<?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-5681790205060403025</id><updated>2011-10-20T22:59:21.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robyn's Nest</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwislandmama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681790205060403025/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwislandmama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533799163893145680</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681790205060403025.post-7602580602443651756</id><published>2009-02-09T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:21:56.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I normally don't do these things but Laura is making this too much fun and easy! Does this look familiar?!? Thanks Laura for doing all the work! Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first FIVE people to respond to this post will get something made by me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 335px; height: 176px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/160/358555168_212b44e00c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My choice. For you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 325px; height: 264px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bonnieskozyknit.com/onlinestore//catalog/images/yarn%20logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This offer &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; have some restrictions and limitations:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- What I create will be just for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- It'll be done this year. (might be a little while)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- You have no clue what it's going to be.It may be a story. It may be poetry, shoes, bags, or a little invention of my own! I may draw or paint something. I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange. Believe me... it may blow your mind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The catch? Oh, the catch is that you must repost this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me! Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sounds like fun, right? So, let's play! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681790205060403025-7602580602443651756?l=nwislandmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwislandmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7602580602443651756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681790205060403025&amp;postID=7602580602443651756' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681790205060403025/posts/default/7602580602443651756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681790205060403025/posts/default/7602580602443651756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwislandmama.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-new.html' title='Something New!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533799163893145680</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://farm1.static.flickr.com/160/358555168_212b44e00c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681790205060403025.post-5764408911527564446</id><published>2009-01-15T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T01:28:44.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should Have Seen This One Coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SXA-QYR6VDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dMtBxCNgHxI/s1600-h/new+Pics+not+sorted+408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SXA-QYR6VDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dMtBxCNgHxI/s320/new+Pics+not+sorted+408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SXA-QlWAo6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/y67q0EwiyaY/s1600-h/new+Pics+not+sorted+404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SXA-QlWAo6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/y67q0EwiyaY/s320/new+Pics+not+sorted+404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This is where we are now.  That's right the Mr. T. is sporting a stylish green cast! (Note: it has NOT slowed him down one little bit! See that glint in his eyes, you just know he's devising a plan to his next daredevil adventure. Plus, that's a pretty tasty banana he's eating!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SXA-Q1jpLBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iPgzRhI66Y4/s1600-h/New+Pics+2873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SXA-Q1jpLBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iPgzRhI66Y4/s320/New+Pics+2873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; You are probably asking yourself; "how the heck did the little guy do that?" I will answer this question and more as we go backwards through this "grand" adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Here's Mr.T. getting his snazzy green cast put on by our favorite doctor. Said favorite doctor at first suggested to put a bright pink cast on, so his sisters could enjoy it. Would that make getting a little thunk from the cast a little less painless, I don't think so! They didn't have any camo colored, so this was the best we could do. Please note the look on Mr.T.'s face. Sad isn't. =(.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The good news is that on the x-ray it showed the break (which was straight across) was starting to heal! This will hopefully mean only two weeks in a cast instead of four. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;He had to were a splint for a week due to swelling before we could put him in a cast. (Note: having the cast put on took a huge stress off of me! Now all sides of the arm are protected! This is very good when you have such a "busy" little boy. No more worrying that the break is going to get bumped!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Here's Mr.T. just hours after our initial doctor's visit to discover the broken bone. Yes, that's right, he's on the climbing cube in his bedroom. Even pain and a large splint were going to slow him down! He lost too much playtime while we were at the doctors getting his arm and elbow look at. I  learned quickly, if I could not see him, go find him! I don't know how he did it or did it so quick, but he would get his arm out of that splint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The first doctors visit! Yup, he's busy playing with a car. He's also now sporting a large and made of metal splint. (Are you thinking what I was thinking? That this could be dangerous!) When the doctor did his exam, he started at Mr.T.'s shoulder and worked his way down. I knew his shoulder was fine. I had relocated his elbow, so I knew that should show some fluid in it from that and it did. I knew his wrist was hurting, but hoping it was not broke, but maybe the bone was bruised. This is what I was hoping, but knowing deep down that it was broke. I told all of this to the doctor (who actually listens, gotta love him!). I showed the doctor exactly where I thought the problem was in the wrist and when the doctor touched it, Mr.T. just growled out a grunt. Off to x-ray we went and 15 minutes later we had our answer. One small black line going across the bone, right where I said to look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Are you ready to hear how this happened now? Okay. A crib escape gone bad at nap time. I had just put Mr.T. down to take a nap and was getting Brady's lunch together, when we heard the infamous thunk! Mr.T. let out a huge wail! Everyone starts running to the bedroom at the same time (that would be two adults and two wonderfully caring big sisters). Brady got there first, followed by the two sisters and me trying to get past all of them! I could tell right away that he had dislocated his elbow (we've been through that before and I have been trained on how to put it back) and fixed that, but every time Mr.T. would use his left hand he would let out a little grunt. By this time Brady has to leave or be late for work, so I pushed him out the door and told him I would take care of it. So I start getting the kids ready to head to the doctors office and off we went. You know the rest. Man, these boys should come with some kind of warning label!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SXA-Q7-9dtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/C6pun2s_umA/s1600-h/new+Pics+not+sorted+400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SXA-Q7-9dtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/C6pun2s_umA/s320/new+Pics+not+sorted+400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681790205060403025-5764408911527564446?l=nwislandmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwislandmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5764408911527564446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681790205060403025&amp;postID=5764408911527564446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681790205060403025/posts/default/5764408911527564446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681790205060403025/posts/default/5764408911527564446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwislandmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/should-have-seen-this-one-coming.html' title='Should Have Seen This One Coming!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533799163893145680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SXA-QYR6VDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dMtBxCNgHxI/s72-c/new+Pics+not+sorted+408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681790205060403025.post-4640291626421868509</id><published>2008-11-04T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:12:05.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitten By The Horse Bug!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SRABSLsOS5I/AAAAAAAAADo/b5ClIgSNQc0/s1600-h/New+Pics+1862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SRABSLsOS5I/AAAAAAAAADo/b5ClIgSNQc0/s320/New+Pics+1862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Well it's finally happened. Miss B has been bitten by the horse bug! This should not come as a surprise, both mom and dad grew up riding ponies and horses. In fact, Brady and I used to show against each other in the local horse shows and we belonged to the same 4-H club (Vashon Rock Riders). Miss B has now gotten old enough to join 4-H and now belongs to our old club! It's pretty cool to be a second generation Rock Rider. I have to say, it's great for me to get back into the horse community here on the island!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;It wasn't easy for Miss B, this horse bug. It made her have to deal with her fear of heights! But she has (for the most part). Thanks to Miss Olivia, Aunt Cindi and her "little" horse Fanny and all their love and hard work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;It's neat to see this next stage in our life start! Miss B and Miss K are already begging for at least one pony! Miss K has already stated that she wants to start a real life horse collection here ("you know real ones that are alive"). She would like the first one to be a mini palomino horse, please (since they don't come in pink)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SRABSBn251I/AAAAAAAAADw/OVNM_rzp7-U/s1600-h/New+Pics+1864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SRABSBn251I/AAAAAAAAADw/OVNM_rzp7-U/s320/New+Pics+1864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;  Miss B just wants one, she would love any color, just not to big please. Brady sees many memories to come of horse shows and county fair (lot's of places the motor home will be useful)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Thanks Aunt Cindi and Fanny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Miss Olivia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;New VISA ad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riding helmet: $25.00&lt;br /&gt;riding boots: $35.00&lt;br /&gt;pony: $$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;Look on her face when she's riding:  Priceless!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SRABSWJQ6LI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bf2DDbOl4aQ/s1600-h/untitled6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SRABSWJQ6LI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bf2DDbOl4aQ/s320/untitled6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681790205060403025-4640291626421868509?l=nwislandmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwislandmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4640291626421868509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681790205060403025&amp;postID=4640291626421868509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681790205060403025/posts/default/4640291626421868509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681790205060403025/posts/default/4640291626421868509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwislandmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/bitten-by-horse-bug.html' title='Bitten By The Horse Bug!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533799163893145680</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/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SRABSLsOS5I/AAAAAAAAADo/b5ClIgSNQc0/s72-c/New+Pics+1862.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681790205060403025.post-3489830218807589406</id><published>2008-10-08T19:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:08:26.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SO1x1qDQXpI/AAAAAAAAACo/6ya5HnAWcPg/s1600-h/New+Pics+1447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SO1x1qDQXpI/AAAAAAAAACo/6ya5HnAWcPg/s320/New+Pics+1447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; October is one on the most beautiful times of year in the Pacific Northwest. Especially early fall as the leaves change. Our family decided it was time for another trip to the family cabin 17 miles west of Leavenworth, WA. The drive to the cabin was amazing! This picture does not even due justice to the color and hues God painted in the scenery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SO1x1r2WvrI/AAAAAAAAACw/nzwUE4vzs7o/s1600-h/New+Pics+1354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SO1x1r2WvrI/AAAAAAAAACw/nzwUE4vzs7o/s320/New+Pics+1354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The family cabin was built by Brady's  dad (Papa Aldrich) and his father Grandpa Aldrich in the sixties. It's quite the family legacy. There are many hysterical family stories about the cabin. Lot's of these stories involve the local wildlife! Some of the stories are so crazy we have decided they should NOT be shared with non-family members or those people might not go to the cabin with us! (And that would be tragic!!) Our newest story is about this fine specimen of bird that is posted below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SO1x1oLAaII/AAAAAAAAAC4/q29-QeybC9U/s1600-h/New+Pics+1333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SO1x1oLAaII/AAAAAAAAAC4/q29-QeybC9U/s320/New+Pics+1333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The big question of the day and whole trip was; how did this bird get there??? Was this a funny family prank just waiting to be found out? Was this a tragedy of nature? If so, how did it get in?? What ever the case (I'm voting the nature thing) it sure was an interesting surprise!  The kids were fascinated by it. It's still a topic of conversation here at our home.  Thankfully the kids have finally stopped talking about the other wildlife that we were dealing with at the cabin. Let's play a game to see if you can figure out what kind of wildlife I'm talking about. Their small, grayish brown, might be considered cute if they were not in the cabin and have big ears and tails. Got a guess? If you guessed mice, you would be correct! Note that I said mice, not mouse! When we left, the death toll was four dead and six traps ready for their next victims!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SO1x1-_4bAI/AAAAAAAAADA/3osbFGxQkws/s1600-h/New+Pics+1382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SO1x1-_4bAI/AAAAAAAAADA/3osbFGxQkws/s320/New+Pics+1382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our most favorite things to do at the cabin is to make smores!!!  Here's Miss B and Miss K making some of our favorite treats! This cabin has the perfect fireplace for toasting marshmallows! Enough room for everyone to get a good spot. Looking at these pictures makes me want to go back to the cabin now! We  need to go again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 16px; height: 16px;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681790205060403025-3489830218807589406?l=nwislandmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwislandmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3489830218807589406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681790205060403025&amp;postID=3489830218807589406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681790205060403025/posts/default/3489830218807589406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681790205060403025/posts/default/3489830218807589406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwislandmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/october.html' title='October!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533799163893145680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SO1x1qDQXpI/AAAAAAAAACo/6ya5HnAWcPg/s72-c/New+Pics+1447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681790205060403025.post-4144072176615707616</id><published>2008-09-30T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:10:51.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SOMPIGGQtXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/G-JN959ciZs/s1600-h/New+Pics+020-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SOMPIGGQtXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/G-JN959ciZs/s320/New+Pics+020-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252058222194374002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SOMOs98P2sI/AAAAAAAAACI/_NdMc3_nuuQ/s1600-h/New+Pics+011-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SOMOs98P2sI/AAAAAAAAACI/_NdMc3_nuuQ/s320/New+Pics+011-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252057756148423362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Wise choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; have been escaping me lately. You are probably asking yourself, "what the heck did those kids eat"! No, food did not make those what were pearly whites that lovely shade of fuchsia&lt;/span&gt;. No, I can thank the dentist for this one. When miss B. came to me with this little package saying; "the dentist told me to chew this then brush my teeth." I should have taken these little packages and thrown them out!!! But no, I made the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;choice&lt;/span&gt; to follow what the dentist said. You can see the lovely results! By the way their tongues stayed that nice shade of pink for two days.  I don't know if their toothbrush bristles will ever be the same again! Miss B. and miss K. thought it was a lot of fun at first, but then it took 15 minutes of non-stop brushing with countless amounts of swishing and spitting to get their teeth back to the correct color! Whew! Thank you Lord for that knowledge, I won't repeat that one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681790205060403025-4144072176615707616?l=nwislandmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwislandmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4144072176615707616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681790205060403025&amp;postID=4144072176615707616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681790205060403025/posts/default/4144072176615707616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681790205060403025/posts/default/4144072176615707616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwislandmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/wise-choices.html' title='Wise Choices'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533799163893145680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SOMPIGGQtXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/G-JN959ciZs/s72-c/New+Pics+020-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681790205060403025.post-734716366008744867</id><published>2008-09-22T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:30:40.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AWANA's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SNgxZ8ISKJI/AAAAAAAAACA/CdomXWO8MVM/s1600-h/New+Pics+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SNgxZ8ISKJI/AAAAAAAAACA/CdomXWO8MVM/s320/New+Pics+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248999687407675538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A. W. A. N. A.    I want to live my life God's way!&lt;br /&gt;A. W. A. N. A.    I want to live my life God's way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the new AWANA's song and I hear it all day long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we have a second grade Sparkie, a Cubbie, and two little puggles! How can that be?!?&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/5681790205060403025-734716366008744867?l=nwislandmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwislandmama.blogspot.com/feeds/734716366008744867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681790205060403025&amp;postID=734716366008744867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681790205060403025/posts/default/734716366008744867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681790205060403025/posts/default/734716366008744867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwislandmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/awana.html' title='AWANA&apos;s'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533799163893145680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SNgxZ8ISKJI/AAAAAAAAACA/CdomXWO8MVM/s72-c/New+Pics+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681790205060403025.post-3289574743474127685</id><published>2008-04-29T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T16:22:35.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing at the Face of Danger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SBerPJSsJdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mTvo3IxKCJw/s1600-h/IMG_9798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SBerPJSsJdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mTvo3IxKCJw/s200/IMG_9798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194808971875853778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SBefSpSsJZI/AAAAAAAAABY/UyXIOSipyV4/s1600-h/IMG_9793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SBefSpSsJZI/AAAAAAAAABY/UyXIOSipyV4/s160/IMG_9793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;What is it about boys that makes doing something "dangerous" so much fun. It seems like every time I turn around today Mr T. is doing something he knows he shouldn't be doing. First climbing on the phone table to reach daddy's remotes on top of the piano (2nd &amp;amp; 3rd photos). Next he decides to climb in his walker toy (this might not be a bad thing) except he can't get both legs in! To follow up all this great fun, he climbs from the couch into a drawer so he can look at the family's DVD collection.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SBefS5SsJaI/AAAAAAAAABg/NdA3lwk1N1A/s1600-h/IMG_9794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SBefS5SsJaI/AAAAAAAAABg/NdA3lwk1N1A/s160/IMG_9794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Why look at the DVD collection? Because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;DVDs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; make great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;Frisbees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;! And this book holds a lot of DVDs. What's next you ask? Time will only tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is good about all this craziness is that it helps pass the time away. I am patiently (not really) waiting for Ducky Girl to start hatching her egg! After a week of off and on contractions she got to be pretty close. I don't know who's more ready, Ducky Girl, me , or Ms.B (she keeps asking is it time to go stay at the Sims yet?). Ducky Girl has got a sense of humor about the whole thing, she has now started a contest to guess when the baby will be born. Check out her blog for a chance at winning! She even has cool prizes! You can use the link on the right side listed under blogs that I love. Good luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SBefTZSsJcI/AAAAAAAAABw/wPFXScfJ9ak/s1600-h/IMG_9801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SBefTZSsJcI/AAAAAAAAABw/wPFXScfJ9ak/s160/IMG_9801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681790205060403025-3289574743474127685?l=nwislandmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwislandmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3289574743474127685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681790205060403025&amp;postID=3289574743474127685' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681790205060403025/posts/default/3289574743474127685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681790205060403025/posts/default/3289574743474127685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwislandmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/laughing-at-face-of-danger.html' title='Laughing at the Face of Danger!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533799163893145680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0L2v6eBJPR0/SBerPJSsJdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mTvo3IxKCJw/s72-c/IMG_9798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681790205060403025.post-1635777404028328933</id><published>2008-04-01T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T09:29:09.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal is just a setting on your dryer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   Isn't this title fitting! What about life is normal? Why do we want to be "normal"? I am truly guilty of wanting to be normal, which just made me feel more abnormal. Lately I have been feeling that God wants me to deal with my issue about wanting to be normal. Why can't I just accept me for what God has made me to be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   First, God had Brady and I take the Financial Peace class at church. Dave Ramsey says, "why be normal?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   Next I'm at a doctors appointment at Perinatal medicine (high risk pregnancy specialist) last week and the doctor's telling me what I'm telling him is not normal. I said, well this is normal for me to start having Braxton and Hicks about now. He says, no it's not Braxton and Hicks. Then God went on to prove the doctor right! (Man I hate that, I want to be right, but I guess that's why He's God and the doctor gets paid the big bucks!!) So now my normal for me pregnancy is not normal for me. The good news is I'm not on full bed rest and the medicine they are having me take seems to be working to stop the contractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Then as I am packing up some of my parents books, God brings a new one for me, in the form of a book called "Normal is just a setting on your dryer" by Patsy Clairmont. If you haven't read this book (which I doubt many people my age have) you should! Her humor and honesty will make you laugh out loud (just be carefully if you are reading this book near sleeping kids, you might wake them up) and want to cry at the same time. Okay God, I think this book was definitely one I needed to read. It was a great wake up call to quite worrying about being "normal" and just be the woman, wife, mother, sister, friend,and child you made me to be! If you're you, you're normal! Thank God!! I guess that means I no longer need to promenade out of the laundry room of life trying to appear normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681790205060403025-1635777404028328933?l=nwislandmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwislandmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1635777404028328933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681790205060403025&amp;postID=1635777404028328933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681790205060403025/posts/default/1635777404028328933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681790205060403025/posts/default/1635777404028328933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwislandmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/normal-is-just-setting-on-your-dryer.html' title='Normal is just a setting on your dryer!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14533799163893145680</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-5681790205060403025.post-7480390532568679261</id><published>2008-03-19T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T19:05:22.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Price of Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is just too good not to pass on to all. Something absolutely &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;positive for a change. I have repeatedly seen the break down of the cost of raising a child but this is the first time I have seen the rewards listed this way. It's nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The government recently calculated the cost of raising a child from birth to 18 and came up with $160,140 for a middle income family. Talk about sticker shock! That doesn't even touch college tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But $160,140 isn't so bad if you break it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It translates into:&lt;br /&gt;* $8,896.66 a year&lt;br /&gt;* $741.38 a month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;* $171.08 a week.&lt;br /&gt;* That's a mere $24.24 a day!&lt;br /&gt;* Just over a dollar an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still you might think the best financial advice is don't have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;children if you want to be "rich." actually it is just the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;What do you get for your $160,140?&lt;br /&gt;* Naming rights. First,middle and last!&lt;br /&gt;* Glimpses of God every day.&lt;br /&gt;* Giggles under the covers every night.&lt;br /&gt;* More love than your heart can hold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Butterfly kisses and Velcro hugs.&lt;br /&gt;* Endless wonder over rocks, ants, clouds, and warm cookies.&lt;br /&gt;*A hand to hold usually covered with jelly or chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;*A partner for blowing bubbles and flying kites&lt;br /&gt;* Someone to laugh yourself silly with no matter what the boss&lt;br /&gt;said or how your stocks performed that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For $160,140 you never have to grow up. You get to:&lt;br /&gt;* finger-paint&lt;br /&gt;* carve pumpkins &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;* play hide-and-seek &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* catch lightning bugs&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;* never stop believing in Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an excuse to: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;* keep reading the Adventures of Piglet and Pooh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* watching Saturday morning cartoons&lt;br /&gt;* going to Disney movies&lt;br /&gt;* wishing on stars.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;* You get to frame rainbows, hearts, and flowers under refrigerator magnets and collect spray painted noodle wreaths for Christmas hand prints set in clay for Mother's Day and cards with backward letters for Father's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For $160,140 there is no greater bang for your buck. You get to be a hero just for: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;* retrieving a Frisbee off the garage roof &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* taking the training wheels off a bike&lt;br /&gt;* removing a splinter&lt;br /&gt;* filling a wading pool&lt;br /&gt;* coaxing a wad of gum out of bangs&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;*coaching a sport's team that never wins but always gets treated to ice cream or pizza regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get a front row seat to history to witness the: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;* first step &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* first word&lt;br /&gt;* first bra&lt;br /&gt;* first date&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;* first time behind the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to be immortal. You get another branch added to your family tree and if you're lucky a long list of limbs in your obituary called grandchildren and great grandchildren. You get an education in psychology nursing, criminal justice, communications, and human sexuality that no college can match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the eyes of a child you rank right up there under God. You have all the power to heal a boo-boo, scare away the monsters under the bed, patch a broken heart, police a slumber party, ground them forever, and love them without limits. So one day they will like your love without counting the cost. 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