sandwiches."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aq4dIPJpISs/SoX_KBVQrrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_GwqkRllSAA/s320/photo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369978678330568370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Does it get any better than this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/4880907509081366520-6957760436394586399?l=mugglebugmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6957760436394586399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/celebration-trash-can.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/6957760436394586399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/6957760436394586399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/celebration-trash-can.html' title='Celebration Trash Can'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089664959616705407</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/_aq4dIPJpISs/SoX9Jgqbi7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7RcFNS8RqPA/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880907509081366520.post-6623141788598090458</id><published>2009-08-13T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:19:59.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muggle Chuckles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;ust thought I would share some funny stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;One morning we were having cereal for breakfast, and Kahmylia was trying Captain Crunch for the first time.  She says to me, "Mommy, I heard of Caffeine Crunch before, but I never had it before!"  I had an instant vision of my daughter full of "Caffeine Crunch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Brisa knocks on the bedroom door and says, "Daddy, I brought you your phone, because I saw Granny on it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;I was brushing Kay's hair, and all of a sudden she says to me, "Mommy, that is not appropriate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; Me, trying not to laugh, "What's not appropriate, Honey?"  "It is not appropriate to hurt people!"  (Evidently, I was brushing too hard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Brisa comments on finding a grey hair on my head, "Mommy, your hair is getting old!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;The other day Kahmylia asked me, "Mommy are you getting old?"  I explained that I was going to get older.  She says, "Are you going to die?"  I answered yes, but that many don't die until they are very old.  So she says, "You'll probably get old when you're thirty thousand and eight."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Glad I've got so many years left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880907509081366520-6623141788598090458?l=mugglebugmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6623141788598090458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/muggle-chuckle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/6623141788598090458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/6623141788598090458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/muggle-chuckle.html' title='Muggle Chuckles'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089664959616705407</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-4880907509081366520.post-7238322300656884819</id><published>2009-08-12T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T20:17:30.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muggle Struggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Tonight I played the piano for the church choir I accompany for.   They are doing a variety show this Saturday evening at 6:30 and we were rehearsing a couple of the acts.  For some reason tonight I had no sense of rhythm. The rhythms were so simple, but I just felt like I was completely incapable of playing them.  I think it may have had something to do with the fact that it was a 50's Du Wop medley and I had never heard any of the songs.  But whatever the case, I didn't feel "on."  Ah well, maybe I'll have a better time at tomorrow's rehearsal.  And if anyone wants to come watch a primarily senior (as in 60+) variety show, tickets are cheap, the snacks are great, and the laughs are inevitable! We'll be at Redeemer Evangelical Church at 6450 Kingshighway.  And now, to pay homage to the 50's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;"Good night, sweetheart, well, it's time to go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Good night, sweetheart, well, it's time to go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I hate to leave you, but I really must say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Good night, sweetheart, goodnight!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880907509081366520-7238322300656884819?l=mugglebugmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7238322300656884819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/muggle-struggles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/7238322300656884819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/7238322300656884819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/muggle-struggles.html' title='Muggle Struggles'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089664959616705407</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-4880907509081366520.post-6725081509589695084</id><published>2009-08-11T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:36:53.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Muggle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Today I felt a little bit like Super Mom.  Ok, so maybe a lot.  But before I can tell my story, I need to give introductions.  For those of you who don't know, I have two daughters, Kahmylia who is 5 and Brisa who is 4.  Today I was babysitting for a friend.  I've been babysitting their son once a week since he was 4 months old.  Ivan is now 2.  Babysitting my kids and Ivan isn't all that impressive, but then another friend called and asked for a favor.  He's a stay at home dad and he was in a bind, because he had a previous engagement and no child care.  He has Anna who is 4, and Ada who is 6 months.  So of course, I said yes.  Evidently I wasn't really thinking about the fact that that is 5 kids under 5 all at the same time.  I didn't consider that Ivan, the overactive toddler, would be screaming his head off 78% of the time and that he would be totally fascinated with another baby in the house.  Or that he would be incessantly asking me, "Who is that, Ewa?" "Baby Ada? Baby Ada? Baby Ada? (never ending echo) It occurred to me, after the fact of course, that Anna and Ada live in a relatively silent home, compared to the frequent screaming, the sounds of plastic toys and race cars bulldozing over wood floors, and the never ending questions and constant repetitions of the two year old at my friend's house.  "He hit me, Ewa!  He hit my hair, Ewa!" (loudly referring to Ada) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Needless to say, Ada, the hungry and sleepy infant, refused to eat or sleep for the 2 hours we were there.  It's amazing she was as happy as she was, especially considering the situation.  Fortunately, my girls and Anna hadn't seen each other for a while so they mostly entertained themselves.  At one point, I left the girls and Ivan in the kitchen eating lunch, because I was trying to give Ada a less distracting environment to take her bottle.  It wasn't working too well, because Ivan was screaming at the top of his lungs for no apparent reason, and Kahmylia was yelling, "MOM, Ivan's being loud!"  Too which Ivan's response was to come flying into the living room to say to me, "Ewa, I'm being loud, OK?" Oh, by the way, Ivan calls me Mommy when the girls are around, so he repeats everything they say to me.  So out of the five kids, one was on my hip and three of them were calling me mommy! I remember thinking to myself, "Is this what it would be like to have more kids?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;It was quite a day, but I felt so blessed to have work, and so privileged to spend time with kids that I love and who love me!  So, now I'll close with just one final story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;So, once I was done watching Ivan, the girls and I walked the 6 blocks back to my house.  Ada in a stroller and the rest of us on foot.  I overheard a priceless conversation that I just can't resist sharing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Brisa:  Oh Anna, when you get to our house, you are going to love it!  We changed the living room and it is so beautiful!  And we have a new teapot for tea and coffee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Anna:  And when we get to your house, we can play a beautiful game of house!  And I can be the mommy, and Brisa can be the baby sister, and Kahmylia can be the father!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Kahmylia: No, I think I wanna be the daughter, because I don't wanna be the father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Brisa: Let's just pretend he's dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Anna: Yeah, ok, he got killed by the monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;It's a good thing, I'm a Super Muggle, or I might have collapsed right in the middle of the street!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880907509081366520-6725081509589695084?l=mugglebugmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6725081509589695084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/super-muggle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/6725081509589695084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/6725081509589695084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/super-muggle.html' title='Super Muggle!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089664959616705407</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-4880907509081366520.post-2205559344070437018</id><published>2009-08-10T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:25:27.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy Mugglebugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I like things to be neat and orderly.  I really do.  But the thing is, if you've been to my house,  you know that my desire to clean obsessively for extensive periods of time must not actually exist! Now, to be fair, I do have young children, and my house is not ALWAYS completely repulsive to me--just most of the time.  So, I either need to clone myself, hire a maid, or clean obsessively for extensive periods of time.  Unfortunately, I don't know how to clone myself, I can't afford a maid, and I'm too tired and overwhelmed to clean.  Is your house spic and span?  If so, how do you do it?  If not, how do you live with it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880907509081366520-2205559344070437018?l=mugglebugmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2205559344070437018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/messy-mugglebugs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/2205559344070437018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/2205559344070437018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/messy-mugglebugs.html' title='Messy Mugglebugs'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089664959616705407</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-4880907509081366520.post-999318155375503694</id><published>2009-08-09T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T19:35:51.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These are my confessions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;1.  I mentally correct people's grammar when they talk.  It's bad, I know, but oh so true.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;2.  On a related note, I frequently find typographical and grammatical errors in books, magazines, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;3.  My feet are frequently the topic of conversation and the butt of jokes.  They have been called nice things like, cherub feet, and angel feet, and other things like frog feet, duck feet, webbed feet, HOBBIT feet, 2x4's, 4x4's, and Big Mac's.  My sister says you can only see the balls of my toes from the underside of my feet, hence another fave name for my feet, "ball toes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;4.  My feet are so chubby that my pinkie toes don't actually touch the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;5.  I discovered my shoe size for the first time 5 months ago.  I wear a 6W--no surprise there.  But what's funny about that is that I've been wearing a 71/2-8 for the last 5 years.  It's crazy how far off I was from my actual shoe size!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;6.  I totally fart all the time!  I know I'm gonna regret confessing this, but oh well.  I have Irritable Bowel Syndrome and not a day goes by that I don't feel bloated and gassy.  So sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;7.  Now, it should be said that I have learned the art of the silent fart.  97% of the time no one would ever know.  However, I must confess that there have been a few times when I've let off a silent stink bomb and totally not claimed it.  I only claim them if they're audible or if someone asks directly.  Trust me, you'd get get tired if I claimed it every time I let one loose! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;8.  I don't speak fluent Spanish.  I wish I did, but I don't.  And for most of my life, I've felt like that was my fault, but I finally realized that it isn't.  I am proud of the Spanish I do know, and hope I get more and more fluent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;9.  I purposely don't bother to learn when it comes to computers and software, because it's way easier just to let Harry do it!  This also works with opening jars and taking out the trash.  I still haven't figured out how to get out of cleaning the bathrooms though!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;10.  I hate mopping.  I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY HATE MOPPING!  I would rather get down on my knees and scrub the floor with a toothbrush than mop!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;11.  And finally, I confess I'm a Mugglebug.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Goodnight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4880907509081366520-999318155375503694?l=mugglebugmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/feeds/999318155375503694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/these-are-my-confessions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/999318155375503694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/999318155375503694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/these-are-my-confessions.html' title='These are my confessions...'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089664959616705407</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-4880907509081366520.post-4785957455013990547</id><published>2009-07-30T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:18:32.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Mugglebug</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;My daughter calls me "Mugglebug."  Or sometimes it's Mugglebuggle, or Snugglebuggle, Snugglebugs, or even Mugbugs.  I'm not really sure where these little nicknames came from, but our family has a weird penchant for nicknames so she's probably just following suite.  :-)  The funny thing is that she only calls me by nickname when she's completely happy with me.  She wraps her little body around me and gets this silly look on her face (as though she's just simultaneously consumed 500 strawberry tootsie pops and managed to not get sick ) and this little enraptured sigh escapes, "Mugglebugs!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I confess that this is THE CUTEST nickname anyone has ever given me.  PERIOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Plus, I have to say that it makes me deliriously happy to know that I still have my daughter's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;undying love.  I know my days are numbered and one day she'll wake up and I won't know anything and I won't be "Mugglebug" anymore, but hey, right now I'm gonna bury my head in the sand and pretend that day won't come!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;So, now that you have the story behind "Mugglebug,"  I would just like to say that I'm starting this blog because life is passing me by, and my kids are growing too fast, and I want to have something to look back and remember these days of trial and bliss, struggle and triumph.  I want to be a Remembered Mugglebug!  And as for the confession part, I think confession is good for the soul!  At least I know it's good for mine!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;So here's to Joy in this Journey!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880907509081366520-4785957455013990547?l=mugglebugmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4785957455013990547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/07/confessions-of-mugglebug.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/4785957455013990547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880907509081366520/posts/default/4785957455013990547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugglebugmom.blogspot.com/2009/07/confessions-of-mugglebug.html' title='Confessions of a Mugglebug'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089664959616705407</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></feed>
