<?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-5175409941852645051</id><updated>2012-02-13T23:09:17.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Nina</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts and stories about mommyhood, baking, and my love for God.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-2385991580176211086</id><published>2012-02-13T22:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T23:09:17.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Responsibilities</title><content type='html'>I often feel overwhelmed by my responsibilities. Today I finished Valentines day orders, which was so fun.....and so much work! Along with that, I took care of my 3 needy girls, kept up with laundry, the dishes, preparing meals, hosting playgroup, baths, a workout, etc, etc. But at the end of the day I often turn on the news to unwind. I enjoy the news, I always have. Even in high school! Mostly the weather, I used to want to be a meteorologist! Haha. Anyway, tonight the news was filled with Whitney Houston's death. They showed an interview of her where she said that she knew God had given her a gift. Her voice, obviously. A lot of people can sing, but her gift was big!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember that verse Obama poorly referenced and used to illustrate rich people and taxes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For everyone to whom much is given, from him much will be required."&lt;br /&gt;Luke 12:48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was talking about a slave to his master, which can be most related to an employee to employer relationship in modern day. I think most of us can say work feels like our master sometimes! But I know that Gods word can always be used in our lives personally. Even if Jesus was talking about a slaves responsibilities, we can apply His word to us, today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a version in the Message Bible, I love this version. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great gifts mean great responsibilities; greater gifts, greater responsibilities!"(Luke 12:48 MSG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think the rich need to be held to the same tax standards, but I don't think this verse was appropriate for that. God has given us gifts, all of us. Whitney Houston's gifts gave her a public life and a job in the entertainment industry. My husband and children are my greatest gifts, among so many. But I am not in the public eye. So although at a different level, our responsibilities do exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's how we choose to use our gifts. I will choose right now to use my gifts to glorify the One who gave them to me. My Master.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God, I am sorry that I often don't appreciate all the gifts you've given me. But I take every and all responsibilities that go along with my gifts. Help me on the hard days! Give me Your strength God." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-2385991580176211086?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/2385991580176211086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2012/02/great-responsibilities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/2385991580176211086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/2385991580176211086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2012/02/great-responsibilities.html' title='Great Responsibilities'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-23967739110636603</id><published>2012-02-09T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T22:55:23.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment in Time</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I will be purchasing my first iPhone! I have been waiting for my 2 year upgrade to get the best deal on my phone, and saving my birthday money! I know, I sound like a 13 year old saving her babysitting money! 13, going on 30. Ha! But since I have turned 30 last week, I now have a huge pimple smack in the middle of my cheek! Yuck, sometimes I feel like I am 13 still! You know how when people lose a lot of weight and they have a hard time with their "new" skinny body? Well I have that opposite mentality! I still cant believe that I am 30 and overweight! Enough of that....anyway, back to the&amp;nbsp;new phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am SUPER excited to get a phone that functions properly, I am kind of sad to get rid of my old one! I have had this Droid Eris for almost 2 years. This phone reminds me of a particular moment in time. We had just moved into my parents basement with the girls (awaiting our next move), and I was so excited to have a smart phone! The twins weren't even one yet and the very first picture I took in it was Lili doing her "old man face" she used to do on command. It also documented when we were at playgroup and Gabi crawled into someone else's toy bin. I remember these moments like they were yesterday. My phone triggers those memories, and that specific period in time.&amp;nbsp; My babies were still babies, not even 1 yet. Its just like when I sort through my girls clothes and spot clothing that triggers a memory. I smell it and it brings me back to a different moment in their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my husband thinks I am TOO sentimental at times. I probably am. Isabella is now just like her mom, she cried when we got rid of our old hand me down TV for the new flat screen. She said, "I like our old TV!" We have moved so many times in the last few years and every time we move I feel like we leave a little bit of our hearts behind. I get sad when I have to move, even if I am excited for a bigger, better place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I am PUMPED for my iPhone! But when you replace the old there is always some hesitation to look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hopefully blogging on my new phone next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-23967739110636603?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/23967739110636603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2012/02/moment-in-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/23967739110636603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/23967739110636603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2012/02/moment-in-time.html' title='A Moment in Time'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-2453769879617847351</id><published>2012-01-17T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T14:11:23.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Partaay</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Today the girls and I stayed home and did girly stuff all day. My girls are the best.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Bella was dying to have a tea party so I told her we could have a tea party lunch. But first we baked peanut butter m&amp;amp;m brownies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fh2RRMILMH0/TxXodTOO4ZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jNmdP8_we7s/s1600/IMG_6615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fh2RRMILMH0/TxXodTOO4ZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jNmdP8_we7s/s320/IMG_6615.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;After mixing! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ipY9xL_9JDw/TxXok4XcQ3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/FaSiZtkSjYE/s1600/IMG_6617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ipY9xL_9JDw/TxXok4XcQ3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/FaSiZtkSjYE/s320/IMG_6617.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Placing the peanut butter M&amp;amp;M's in the brownie batter!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ100vKn6AQ/TxXovG4Y70I/AAAAAAAAAJc/3BNAgC4cEO8/s1600/IMG_6618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ100vKn6AQ/TxXovG4Y70I/AAAAAAAAAJc/3BNAgC4cEO8/s320/IMG_6618.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4y2if2NfntM/TxXo-GCfBBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9FFd2N9dNPE/s1600/IMG_6620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4y2if2NfntM/TxXo-GCfBBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9FFd2N9dNPE/s320/IMG_6620.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Counting M&amp;amp;M's! There are 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"seben" says Lili&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;After baking it was time to tea partaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2C1_wrSpbJw/TxXsBqipIGI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/q9ldcfnWHvA/s1600/IMG_6623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2C1_wrSpbJw/TxXsBqipIGI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/q9ldcfnWHvA/s320/IMG_6623.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tea party lunch! Mini peanut butter sandwiches, strawberries, flower shape cucumbers, turkey rolls AND...wait for it...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZxhLnNud-4/TxXsH3fklrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IpUXaEMu8ns/s1600/IMG_6624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZxhLnNud-4/TxXsH3fklrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IpUXaEMu8ns/s320/IMG_6624.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheese cut outs! The girls favorite part of the spread&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--K4BQDFzaGo/TxXsXUfvXKI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HyrgVbShrDM/s1600/IMG_6626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--K4BQDFzaGo/TxXsXUfvXKI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HyrgVbShrDM/s320/IMG_6626.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to make more! If you watch the show Raising Hope, you will appreciate these :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DyPrFBDkRFg/TxXsnQR4UtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oW8y2QzQMjc/s1600/IMG_6627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DyPrFBDkRFg/TxXsnQR4UtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oW8y2QzQMjc/s320/IMG_6627.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tea partying it up!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2_eVJJynLdw/TxXsq09PGyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/3tAw3hLRuqc/s1600/IMG_6628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2_eVJJynLdw/TxXsq09PGyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/3tAw3hLRuqc/s320/IMG_6628.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mNHRDTxMPzE/TxXs0I8fq7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/iQbzWbwxsh0/s1600/IMG_6629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mNHRDTxMPzE/TxXs0I8fq7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/iQbzWbwxsh0/s320/IMG_6629.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QxpPPynYKwI/TxXs4QVMZVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/cOprS-ZdTOQ/s1600/IMG_6630.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QxpPPynYKwI/TxXs4QVMZVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/cOprS-ZdTOQ/s320/IMG_6630.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N9oNoomHLPI/TxXvlJwcfYI/AAAAAAAAALE/IMMx0S_zyg0/s1600/IMG_6631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N9oNoomHLPI/TxXvlJwcfYI/AAAAAAAAALE/IMMx0S_zyg0/s320/IMG_6631.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Add caption&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vGJVrXcxzOk/TxXvu0aGDNI/AAAAAAAAALM/Ut6zIntIIQA/s1600/IMG_6633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vGJVrXcxzOk/TxXvu0aGDNI/AAAAAAAAALM/Ut6zIntIIQA/s320/IMG_6633.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And for dessert, our finished brownies, graham cracker cookies, and chocolate dipped pretzels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TO6vL54QS7k/TxXx1evyEwI/AAAAAAAAALU/02bbP5XSTnE/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TO6vL54QS7k/TxXx1evyEwI/AAAAAAAAALU/02bbP5XSTnE/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/5175409941852645051-2453769879617847351?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/2453769879617847351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2012/01/tea-partaay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/2453769879617847351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/2453769879617847351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2012/01/tea-partaay.html' title='Tea Partaay'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fh2RRMILMH0/TxXodTOO4ZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jNmdP8_we7s/s72-c/IMG_6615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-4550231185955495588</id><published>2012-01-14T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T22:38:04.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars</title><content type='html'>I haven't been this invested in the Denver Broncos for some years. I remember as a child loving them, football was in my blood. I also remember when I was in high school they won the Super Bowl back to back. That was so much fun! But this year, we made it only to the second round of the playoffs and I am so pumped. I actually started watching games again, instead of napping on Sunday afternoons. Some could call me a fair weather fan, but that's not it. I am a CU and Bronco fan for life! Just like CU, I want them to win, I don't speak badly about them, but I am awaiting to see some life in the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what life we saw this season in the Broncos. Not only were they ultimately successful on the field but they were stars. I think Tim Tebow was obviously the brightest star on the team when it came to attitude...and I really think his teammates followed. I just watched Tim Tebow's post game interview and all he talked about was the great opportunity he had this season, and what a privilege it was to hang out with&amp;nbsp;Zach McCloud he brought to the game. He said its all about your perspective and what lens your looking through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Tim has chosen to look at the world from the point of view of those less fortunate. He sees how insignificant a game win really is. On the same note, he is still an NFL athlete that plays his butt off for a win. I am sure he would love to be playing again next week, rather than not. But he see that isn't everything. I later saw a highlight from Tom Brady's post interview and he said, winning is all that matters. I am not kidding. He said it and I probably would never have noticed if I didn't&amp;nbsp;see the Tebow interview just before his. The FOX 31 news commentators gave Tebow a hard time saying that his win or lose attitude was not leadership or quarterback quality. I cant even tell you how much I would rather have that attitude in a quarterback! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't these the qualities we want to teach our kids? Is being the most winning-est anything really that important? When we get to heaven do you think God will want to know how many "games" we "won" in life, or how we glorified Him? Or how we loved one another? How we cared for those less fortunate than us. I for one, learned a lot about myself this Broncos season. Something I would NEVER have imagined I would say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season Tebow truly was a star and he shinned in a very dark place. Something I pray my for my kids every night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a  crooked and depraved generation, in which you &lt;span class="criteria"&gt;shine&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="criteria"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="criteria"&gt;stars&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="criteria"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; universe" Phil 2:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never heard so many harsh words about Tim, but I have also never seen so much optimism after coming off a 45-10 loss! What a bright future the Broncos have! What a bright future we have in Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma Nadine&amp;nbsp;gave me this quote when I was in college, only&amp;nbsp;a few short months before she died...&lt;br /&gt;"People are like stained glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within." ~Elizabeth Kubleu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GB2!! Win or lose!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b07dEzkITSk/TxJwzBGM37I/AAAAAAAAAJE/L4y4FBlt_fA/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b07dEzkITSk/TxJwzBGM37I/AAAAAAAAAJE/L4y4FBlt_fA/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" /&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/5175409941852645051-4550231185955495588?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/4550231185955495588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2012/01/stars.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/4550231185955495588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/4550231185955495588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2012/01/stars.html' title='Stars'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b07dEzkITSk/TxJwzBGM37I/AAAAAAAAAJE/L4y4FBlt_fA/s72-c/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-6913738653005590281</id><published>2012-01-02T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:24:36.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Next?</title><content type='html'>My four year old loves a celebration or party of any kind. Much like her mama, she loves any excuse to decorate, wrap presents, or get creative and make things. This last Christmas was definitely the most fun we have had with our girls on a holiday yet. They really are starting to understand the different holidays and what they are about. Its so fun. But after any birthday or holiday Bella always asks, "Whats next mom?". She always wants to know who's birthday is coming up, or which holiday we can decorate for. She even asks who's wedding is next. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I put away Christmas I thought about what was coming up for us in 2012. This month I will be turning 30! Yikes. But as far the rest of the year I hope there are some big things. Like big weight loss! I hope that every year, alongside much of America. I also hope for some fun and exciting adventures, a trip...somewhere, anywhere! My husband could really go for a beach vacation, or even a move to a state close to a beach. I am not sure about that, but I do want God to make some changes for our family. Since we move so often I always wonder as I put away Christmas decorations if I will be putting up my decorations on the same mantel next year. Every year I wonder if this will be the year we buy a home, or my husband gets a new job, or if I find my waistline!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For with all seriousness, the new year always brings up the question, whats next? Thanks for reading along as I find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spBI8g61Vs8/TwKRALYVbOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Qd32BTRqAOg/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spBI8g61Vs8/TwKRALYVbOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Qd32BTRqAOg/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" /&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/5175409941852645051-6913738653005590281?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/6913738653005590281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2012/01/whats-next.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/6913738653005590281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/6913738653005590281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2012/01/whats-next.html' title='What&apos;s Next?'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spBI8g61Vs8/TwKRALYVbOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Qd32BTRqAOg/s72-c/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-8520409345048663863</id><published>2011-12-21T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T22:15:18.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grown Up Christmas List</title><content type='html'>This is a heavy post. I know that Christmas is supposed to be a light hearted, fun and cheery time. For me it is, thankfully. I am so very blessed to not have any major sadness in my life. Although the negative balance in my bank account for the last 2 days seemed tragic for a moment...its so not. I have a healthy and happy family that I am very, VERY thankful for this year! My neighbor informed me last week that she has no one to celebrate Christmas with. She is feeling so very lonely with her kids and grand kids who are all living out of state.&amp;nbsp;My sorority sister is missing her mother who died of cancer years ago, but misses her like crazy.&amp;nbsp;My sister knows someone who has a husband dying of cancer. He has a 2 year old daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time of year can be the most wonderful time of the year for some, and for others the worst. Those of us so blessed and comfortable in life, we can so easily forget how blessed we really are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember as a child my mom would put on Christmas music from Thanksgiving to Christmas. I now do the same, by the way! But one song in particular brings a flood of memories. And not good ones. My parents went through some tough times and separations when I was younger. My mom&amp;nbsp;used to play Amy Grant's Christmas album and when the song&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt; Grown Up Christmas List&lt;/em&gt; &amp;nbsp;would come on she would talk about hers. One year I think she even wrote out a grown up list. The pain she was feeling was so apparent, and clearly the holidays was salt on her wound. The unhappiness she felt was amplified by Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Here is a version I can listen to &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/HfH_rfEe-F0"&gt;Grown Up Christmas List -Michael Buble&lt;/a&gt;. The Amy Grant version brings up too many memories for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life the hurt, loneliness, and pain is drowned out by the birth of Christ.The &amp;nbsp;Love, Grace, and Mercy Jesus gives me drowns all of this heavy stuff out.&amp;nbsp;I feel the need to apologize if at anytime a Christian has treated you with judgement, hate, or hostility. It may have been me. It may have been someone you loved dearly. But that is not Jesus. &amp;nbsp;He heals all, Loves all, Forgives all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, may it be full of JESUS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R7_TLZpYmeQ/TvLJes4sjQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BFz_t6L7sso/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R7_TLZpYmeQ/TvLJes4sjQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BFz_t6L7sso/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" /&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/5175409941852645051-8520409345048663863?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/8520409345048663863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-grown-up-christmas-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/8520409345048663863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/8520409345048663863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-grown-up-christmas-list.html' title='My Grown Up Christmas List'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R7_TLZpYmeQ/TvLJes4sjQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BFz_t6L7sso/s72-c/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-977763013076286204</id><published>2011-12-19T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T16:06:15.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warranty</title><content type='html'>My children have a little portable DVD player that we got as a gift from a friend for Bella when she was 2. When the twins were born I would often put on a movie for her while I was breast feeding, or we would use it in the car for long trips to visit family in Greeley. I have since replaced this 3 times. The first time the screen went out, the second time for the eject button malfunctioning. Now our third again has a faulty screen. Granted this DVD player is lower end (rhymes with Shmilps), and it is often operated by little 4 year old fingers,but&amp;nbsp;this thing just keeps going out! I went to exchange yet another one (to a place that rhymes with Shmall-Shmart) and they said that it was past the return date. I began to explain that I have had this problem twice before and have been given a replacement with no problems before. Apparently, they now have a database that will pull up your purchase date and only a 60 day period is for returns or exchanges. This is a great system...for criminals and people taking advantage of the system! But my latest replacement was mid summer. I do not think this is how long a DVD player should last, eh? Am I wrong? So after she told me she couldn't return it, she asked if I had bought a warranty. I had not bought one so she sent me on my way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="r g0"&gt;&lt;span style="padding-bottom: 14px; padding-right: 15px;"&gt;war·ran·ty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="sound_flash" style="display: block; height: 0px; position: absolute; width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="speaker-icon-listen-off" id="speaker_icon" style="margin: 0px 0px 0px 0.7em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="s"&gt;&lt;table class="ts"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: #666666; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 5px;" valign="top" width="80"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 5px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;table class="ts"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;ol style="padding-left: 19px;"&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: decimal;"&gt;A written guarantee, issued to the purchaser of an article by its manufacturer, promising to repair or replace it if necessary within a...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: decimal;"&gt;(in contract law) A promise that something in furtherance of the contract is guaranteed by one of the contractors, esp. the seller's...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warranty's are so dumb! Here, let me charge you an extra $20 to insure&amp;nbsp;my product does what it is suppose to. Yea, that makes a lot of sense. What happened to just guaranteeing your product will work like it supposed to regardless of a warranty. I mean if you want to get all extreme, I understand that a big purchase like a car can only be guaranteed to work for a certain amount of time. Great, but a $60 DVD player, REALLY?&amp;nbsp; It just seems silly to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, of course, began to parallel this to&amp;nbsp;life. People now have to buy warranty's on marriage (pre-nups) to ensure the marriage to even ensure it ends that way its supposed to! When we get married (in other words, make the purchase) don't we already guarantee love and&amp;nbsp;faithfulness? When we become Christians, don't we already guarantee love and forgiveness to others? I have been shown otherwise this year. I am not perfect and I mess up everyday. But it seems that people have forgotten what they promised upon the sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to pay extra for a product that should function as its supposed to anyway. Just like I refuse to accept that people are supposed to act as they wish no matter the cost it has on their relationships. Family is family regardless if you were married into it, or born into it. Defend the weak, help the poor. All things I don't need to buy a warranty for. I just need to do it, and work properly. I hope you do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h9yKgQP5uTw/Tu_RaKDMblI/AAAAAAAAAIY/c2Ofw0QiDDA/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h9yKgQP5uTw/Tu_RaKDMblI/AAAAAAAAAIY/c2Ofw0QiDDA/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" /&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/5175409941852645051-977763013076286204?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/977763013076286204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/12/warranty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/977763013076286204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/977763013076286204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/12/warranty.html' title='Warranty'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h9yKgQP5uTw/Tu_RaKDMblI/AAAAAAAAAIY/c2Ofw0QiDDA/s72-c/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-6165885539595708748</id><published>2011-11-16T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T11:01:55.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Tree</title><content type='html'>I have a tendency to be negative. I always look at the glass half empty, and usually lose a lot of sleep stressing about things. I also find myself always looking at what we don't have.&amp;nbsp; We don't have a house, we don't have a garage, we don't have really&amp;nbsp;nice clothes, we don't have a nice camera, so on and so on. Its sad the list I could make!&amp;nbsp;But I and not all bad, all the time! I do&amp;nbsp;have my moments of pure gratitude with Jesus. The other day I was putting away free food we got from a friend. Thanking God for free ground beef! But overall I have to admit I am always looking at&amp;nbsp;the downside, when in reality, I am so so so so very blessed.&amp;nbsp;I have healthy happy children...well most of the time! We currently have been overrun by boogers and coughs! We always have a full pantry, a warm home, and many many other luxuries that most of the world does not have. In fact my husband who is a native of Argentina likes to point out how very blessed we are! He laughs at how many toys our girls have! He is a very good check and balance for me when I fall into the typical American material mindset! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am making a Thankful Tree! An idea I found on Pinterest. Thank you Nichole for yet another time wasting activity! :) I am listing as many things as I can to put on my tree! Although I can have a bad case of "stinkin thinkin", in my heart of hearts I am so very thankful for what God has given me and my family. Here is my tree! The girls had fun helping me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2aJmGBe0p2w/TsQAK-AlnyI/AAAAAAAAAII/EzVwZgMZFN4/s1600/IMG_6390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2aJmGBe0p2w/TsQAK-AlnyI/AAAAAAAAAII/EzVwZgMZFN4/s320/IMG_6390.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some things Bella wrote she was thankful for: Her pillow, Monkey Bizness &lt;/div&gt;(a playplace), and drums :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c3WB9QICD7I/TsQCbm7FaZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3E2ryy7JXzY/s1600/IMG_6391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c3WB9QICD7I/TsQCbm7FaZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3E2ryy7JXzY/s320/IMG_6391.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some things I was thankful for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Mormor, my husband, my girls,  the dishwasher, my washer and dryer, my Ktichen Aid, and my bed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Col 3:15 Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you  were called to peace. And be &lt;span class="criteria"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/5175409941852645051-6165885539595708748?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/6165885539595708748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/6165885539595708748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/6165885539595708748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-tree.html' title='Thankful Tree'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2aJmGBe0p2w/TsQAK-AlnyI/AAAAAAAAAII/EzVwZgMZFN4/s72-c/IMG_6390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-8802319810768614229</id><published>2011-11-05T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T09:48:23.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Hoarding</title><content type='html'>Hoard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="sblk"&gt;&lt;div class="snum"&gt;1&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; to lay up a hoard of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sblk"&gt;&lt;div class="snum"&gt;2&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; to keep (as one's thoughts) to oneself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently discovered my child is a hoarder. No, she is not not stock piling old clothes, crafts, or even chickens. Rather, I found a pile of toys on her&amp;nbsp;top bunk, and under her sisters bed. My older sister was here the other day and was trying to give Isabella a pep talk about sharing with her sisters (she was crying about having to share her Barbies), and explaining how a certain little sister used to take her toys!&amp;nbsp;Us little sisters are such a pain :) Anyway, I have noticed her hiding toys in her bed, but yesterday the pile was out of control. I found two Barbie dolls, three Polly pockets, Buzz, Woody, two Jessie's, Dora, Boots, Rapunzel, among a bunch of other random small trinkets. Its funny how random crap is a treasure for her. Plus, I found old broken leaves and rocks&amp;nbsp;in her "jooly" box (jewelry box). She calls them her special things. I started to think about why she would keep these things. But its simple, to her these have meaning. To me they are trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the people on TLC living in mounds of stuff? I know they are crazy, I know they have serious issues. It makes me so sad, I cant watch. Usually at one time or another they lost everything (most of the time a loved one died), so now they hold on to EVERYTHING. Literally every wrapper has meaning. Although I don't hoard things, well I may hold on to things I shouldn't!&amp;nbsp; I am not a hoarder with material objects, but I think there are times I can hoard my feelings. Because of past hurts from relationships I often push a feeling or emotion back. With the intention of sharing the emotion later with my husband. I don't always do it intentionally. I&amp;nbsp;usually have intentions of going back&amp;nbsp;and opening up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For my daughter, a pretty leaf is her own perfect little treasure that she can tuck away for a later time. What she doesn't realize is that the leaf dies, falls apart and is even more meaningless than before. Much like our hidden emotions it rots, falls apart, and dies. Therein the same problem or issue still exists, and is not resolved. I am an out spoken person, but often emotionally hoard to avoid&amp;nbsp;conflict in my&amp;nbsp;marriage.&amp;nbsp;So I am making a point to tell my husband when something bothers me, or hurts me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-8802319810768614229?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/8802319810768614229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/11/emotional-hoarding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/8802319810768614229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/8802319810768614229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/11/emotional-hoarding.html' title='Emotional Hoarding'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-386333049991007708</id><published>2011-10-28T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T22:40:20.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dazed and Confused</title><content type='html'>So its been a while, I know. My mother keeps telling me, "oh that's funny, you should go blog!" But I haven't been in the mood for some reason. Or up to par. For the last 2 weeks I have been suffering from dizzy spells, extreme exhaustion, headaches, and a hard time breathing. I went online to one of those medical sites. According to my symptoms I could of had, Vertigo, Diabetes, Anemia, among a list of other diagnosis. Well after 2 weeks I finally went to get checked. Turns out I have an upper respiratory infection. The sinus cavities above my eyes are filling with gunk. Awesome. My brain is infected. It explains a lot really. It explains why when I would bend over to pick up toys i felt like someone kicked me in the head. Or why I would wake up feeling like I slept with a vice on my head. I just feel so dooped! I mean, I had no boogers, no runny nose, no other "cold" symptoms. I honestly at one point thought&amp;nbsp;I was pregnant. Yikes. No, no I am not! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking meds for the last few days I feel as though I have been lifted from the fog. I can function as a normal person again. I honestly felt so dazed and confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month we were able to go on a vacation to Las Vegas, for free. Because my husband kicks butt at his job. And we were also able to go to Steamboat Springs for a week with our favorite family and organization (1 Liquid House).&amp;nbsp; It was breathtaking.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I am back into the groove and blogging again. Here are a few pics of my lovelies, that just make me smile,&amp;nbsp;courtesy of Nichelle Tesone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r8B3-LDhI4g/TquQ-ATFqgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QPlA_VhLloM/s1600/DSC01835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r8B3-LDhI4g/TquQ-ATFqgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QPlA_VhLloM/s320/DSC01835.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7sLU2ncgZc/TquRftw5MtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/i3YE4VeGdRc/s1600/DSC01882.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7sLU2ncgZc/TquRftw5MtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/i3YE4VeGdRc/s320/DSC01882.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1KEUnu_RIG8/TquRo6rUYYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8Ks79WWabi0/s1600/DSC01914.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1KEUnu_RIG8/TquRo6rUYYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8Ks79WWabi0/s320/DSC01914.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/5175409941852645051-386333049991007708?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/386333049991007708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/10/dazed-and-confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/386333049991007708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/386333049991007708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/10/dazed-and-confused.html' title='Dazed and Confused'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r8B3-LDhI4g/TquQ-ATFqgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QPlA_VhLloM/s72-c/DSC01835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-6806853255806675426</id><published>2011-09-27T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T10:01:37.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Years of Labor</title><content type='html'>Today is my oldest daughter's birthday! My Isabella is 4 today and I am so happy and sad all at the same time! Today I also find myself in labor...so to speak. As a first time mom four years ago I think that I underestimated the things that motherhood would bring to my life. For example today I am laboring, or struggling with what to do about Bella and her school. Well, more like her teacher. From the first "meet the teacher" night I have not had a great feeling about her. For a preschool teacher she is cold, and very regimented. At first, Bella had a very hard time in the morning when it was time to go to school. She would cry and not want to go. I wrote it off as a transition period, but it doesn't seem to be getting much better. After talking with the head of the school, she reassured me that things would get better with time, and that Bella's teacher was very good academically. Now after having a "goal setting" conference with her teacher, it seems Bella is not where she should be with her alphabet and numbers. Yikes. I did not realize how cut throat this who school thing was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I could go on....but my point is that with children the labor never ends. I will be laboring the rest of my life for my sweet girls, and gladly too. I will fight and labor for my kids not matter what. They are worth all the pain in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who else feels that way about His children!? You got it, your Father in heaven does. Its just amazing to me, His love and grace for me is even greater than what I feel for my kids! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for enduring all the pain and suffering of the world, because you love us! 1 Cor. 15:58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" id="table_bible"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr id="1Cr_15_58_1077058"&gt; &lt;td class="vRefb"&gt;&lt;span class="nowrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="vDispb"&gt;"Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm. Let nothing move you.  Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your  &lt;span class="criteria"&gt;labor&lt;/span&gt; in the Lord is not in vain."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just leave you with a few photos that pull on my heart strings today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Isabella Brooke!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kiQp8ZNNctg/ToIAmkBs8HI/AAAAAAAAAHU/5blB9UPWepc/s1600/n543495710_1390548_9854.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kiQp8ZNNctg/ToIAmkBs8HI/AAAAAAAAAHU/5blB9UPWepc/s320/n543495710_1390548_9854.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUycuUb26Io/ToIAwLXqpPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/b9kBx9rjsZc/s1600/n543495710_1390547_9530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUycuUb26Io/ToIAwLXqpPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/b9kBx9rjsZc/s320/n543495710_1390547_9530.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-egygKHH0_JM/ToIA33D6POI/AAAAAAAAAHc/s-a_MN4hqzE/s1600/n543495710_1390562_9714.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-egygKHH0_JM/ToIA33D6POI/AAAAAAAAAHc/s-a_MN4hqzE/s320/n543495710_1390562_9714.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dIGs2RdQrlA/ToIBJ17qUbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/LvxOFwZRBoY/s1600/n543495710_1390564_712.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dIGs2RdQrlA/ToIBJ17qUbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/LvxOFwZRBoY/s320/n543495710_1390564_712.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ3n8cK0rmo/ToIBUcHB5KI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UEuXlewKhTE/s1600/n543495710_1390565_1282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ3n8cK0rmo/ToIBUcHB5KI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UEuXlewKhTE/s320/n543495710_1390565_1282.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/5175409941852645051-6806853255806675426?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/6806853255806675426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/09/four-years-of-labor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/6806853255806675426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/6806853255806675426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/09/four-years-of-labor.html' title='Four Years of Labor'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kiQp8ZNNctg/ToIAmkBs8HI/AAAAAAAAAHU/5blB9UPWepc/s72-c/n543495710_1390548_9854.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-8268716703867604162</id><published>2011-09-17T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T21:32:17.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no blog</title><content type='html'>Hello! I'mmm baaaack! SO its almost fall and I haven't not really kept up with the blog much. Mostly due to the new biz, and then my fully potty trained clan! Extra time has been spent at the pool! So sad its closed :( I have also been dealing with transition of Bella going to preschool! It's been hard for both of us, and I am still praying about if I should just be doing that stuff with her at home. I just honestly don't know if I have the time for it...but we will see. She loves school after, but going to school is the problem, its hard to leave her! We just love being together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have not been blogging much because I have felt somewhat uninspired. I usually have blog posts pop into my head throughout the day, but I just haven't lately. So I&amp;nbsp;am trying to listen to God a little more, slow down and feel inspired!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MS_vCUjCWhU/TnV0BuMHbgI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dYZgqvV8iss/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MS_vCUjCWhU/TnV0BuMHbgI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dYZgqvV8iss/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" /&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/5175409941852645051-8268716703867604162?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/8268716703867604162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/09/long-time-no-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/8268716703867604162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/8268716703867604162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/09/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time, no blog'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MS_vCUjCWhU/TnV0BuMHbgI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dYZgqvV8iss/s72-c/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-8194060840354916453</id><published>2011-08-15T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T15:58:54.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Love</title><content type='html'>I havent blogged in so long! Its been busy, and stressful. But its the small moments with God that have gotten me through. Wanted to share these lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it first when I was younger&lt;br /&gt;A strange connection to the light&lt;br /&gt;I tried to satisfy the hunger&lt;br /&gt;I never got it right&lt;br /&gt;I never got it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I climbed a mountain and l built an altar&lt;br /&gt;Looked out as far as I could see&lt;br /&gt;And everyday I’m getting older&lt;br /&gt;I’m running outta dreams&lt;br /&gt;I’m running outta dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Your love&lt;br /&gt;Your love&lt;br /&gt;The only the thing that matters is Your love&lt;br /&gt;Your love is all I have to give&lt;br /&gt;Your love is enough to light up the darkness&lt;br /&gt;It’s Your love&lt;br /&gt;Your love&lt;br /&gt;all I ever needed is Your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the effort I have given&lt;br /&gt;And you know exactly what it cost&lt;br /&gt;And though my innocence was taken&lt;br /&gt;Not everything is lost&lt;br /&gt;Not everything is lost nooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Your love&lt;br /&gt;Your love&lt;br /&gt;The only the thing that matters is Your love&lt;br /&gt;Your love is all I have to give&lt;br /&gt;Your love is enough to light up the darkness&lt;br /&gt;It’s Your love&lt;br /&gt;Your love&lt;br /&gt;all I ever needed is Your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the hope in the morning&lt;br /&gt;You’re the light when the night is falling&lt;br /&gt;You’re the song when my heart is singing&lt;br /&gt;it’s Your love&lt;br /&gt;You’re the eyes to the blind man&lt;br /&gt;You’re the feet to the lame man walking&lt;br /&gt;You’re the sound of the people singing&lt;br /&gt;It’s Your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Your love&lt;br /&gt;Your love&lt;br /&gt;The only the thing that matters is Your love&lt;br /&gt;Your love is all I have to give&lt;br /&gt;Your love is enough to light up the darkness&lt;br /&gt;It’s Your love&lt;br /&gt;Your love&lt;br /&gt;all I ever needed is Your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Your love&lt;br /&gt;(Your love is all that I needed)&lt;br /&gt;The only the thing that matters is Your love&lt;br /&gt;Your love is all I have to give&lt;br /&gt;Your love is enough to light up the darkness&lt;br /&gt;(Your love is all that I needed)&lt;br /&gt;It’s Your love&lt;br /&gt;Your love&lt;br /&gt;It’s all I ever needed&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/yfc9y7X3zog"&gt;Brandon Heath, Your Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-8194060840354916453?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/8194060840354916453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/08/your-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/8194060840354916453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/8194060840354916453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/08/your-love.html' title='Your Love'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-1910682110018789764</id><published>2011-07-11T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T00:04:05.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mother's Love</title><content type='html'>I just came off a crazy busy week, the twins turned 2, numerous cake orders, birthday party (my BBFF's birthday party and the twins)&amp;nbsp;Plus Pablo worked Sunday. Its always hard when he has to put in an extra day on the weekend. But it pays off later, literally :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started potty training Lili and Gabi yesterday. It's the end of day #2 and&amp;nbsp;I feel like they still don't get it! By this time with Bella she was sitting down and doing it all by herself! If I could pay someone to potty train the twins...I would, but whatever I would pay wouldn't be enough! Its been a hard&amp;nbsp;couple days. I am giving it one more day and then re-evaluating! (Maybe just one at a time, a different method, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all of this training got me thinking. How much does a mother love her child? There are all those cute little poems that say things like "a mothers love is unconditional" or "mothers are there to wipe your tears, and help you learn right from wrong". All of these things true, I cant help but to be more practical. I have said it before that all of the mushy mom devotionals are just blah to me. Same with those mother poems and sappy Hallmark cards. "Thanks for always being there mom, blah blah blah". Where is the card that says, "thanks for cleaning up my crap and teaching me to use the toilet mom!" Haha! But really, think about it...a mothers love is so much more than just being there through all of the hard times and teaching us our manners. Mothers love us SO much they will literally wipe our butts and clean up our poo! Here are some things I was thinking before writing this. I drew from women's lives around me who are loving their kids in such passionate and real ways that no poem or card could ever capture...I hope you can relate to one of these...they are all real, they are written about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother loves her child so much that she will continue to get pregnant and miscarry numerous times and endure the heart break over and over just to have a successful pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother loves so much she will scrub poop off of the patio on her hands and knees while she potty trains! (yep, that was me today!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother loves her baby so much that she will loose sleep and become delirious from sleep deprivation just to continue night feedings and comfort&amp;nbsp;midnight teething screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother loves her step kids so much that she will take them as her own and love and care for them because their real mother no longer wants them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother loves her kids so much she will scrub other peoples toilets just to pay the bills and put food on the table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother loves her children so much she will give up buying herself a new bra and underwear just to be able to buy them clothes and shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother loves so much she will stay up late washing dishes, doing laundry and cleaning house&amp;nbsp;while her children sleep just so that she will have time to play with her kids the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother loves her kids so much she is will clean up vomit just so her baby is clean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother will fight for her daughters life, even if that daughter is a murderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers, you are amazing! Now, of course I have to bring it all back to God now :) God loves us with that same passion you love your kids. He is just as devoted to us, just as in love, but even more. Take the time to soak some of that love and attention up. As moms we often feel under appreciated and very alone. Especially when our husbands get to go to work! But I would not trade places, not for a minute! Even at my worst, even at my most tired, I am so thankful that I have my 3 little loves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for this role, as hard as it may be, thank you for letting me love and care for my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1gsA6uWixGc/ThvwjpzeNgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HAB4tBaNJZY/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1gsA6uWixGc/ThvwjpzeNgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HAB4tBaNJZY/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" /&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/5175409941852645051-1910682110018789764?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/1910682110018789764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/07/mothers-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/1910682110018789764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/1910682110018789764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/07/mothers-love.html' title='A Mother&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1gsA6uWixGc/ThvwjpzeNgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HAB4tBaNJZY/s72-c/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-1315642466748638359</id><published>2011-07-05T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T13:57:23.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Injustice</title><content type='html'>Injustice drives me crazy. If someone takes my parking spot, I feel like "How unfair? How can people get away with being so rude"? More serious injustices like someone treating my family wrong also hurt my heart. Or people taking the side of an ex boyfriend that hit me and abused me. How can people NOT see what is so clear to me??? These people need to be brought to some sort of justice, right? This is something&amp;nbsp;I have long struggled with, and still do at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch the news and hear of the not guilty verdict for Casey Anthony, how can you not be all worked up? How can you not be steaming mad that what seems to be a HUGE injustice for this small child. No one is serving life in a jail cell for this baby's death, no one will be put to death, no one will be labeled the killer of Caylee. It stinks, it sickens me. BUT I have to let this and the injustices served to so many go, and give it to God. The Bible is clear that one day we will all be standing before God and answering to Him.&amp;nbsp;Although I do think Casey should be serving for the murder of her child, I have to know that its not my place to judge her. I will never know what happened with all of that. But God knows. When God meets Casey one day justice will be served. Not today, not tomorrow, but some day. Just like all of my sins will be judges as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, we will have to answer to God for our actions. So whether or not I think that justice is served in my life I hold out hope that my Daddy has my back, He will fight for me, and give the justice that I cannot. We feel so helpless. But with faith in God there is always justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="table_bible" id="table_bible" style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr id="2Ch_19_7_386007"&gt; &lt;td align="left" class="td_bible_verse_heading" valign="top" width="68"&gt;&lt;span class="nowrap"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="td_bible_text" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Now let the fear of the LORD be upon you.  Judge carefully, for with the LORD our God there is no injustice..." 2Ch 19:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Peace my friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03TIhbETJdo/ThN5gMlp0bI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fbYIlcp8B6k/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03TIhbETJdo/ThN5gMlp0bI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fbYIlcp8B6k/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-1315642466748638359?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/1315642466748638359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/07/injustice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/1315642466748638359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/1315642466748638359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/07/injustice.html' title='Injustice'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03TIhbETJdo/ThN5gMlp0bI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fbYIlcp8B6k/s72-c/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-4781460675403223466</id><published>2011-06-30T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T22:06:32.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's in Storage</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had to put all of your belongings in storage? I have. It is awful. I have had to twice while living with family. My sister just did, my parents have, and my sister in law has her stuff in one right now. I admire all the missionaries that sell everything and go to foreign countries with nothing. It was hard for me to have my things in a box, unable for me to enjoy. It taught me a lot. It taught me the simple life, a life with less things.&amp;nbsp;I can live without it all, I don't like to but I can! But even harder for me lately is that I feel as though I am putting a lot more in storage than my things. I have dreams for me and my family that I push out of my mind and put into "storage". Because the thoughts and dreams have not completely left my mind, I don't toss them out completely,&amp;nbsp;but rather just put in the big orange storage compartment of my brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I am very blessed woman, with a loving husband and 3 healthy girls. But I have these times of asking God why is the day to day stuff so difficult? It feels like I am in the deep end, with my head just above the water, not submerged, but almost. If I were to get hit with any little&amp;nbsp;wave I would inhale some water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until I can get all of my hopes and dreams out of storage, (btw that's where I keep my pre-baby body as well, in storage :) I will just lock it all up and keep on swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GUUY-XIPK10/Tg1VzevbPZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/g3rPogJnLBQ/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GUUY-XIPK10/Tg1VzevbPZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/g3rPogJnLBQ/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" /&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/5175409941852645051-4781460675403223466?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/4781460675403223466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-in-storage.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/4781460675403223466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/4781460675403223466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-in-storage.html' title='It&apos;s in Storage'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GUUY-XIPK10/Tg1VzevbPZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/g3rPogJnLBQ/s72-c/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-7123016975150805093</id><published>2011-06-15T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T22:15:29.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving furniture</title><content type='html'>My mom used to always rearrange our rooms, the living room, her room, you name it. She is good with spaces.&amp;nbsp;I used to wonder why she would move things. I get it now, well at least for me it makes a room look new, fresh, and different. Plus it changes a traffic pattern so the stains on the carpet can be covered! :) I feel like I need to move some furniture around but then I realize that the room is still the same room&amp;nbsp;no matter how you move things around! &lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago I got a call for a last minute cake order. Yay! I plugged in my Kitchen Aid and baked. It was late evening and the babies (I cant use this phrase much longer) we already in bed. There was a lightening storm rolling in and my eldest babe sat on the covered back patio with her stuffed elephant and milk and watched the storm. She is my daughter for sure. A rain lover, just like her mommy and her Mormor.&amp;nbsp; She asked Pablo why the thunder was so loud, to which he told her God was moving His furniture around. She said "Oh, He is getting our new house ready, I prayed for one last night with mommy!".&lt;br /&gt;THREE nights ago we were also sitting on the back patio when Bella asked if we could get a new house that had an upstairs. I told her I would love to get one but at this point only Jesus could give us one! So she prayed and asked God for a house with an upstairs, and a backyard. Oh my heart! She then looked at me and said, "I prayed to God who lives in the sky, and on the moon...." I smiled at her wisdom but then she said "...on the moon, with Santa Claus and all the presents." Doh! Well almost little one, but not quite! I think I need to re-teach her a few things! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I write this in hopes that God is preparing me a very special place in heaven. If I don't ever have my own house here on earth, I hope I have a huge one in heaven!!! In the meantime, Bella and I will keep asking for one here on the earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying God fulfills the desires of your heart! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 20:4 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May He grant your heart’s desires and make all your plans succeed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="keywordresultextras"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+20:3-5&amp;amp;version=NLT"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6CXmDJWRplk/TfmQeEfo99I/AAAAAAAAAHA/zbJE2Yqsb0M/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6CXmDJWRplk/TfmQeEfo99I/AAAAAAAAAHA/zbJE2Yqsb0M/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" /&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/5175409941852645051-7123016975150805093?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/7123016975150805093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/06/moving-furniture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/7123016975150805093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/7123016975150805093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/06/moving-furniture.html' title='Moving furniture'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6CXmDJWRplk/TfmQeEfo99I/AAAAAAAAAHA/zbJE2Yqsb0M/s72-c/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-2126429829561086231</id><published>2011-06-06T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T21:45:02.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting the grass with Scissors</title><content type='html'>I cleaned my house today, it had been a while! A thorough scrubbing and washing of linens towels, rugs, toilets, mirrors you name it.&amp;nbsp; But when it came time to vacuum I remembered that my dirt devil is not working! I sucked up a toy hot dog the other day while vacuuming Bellas room. SO I proceeded to&amp;nbsp;use my dust buster to vacuum the living room! I must have looked like a crazy person! I kind of felt like one. I just used it on the main traffic areas, but still, a little nuts. I began to think of how this reminded me of cutting grass with a pair of scissors! I felt like I was making little to no progress with my vacuuming, much like cutting one blade of grass at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man,&amp;nbsp;this applies to so many things in my life. Like&amp;nbsp;I have this huge yard that needs trimming but as soon as I start to make progress I look up and see this big field of grass that still needs to be done. I feel this way in finances, cleaning, parenting, weight loss, my prayer life...I could go on.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a worrier, as I have said before. My husband is not. He talked to me today to encourage me. He sees when my attitude changes. I begin to be preoccupied and cranky as the weight of life issues bare down on my shoulders. He heard a quote from Graham Cooke today that says "Your actions are an echo of your beliefs". Wow, if this is true I show little belief in God that He will take care of me and all my issues. My actions are a reflection of how my heart feels. I really need to put my anxiety into check because I say that I trust God but so often I am anxious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I need to continue cutting (or vacuuming :) what I can, work on the small picture while God can choose to come through with is big sit down mower anytime! I must remember that God can take care of all things that just seem impossible to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 19:26 &lt;br /&gt;Jesus looked at them and said, with man this is impossible, but &lt;b&gt;with&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;God&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;things&lt;/b&gt; are &lt;b&gt;possible&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bh8tAinxeKg/Te2sw-Ea4BI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4WWXt9emnGA/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bh8tAinxeKg/Te2sw-Ea4BI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4WWXt9emnGA/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="keywordresultextras"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew+19:25-27&amp;amp;version=NIVUK"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-2126429829561086231?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/2126429829561086231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/06/cutting-grass-with-scissors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/2126429829561086231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/2126429829561086231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/06/cutting-grass-with-scissors.html' title='Cutting the grass with Scissors'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bh8tAinxeKg/Te2sw-Ea4BI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4WWXt9emnGA/s72-c/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-5979910781975546873</id><published>2011-06-02T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T20:37:51.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejected!</title><content type='html'>I miss blogging! Today while the girls were in playgroup I chose to catch up on some laundry that have been clean in baskets waiting to be out away, the girls had been laying in the baskets playing sleeping babies the night before...so some refolding was needed as well! I give you full time working moms LOTS of credit for balancing all that you do!&amp;nbsp;I find the extra hours I have been baking has been taking a toll on my house work!&lt;br /&gt;This new business venture of mine has also been teaching me to form a thicker skin! I think it is fair to say that NO ONE likes to be rejected, eh? I have been so very blessed with at least 2 baking jobs a week, but I get a couple inquiries a week that I get turned down. Mainly because of my prices. I do however try to stay lower than local bakeries doing the same kinds of cakes. (I just cant beat a Wal-Mart price!)&amp;nbsp;It's just so hard to take a NO sometimes! Not feeling good enough&amp;nbsp;for someone can sure make you feel awful. I am so thankful that I have a wonderful family that doesn't reject me, and LOVES me regardless. More importantly I am thankful for my God who doesn't love me depending on my performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this finds you all knowing how accepted you truly are by the King!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to design a laptop grooms cake! Yay for my Caroline! Excited! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h2JoRNu9SYQ/TehW_wRJr-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/_iUOzCUqOGk/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h2JoRNu9SYQ/TehW_wRJr-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/_iUOzCUqOGk/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" /&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/5175409941852645051-5979910781975546873?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/5979910781975546873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/06/rejected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/5979910781975546873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/5979910781975546873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/06/rejected.html' title='Rejected!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h2JoRNu9SYQ/TehW_wRJr-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/_iUOzCUqOGk/s72-c/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-3041720745828677335</id><published>2011-05-26T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T14:43:12.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 3 Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my last post! This month of May has brought so many new and exciting things, as well as some difficult stuff too! I have recently launched a new business! It is called &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Centennial-CO/My-3-Cupcakes/147149052024634"&gt;My 3 Cupcakes&lt;/a&gt;! After being told I need to sell my baking for years, I have finally done it. Or I should say, God has finally put this all into place! I really did not even try. I had someone approach me with a need for a cake and some money, and then another... and then boom! I now have at least 6 "gigs" for June! It is all a bit mind boggling to me. Weather or not this fizzles out or stays strong and grows, either way it has been so fun and ego boosting!&amp;nbsp; It has also brought on many long nights of dreaming about about cakes, and orders and money....blah, the money part if it is my least fav.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, HOPEFULLY, one day someone can deal with the money part of it! The anxiety is getting better but I can still feel it creep up on me from time to time! As my friend Hayley said, you are just getting your feet wet! I hope the wetter my feet, the less anxiety I feel about my cake orders! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my business card!!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6r9ciyhY9Kc/Td7Iqf9JwpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GC6B7hYkPPs/s1600/Nina%2527s+business+cards+-+Page+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6r9ciyhY9Kc/Td7Iqf9JwpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GC6B7hYkPPs/s320/Nina%2527s+business+cards+-+Page+007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-3041720745828677335?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/3041720745828677335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-3-cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/3041720745828677335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/3041720745828677335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-3-cupcakes.html' title='My 3 Cupcakes'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6r9ciyhY9Kc/Td7Iqf9JwpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GC6B7hYkPPs/s72-c/Nina%2527s+business+cards+-+Page+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-1801474346281445713</id><published>2011-05-03T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T22:41:21.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I am a sinner!</title><content type='html'>Today Bella was trying to hide something in her pocket from me, and I said "you little stinker!" She looked at me and said, "Yes!&amp;nbsp;I am a stinker!" Well, at least she was admitting it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be the first to admit I am not perfect. Far, far from it! Someone told me last week that I was acting like I was a "perfect Christian". I am pretty sure this was meant to be a slam. I am nothing, me, my flesh, my mind, are imperfect. I will admit to this happily. I sin everyday, I fail to live up to being a perfect follower of Jesus daily. These are not things I am proud of, but lets face it we are all lacking. But because of my Jesus I can strive to be something better!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 2:23 "for all have sinned and &lt;b&gt;fall&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;short&lt;/b&gt; of the glory of God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="keywordresultextras"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans+3:22-24&amp;amp;version=NIVUK"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living by God's GRACE and MERCY daily, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DptB4h0iux0/TcDje06rMfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9r9PiLX8ga8/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DptB4h0iux0/TcDje06rMfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9r9PiLX8ga8/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Made these last week for a dinner with my in laws, oh how baking makes my heart happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lIE90Y9Ja-4/TcDkNjkrYrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/anVnb7JYFEQ/s1600/IMG_5285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lIE90Y9Ja-4/TcDkNjkrYrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/anVnb7JYFEQ/s320/IMG_5285.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Zh_96nO8H0/TcDkS9spckI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HNmTmaKU-Mg/s1600/IMG_5286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Zh_96nO8H0/TcDkS9spckI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HNmTmaKU-Mg/s320/IMG_5286.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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1&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; to cherish a desire with anticipation 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; to desire with expectation of obtainment 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; to expect with confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;I have always loved the verse 1 Cor 13:7, I used it on my wedding invitations. I had "faith hope and love" on my wedding cake, I have it all through out my home in various places. I have always found it easy to embrace faith and love, not fully understanding hope. Or experiencing it. &amp;nbsp;Recently I have discovered hope. There is all kinds of destruction going on around me, all different struggles, I have said this&amp;nbsp;in previous posts.&amp;nbsp;People, who know better, making awful hurtful decisions. I have been having a hard time as well. You see, we are really struggling this month financially. It's hard to admit, especially on a public blog. But I really feel like God wants me to share this and my hope with you. My husband is a great provider. He works extra days just for an extra buck. If you know him at all, you would agree his work ethic is like no other. I have had some random "gigs" lately too, but things are rough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;We have a friend who is a pastor in Greeley, and he tells this story about when he and his wife were first married they got their car repossessed. All he could do was laugh. Things were so bad that he just laughed. I have gotten to that point. I hung up our notice of disconnect from Xcel on the fridge as if it were&amp;nbsp;one of Bella's projects.&amp;nbsp;Our first notice ever! Have you ever had less than a dollar in your bank account?&amp;nbsp;Talk about trust and hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;We have food in our pantry, a roof over our head and clothes. The girls are (thankfully) clothed by others who love to buy them things. I usually would be stressed to the max, sleepless, and crying. Well ok, I did all that last week. But this week I have a new&amp;nbsp;hope. An anticipation that all things will work out for good. I know God has a plan for all of those people that I am concerned about. I know He will take care of me also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;I am excited for things to come, I am ready for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;Romans 12:12 "Rejoice in our confident &lt;b&gt;hope&lt;/b&gt;. Be patient in trouble, and keep on praying."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;Happy Birthday Mom! I got to bake a lot this week=happy me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0sXOKtohY1M/Tbc-JTk71dI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ig_Ga67FxLM/s1600/IMG_5294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0sXOKtohY1M/Tbc-JTk71dI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ig_Ga67FxLM/s320/IMG_5294.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="keywordresultextras"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans+12:11-13&amp;amp;version=NLT"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-2656338737472067736?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/2656338737472067736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/04/hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/2656338737472067736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/2656338737472067736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/04/hope.html' title='HOPE'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0sXOKtohY1M/Tbc-JTk71dI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ig_Ga67FxLM/s72-c/IMG_5294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-6038320696559257652</id><published>2011-04-19T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T14:59:43.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Puzzle</title><content type='html'>Lately Isabella has been really into puzzles. She has a small stack of wood ones, cardboard ones, and she even plays virtual ones on computers and iphones. Whatever she can get her hands on! We occasionally lose pieces (mostly because of the little sister's). This drives Bella bonkers. She cannot stand when there are missing pieces, she asks me to go to the store to see if they have the lost pieces. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too hate a missing piece. In a puzzle, or in life. I feel as though there are so many missing pieces in my life. I have my amazing husband and kids and Jesus Christ as my Savior, but I feel as though there are more pieces that need to be filled in. I heard an analogy once relating life to a painting. There are different layers and colors that have to be painted, which initially looks like a mess, but when finished a beautiful painting is revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my puzzle will never be finished in this lifetime. Or God may have the missing pieces in His hand waiting to reveal it at the perfect time (something I used to do as a child so that I could be the last to finish the puzzle, oooh &amp;nbsp;ah hahaha &amp;lt; evil laugh). &amp;nbsp;Although Gods reasoning behind withholding some &amp;nbsp;pieces is probably much different than mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I wait for the next piece to fall in place. The next step to having God's full plan in place for my life. Yet, why is it so hard to wait and trust? Like I said, I do hate an unfinished puzzle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 143:7 "I'll go to sleep each night trusting in you." &lt;/b&gt;(The Message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you God, sorry my mind doubts... my heart knows you have it all under control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2TTjiqvGU0/Ta4FAbOeVKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y_bBd-awbrw/s1600/photo-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2TTjiqvGU0/Ta4FAbOeVKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y_bBd-awbrw/s320/photo-1.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lili, Bella, and Gabi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We did some Easter baking at my moms today! Butterscotch birds nests, sugar cookies, and rice crispy treats! &amp;nbsp;Notice the new little spatuala's from Mormor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-6038320696559257652?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/6038320696559257652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/04/puzzle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/6038320696559257652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/6038320696559257652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/04/puzzle.html' title='The Puzzle'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2TTjiqvGU0/Ta4FAbOeVKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y_bBd-awbrw/s72-c/photo-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-7757484345587205823</id><published>2011-04-13T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T10:23:56.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Through Today</title><content type='html'>Some days are easier than others. Today is not an easy one. In fact this past week has been pretty difficult.&amp;nbsp; After helping my husband get through the stomach flu Friday and Saturday, I then got it Sunday along with my Lili. Now here I am Wednesday, still suffering from a raw stomach, cleaning up sheets, floors, bathrooms and clothes from all kinds of bodily fluids that seem to not want to go away. Lets just leave it at that. My point for sharing this awful morning I have had so far is because no one ever tells you that this is going to happen as a mom. Yes, you see your own mother go through it, but nothing ever prepares you for these kinds of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have this sweet little daily devotional book for moms. It usually starts with a short little lesson about some kind of characteristic a mother has, followed by a Bible verse. Sweet? Yes. Cute? Yep. Uplifting? Perhaps. Practical? Not for me. I need a devotional that has daily advice like, "Today you will be cleaning up poop and vomit, hang in there, Jesus loves you!". Or maybe, "You may want to run away from your life today, please&amp;nbsp;don't, it will get better soon!". Maybe my life is&amp;nbsp;an&amp;nbsp;exeption, maybe things are just that much harder in the Aguirre house!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Even the most normal&amp;nbsp;days at home with my girls&amp;nbsp;have enough struggles to make being a mom so difficult. I have so much on my mind, from finances to family stuff. How do I just focus on today? We are supposed to be leaving town Friday! Go away stomach flu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep having to postpone plans, move play dates, cancel activities...our&amp;nbsp;social life will just have to wait I suppose! In the mean time I will just try to get through today. To my fellow mommies, if you are in need of a daily devotional about poop, I am your girl!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:34 "Therefore do not &lt;span class="criteria"&gt;worry&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span class="criteria"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;, for &lt;span class="criteria"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; will  &lt;span class="criteria"&gt;worry&lt;/span&gt; about itself. Each day has enough trouble of  its own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TjxvuKkTVq0/TaXcEitqcPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QZBltruK-IA/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TjxvuKkTVq0/TaXcEitqcPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QZBltruK-IA/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P.S. I havent baked in so long...*sigh*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-7757484345587205823?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/7757484345587205823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/04/getting-through-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/7757484345587205823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/7757484345587205823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/04/getting-through-today.html' title='Getting Through Today'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TjxvuKkTVq0/TaXcEitqcPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QZBltruK-IA/s72-c/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-3836263458337770697</id><published>2011-04-08T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T08:44:56.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Free Will Death Dive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I mentioned in my last blog post, I have the most precious little nephew in the NICU getting stronger everyday! He is doing so well. He kicked his jaundice, and is making more progress daily. Yet the one thing keeping him in the hospital are his death dives. His daddy (my brother in law) has coined these episodes that name! Most preemies have this problem, they forget to breathe!&amp;nbsp;They&amp;nbsp;just dont know how yet.&amp;nbsp;Sounds silly, but they are supposed to be in the womb with mama doing all the breathing for them. Although mighty Max is getting few of these death dives, and learning how to recover on his own, the nurse usually&amp;nbsp;has to rub him and wake him up a bit to get him to start breathing again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Maximus does not intentionally doing this, but we as adults make "free will death dives" all the time! I feel like there are so many people around me, whom I dearly love, that are choosing death. Not literally (although some of their actions are risky) they are choosing the path that may stop them from living in what God wants. We choose to stop breathing. We choose to use drugs, cheat on our spouse, give up on our marriage, neglect our kids, mistreat our friends, develop eating disorders,&amp;nbsp;or walk away from God. Unlike baby Max, we decide that this way is easier, less hurtful, more convenient. Life isn't easy friends. Jesus never said it would be. But God has given us free will to choose Life. He even gave us free will to choose Him....or not. That's how much He loves us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my cry people, don't choose death. Stay and fight. Even if little Max is unable to control his death dives, he sure is fighting for life. But remember, no matter how far we run, Gods love is still there. He never leaves us or forsakes us. Nothing we choose will ever keep Him from loving us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to  separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." -Romans 8:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u-hugqG8AJ8/TaB-mYNYdqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7DRVnF5SouA/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u-hugqG8AJ8/TaB-mYNYdqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7DRVnF5SouA/s1600/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-3836263458337770697?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/3836263458337770697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/04/free-will-death-dive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/3836263458337770697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/3836263458337770697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/04/free-will-death-dive.html' title='A Free Will Death Dive'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u-hugqG8AJ8/TaB-mYNYdqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7DRVnF5SouA/s72-c/187CD461293D3721BC74314B9C53FF0E.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-5772909971196014158</id><published>2011-04-01T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:27:32.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Side of Guilt</title><content type='html'>Twenty one months after the twins were born, I finally had my first night away from them last night! With Bella I think we went to a hotel without her when she was 6 months! Don't worry, we didn't leave her home alone, she was with my mom. :) The babies and Bella&amp;nbsp;also stayed with my parents last night. I don't have to worry about them there, knowing their needs will be met, they will have fun, and most importantly they will be safe! Yet, with all this considered I cant help but still feel guilty about leaving them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I used to think about being a mom I don't remember thinking "I want to be a mom, and don't forget the side of guilt please!" I am not sure what it is, but I feel guilty about&amp;nbsp;a lot of&amp;nbsp;things with my children. I feel bad if&amp;nbsp;I have to leave them with people for a long period of time, even if its with my husband. I feel horrible if I don't feed them enough fruit or veggies, if they sat in a wet diaper too long, or went to bed late! Don't get me wrong, I am not&amp;nbsp;consumed with these emotions constantly, but I do feel a slight pinch in my heart if I am not totally meeting my girls needs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister in law just gave birth last night to my adorable and very early nephew Maximus! (hence the girls sleeping out, we were at the hospital) He is teeny tiny and cannot be held yet. My sis in law&amp;nbsp;told me that she feels so awful that she cant hold him and feed him yet. All this because he is in an incubator with tubes, clearly not her fault and there is nothing she can do about it but wait! My point being, she has been a mom for barely a day and already feels guilt! She will be a great mommy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am coming away from this reflection trying to think in a different way. I have to find that place where I can let people take care of them without feeling like I am a burden. I hate making people feel put out or like I am unloading my kids on anyone, but I need to get away from them more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....anyone want to babysit tomorrow? Just kidding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-5772909971196014158?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/5772909971196014158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/04/side-of-guilt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/5772909971196014158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/5772909971196014158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/04/side-of-guilt.html' title='Side of Guilt'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-4867960652562948007</id><published>2011-03-18T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T23:38:02.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Shoes Were Made For....</title><content type='html'>What household duties do you have to accomplish daily? For me its usually, empty dishwasher, do a load of laundry, sweep and vacuum. (I am not talking about the daily meals, caring for children, etc, etc. I could go on). I pretty much daily have to do these activities and lately I have been doing them in heals. Oh yes, heals. I have been trying to break in shoes for my sisters wedding and these activities remind me to put on the shoes. I am not sure why really. In any case, I decided vacuuming in heals is the best way to get my shoes broken in, and it is&amp;nbsp;kind of fun.&amp;nbsp;I rarely wear heals. I have not bought any shoe that was not a flip flop in years, and my shoe shelf is extremely&amp;nbsp;outdated. It is quite sad. My shoes look how I feel sometimes! Old worn out and tired. Previously new and shiny, but then run down with&amp;nbsp;daily activities. Maybe that is why I wear my new shoes while&amp;nbsp;doing house&amp;nbsp;chores...I know how often I do those and how tiring&amp;nbsp;it is, therefore my new pretty shoes will get comfy and tired while doing all the work whilst on my feet? Am I making any sense? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell you&amp;nbsp;much about shoe fashion right now.&amp;nbsp;I typically pick the most comfy practical pair to get me through each day without giving me pains. I know of some really good baby shoes though! I know much more in kids fashion these days! Because of my sisters wedding I have made more purchases for myself in the last 2 months, then in the last 3 years put together! Lots to do this week, and lots of rest needed! Off to bed I go!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PiAhXJksSqI/TYRJk71F1BI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8Pyxb8fXSWk/s1600/IMAG0567.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PiAhXJksSqI/TYRJk71F1BI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8Pyxb8fXSWk/s320/IMAG0567.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Ileana (Lili) enjoying one of my new pairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Isaiah 40:31 &amp;nbsp;But those who wait on the LORD will find new strength. They will fly high on  wings like eagles. They will RUN and not grow weary. They will&amp;nbsp;WALK and not  faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am needing some renewed strength mentally, physically, spiritually, and emotionally right now. God, my hope is in You! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Click the follow button on my blog page&amp;nbsp;and be an official follower :) I like to know who is reading this, it&amp;nbsp;helps me write!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-4867960652562948007?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/4867960652562948007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/03/these-shoes-were-made-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/4867960652562948007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/4867960652562948007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/03/these-shoes-were-made-for.html' title='These Shoes Were Made For....'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PiAhXJksSqI/TYRJk71F1BI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8Pyxb8fXSWk/s72-c/IMAG0567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-6535964468469818861</id><published>2011-03-13T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T08:48:57.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing to a Different Tune</title><content type='html'>The weather has been spectacular lately! With a high of 60+ degrees the next few days, we will be out enjoying the sun! When in the car last week we (meaning the girls and I) were on our way home from a day at Mormors and listening to music. Bella is at an age where she can ask for music she enjoys. Usually she asks for princess songs. Since my princess music collection is non existent, we usually just plug in my phone and listen to the children's Disney channel on Padora. With the windows rolled down I found myself fist pumping and singing to Imagination Movers, Hot Dog (Mickey Mouse), and Choo Choo Soul.&amp;nbsp; Wow. There was a time in my life I would pull up to an intersection bumping to something cool, sun glasses on, and more than likely a cigarette dangling out the window! Yes, I am a former smoker. SO very weird to think about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have blogged many times about having out of body experiences, the moments of "how did I get here"? Well, it happens a lot. I often look back on my life and think, reflect, ponder. In fact, just tonight I was looking at old pictures with Pablo and he is still shocked at what I used to look in high school and college! My former body that was pre-babies, cigarette addicted, and eating disordered sure looked nice in pictures. I was sure unhappy though. I often have past feelings creep up on me. Since dieting and working out, my former ways sure seem much easier. Talking with my husband last night he said "you can't change the past, but you can the future." He even quoted Tony Horton, "Do your best, and forget the rest!" this&amp;nbsp;triggered laughing....if you know P90X then you will get this!&amp;nbsp;Thanks P90X. All you can do is move forward and not look back. But we were also talking about how amazing it was to look back when we were 19 and how far away 29 seemed. Now its the opposite ...19 seems so long ago! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from my rambling I mean this, choose a new song, make a change, move on. We cant change the mistakes we made yesterday, but we change today. As Mickey Mouse sings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hot dog, hot dog, hot diggety dog&lt;br /&gt;It's a brand new day&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;Get up, stretch out, stomp on the floor!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"Hot dog, hot dog, hot diggety dog!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-6535964468469818861?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/6535964468469818861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/03/singing-to-different-tune.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/6535964468469818861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/6535964468469818861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/03/singing-to-different-tune.html' title='Singing to a Different Tune'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-2264095072629670639</id><published>2011-03-07T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T17:08:42.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow!</title><content type='html'>God tells us to be slow to anger, it is all over the Bible. I never really understood this until lately. Usually if my children do something super naughty I can feel steam shoot from my ears instantly! For example, the other night Bella was in the bath and was pouring water in cup fulls onto the towel, rug, and bathroom floor. My first reaction was the instant rise in temperature and anger. In my head I was thinking, "she knows better!". So after an angry reaction and a gasp with a "NO!", I asked her why she did that!? She then looked at me with innocent brown eyes and in her small voice said, "I want to grow flowers!".&amp;nbsp; I suddenly melted, and explained to her why flowers could not grow there. &amp;nbsp;You see, we have been growing some seeds in little pots and she is in charge of watering them. Aunt Nichole gave us little egg pots, with soil and flower seeds. Isabella was way to excited to wait to grow them outside, so we went ahead and started them. I hope they don't grow too big before we need to put them in a bigger pot outside! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in her naughty-ness she was actually trying to make something beautiful grow on the bathroom floor! In her naive actions she does not realize that the conditions are not quite right. No soil, seeds, pots, or sun. I could not help but think of all the things in my life I try to grow that are not in ideal conditions. For instance, relationships. There are some friendships that I occasionally want to water. Some people that I want a relationship with but the conditions are not right. My friend Hayley, who was in my wedding (5 years ago this summer) went to school in Seattle for 4 years. While she was off at college, I was having babies and starting my life with Pablo. With occasional&amp;nbsp;phone calls&amp;nbsp;and visits, this "watering" was not doing much for our friendship. I was often upset that this friendship was not stronger.&amp;nbsp;Its not that we didn't love each other, or want a friendship, we were just in different places. Different physical locations, and also different places in our lives. She now lives back in Denver, and we have been able to reconnect and relate to each other on so many different levels! She is A maz zazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, there are many friendships I could try harder at growing. Yet, I have come to realize that this just may not be the time for those friendships to grow. So I will wait, maybe one day the soil will be just right. I will not force a friendship, but I will continue to love from a distance. Knowing that they will always have a special place in my heart. Who knows what the future holds! LOVE to you all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are our little pots in the kitchen window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Yz1YpawA0Fg/TXWBD0EVo7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/_7im6bIHGJ0/s1600/IMG_5254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Yz1YpawA0Fg/TXWBD0EVo7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/_7im6bIHGJ0/s320/IMG_5254.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you ask Bella what kind of flowers she's growing, she would tell you "Daisies, pink ones, and lellow ones!"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-2264095072629670639?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/2264095072629670639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/03/grow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/2264095072629670639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/2264095072629670639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/03/grow.html' title='Grow!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Yz1YpawA0Fg/TXWBD0EVo7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/_7im6bIHGJ0/s72-c/IMG_5254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-2232125116694004281</id><published>2011-03-01T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T11:27:36.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kings vs Wally World</title><content type='html'>We are always in need of milk and bananas.&amp;nbsp; Most weeks I find myself in the grocery store at least 3 times, if not more! My children's love for fresh fruit and milk make grocery runs an every other day occurance! Just buy a lot you say, stock up, right?. Well, bananas brown and milk goes bad. Plus the more I buy, the more we seem to consume! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to not shop with my girls, but&amp;nbsp;most of the time I have to bring them with. Leaving small children home alone is frowned upon.&amp;nbsp;(JK!)&amp;nbsp;I wish&amp;nbsp;I didnt have to grocery shop at all. I DREAD going to the store for a massive shopping trip. Something I have learned to loathe just recently. I used to enjoy strolling the aisles, looking for a deal or checking off my list of my "pre planned" meals for the week. Now its more like the gorcery cart game show. A mad dash to grab a deal, keep kids happy, and not forget what I wrote on my grocery list....the one I left at home. Inevetebly something is always forgotten and then carried over to next weeks list! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I really do not like the whole shopping expeirence, I choose Kings Soopers over Wal-Mart almost everytime. In order to keep myself somewhat happy. I have had many discussions with moms about which store is cheaper. Oh yes, I do sit around and have "gorcery talk"! Oh, my life is thrilling! If you care about this topic as much as I do, then you may enjoy the following list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Reasons I Shop at King Soopers (Not Wal-Mart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. They have sales, and markdowns, and weekly mailers&lt;br /&gt;14.&amp;nbsp;I can find a parking spot close to the entry&lt;br /&gt;13. The employees are friendly and actually SMILE&lt;br /&gt;12. They have a 1 cent horsey ride, they even provide the penny!&lt;br /&gt;11. I get 10 cents off my gas with my Soopers card&lt;br /&gt;10.&amp;nbsp;Kings sends me a personalized coupon packet for items I buy often&lt;br /&gt;9. They have fruit samples in the produce section&lt;br /&gt;8. They have the "car cart", I can buckle down all 3 kids!&lt;br /&gt;7. The deli lady has&amp;nbsp;teenage twin girls, she gives me advice every Thurs, and gives the girls cheese :)&lt;br /&gt;6. They have adorable gourmet cakes and treats in the bakery that we like to look at!&lt;br /&gt;5. Free pink kids cookies! (Its all about the samples!)&lt;br /&gt;4.10 for $10 baby&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;Some meat is marked down to a "managers special", saving me $$&lt;br /&gt;2. The checkers bag, AND put in the cart for me! &lt;br /&gt;1. There is a STARBUCKS in store. This reason alone keeps me coming back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy shopping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-2232125116694004281?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/2232125116694004281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/03/kings-vs-wally-world.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/2232125116694004281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/2232125116694004281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/03/kings-vs-wally-world.html' title='Kings vs Wally World'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-7523889322926600025</id><published>2011-02-27T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T09:39:48.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life in Time Lapse</title><content type='html'>I am not a very "fly by the seat of my pants" kind of girl. I like to know whats happening next, at what time, and with whom. So when my husband said at 10:00 am Saturday morning, lets go to the mountains for the night, you can imagine the instant list and planning that began to scroll through my head! I think its funny how mothers never really have a vacation, especially when the kids go! I sit here Sunday night and imagine my weekend in a time lapse. I would LOVE to see just one day of mine recorded and played back in fast forward! I think it would be hilarious. My cousin did a time lapse one year of his family's Thanksgiving. The family scurried about like ants. I feel this way in life. Going back and forth, going in circles, running around in a hurry, and looking back not know what just happened to 24 hours of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet there was a moment this weekend that was for ME. I mean my life is full of special moments. Moments with my children, like this weekend waking up to little smiles peering over their pack n plays. Or watching them giggle and jump on the hotel beds (NOT allowed at home :). Or holding my husbands hand chatting about life as we drive 3 hours to Glenwood Springs. These moments are all priceless, and wonderful. But rarely do I&amp;nbsp;have Nina moments.&amp;nbsp;My friend Hayley and I were just talking about those moments where God reveals His love for you. I had one this weekend. As my time lapse life was in&amp;nbsp;motion. The babies swam with Pablo, Bella sat next to me on the steps in the hot springs, and&amp;nbsp;I noticed the sun was shinning with no clouds in the sky. I looked up in search of the warm sun on my face. I sat in the&amp;nbsp;hot springs, with the suns rays&amp;nbsp;on my face. I thought for a moment I was not in the cold mountains, but on a beach in the warm ocean. It was weird. I literally felt Gods love warm my soul and place me in a different state of mind. Its moments like those that get me through the chaos that is my life. It was a moment like in the movies when time stands still around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this was not the trip my husband and I long for (7 days child-less in the Caribbean, haha), it was fun. Something I wish we had money for more often. In the mean time, I will hold onto my moment of calm and Love, the moment that seemed to be paused in&amp;nbsp;my time lapse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;The Lord says, "I have loved you with an everlasting love." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: medium;"&gt;Jeremiah 31:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray God finds you in your chaos,&amp;nbsp;hurt, stress, and busy life and reveals is deep love for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for pics, HOT SPRINGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-V2iW4vfBi6Q/TWsyRQApB0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/FktW4Ibou3I/s1600/Glenwood+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-V2iW4vfBi6Q/TWsyRQApB0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/FktW4Ibou3I/s200/Glenwood+1.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"My name is Isabella Brooke", as she introduced herself to people at the springs!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sWDHouoZaDI/TWsyTVYCM5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/M_VJyCfFt3o/s1600/Glenwood+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sWDHouoZaDI/TWsyTVYCM5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/M_VJyCfFt3o/s200/Glenwood+2.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls and I&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ ﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ZCmMTstODSY/TWsyVzHrT7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/tdSxwzllO5U/s1600/Glenwood+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ZCmMTstODSY/TWsyVzHrT7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/tdSxwzllO5U/s200/Glenwood+3.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boots and swim suits!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sRtZ0aHGDfI/TWsyX2qSb5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/54m8A5At6-g/s1600/Glenwood+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sRtZ0aHGDfI/TWsyX2qSb5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/54m8A5At6-g/s200/Glenwood+4.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lili and Gabi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ ﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0dJdFjwvjBM/TWsylShGdvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5NgP7E7ejGU/s1600/Glenwood+5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0dJdFjwvjBM/TWsylShGdvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5NgP7E7ejGU/s200/Glenwood+5.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gues who kept running out of this picture?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ ﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aGhsqhL4K4c/TWsypU_MlDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/SOdJD5HtWk8/s1600/Glenwood+7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aGhsqhL4K4c/TWsypU_MlDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/SOdJD5HtWk8/s200/Glenwood+7.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The End.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-7523889322926600025?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/7523889322926600025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-life-in-time-lapse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/7523889322926600025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/7523889322926600025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-life-in-time-lapse.html' title='My Life in Time Lapse'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-V2iW4vfBi6Q/TWsyRQApB0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/FktW4Ibou3I/s72-c/Glenwood+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-8615401193625586561</id><published>2011-02-22T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T21:15:33.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesser of Two Evils</title><content type='html'>You remember my past entries or mentions of my diet right? Welllll, about that. Although I&amp;nbsp;have lost&amp;nbsp;a lot of weight since November, it is barley noticeable by many. I too cannot see it much, except for on the scale. Oh, and my ring fits better, along with my bras :) I was extreme dieting before and succeeded even during the holiday season. However this time around I kept cheating. After a long talk with my husband, and starting to read the book Born to Crave, I have come to the conclusion that I will not do this diet right now. I have decided to cut portions in half, watch my carbs, and workout. I loathe working out. I think that may be due to all the running my lacrosse and field hockey coaches made me do in high school! At least that is what I choose to blame it on! I also figured out that I love food more than I hate working out! If that makes any sense.&amp;nbsp;In other words,&amp;nbsp;I have chosen the workout route opposed to the extremely restrictive (yet successful) diet I was on. Working out being my lesser evil.&amp;nbsp;So I may not loose another 20 pounds before my sister's wedding, but hopefully I can get down a few more&amp;nbsp;before March 26.&amp;nbsp;I have chosen the lesser of two evils! Because we all know that dieting and working out do seem evil! Yet God wants us to take care of our bodies, so maybe its not so evil? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ventured out today and went swimming at the rec center today! The girls played in the shallow zero entry pool that has a kiddie slide, and water fountains.&amp;nbsp;I have been meaning to take them all winter and just got to it today! We had a blast, and snacked and swam for hours. It was very tiring, one of those days&amp;nbsp;I needed a nanny, but well worth the work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--3nMIBM1h5A/TWSWI1EXB2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/LBJbVFKz0Nw/s1600/IMAG0542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--3nMIBM1h5A/TWSWI1EXB2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/LBJbVFKz0Nw/s320/IMAG0542.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Congratulations to my friend Anita and her new baby girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-8615401193625586561?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/8615401193625586561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/02/lesser-of-two-evils.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/8615401193625586561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/8615401193625586561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/02/lesser-of-two-evils.html' title='Lesser of Two Evils'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--3nMIBM1h5A/TWSWI1EXB2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/LBJbVFKz0Nw/s72-c/IMAG0542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-5606292979287426093</id><published>2011-02-13T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T22:53:56.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentimes!</title><content type='html'>My not so&amp;nbsp;subtle 3 year old has been telling her daddy all week that she wants a balloon and chocolates for "Valentimes" day! She knows how this holiday works already! I love seeing Pablo spoil his girls. Being a parent truly makes the whole&amp;nbsp;child/Father relationship I have with God more real. I will never fully grasp how much God loves me, but I sure have a better idea of it now that I am a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this holiday can be hard if you are single. I read&amp;nbsp;the following letter&amp;nbsp;one year when I was having a difficult time. I actually think its a good letter to read anytime of the year, for anyone!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then of course pics of our latest baking adventure are below.... Hope you have a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: medium;"&gt;My Child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: medium;"&gt;You may not know me, but I know everything about you ~ Psalm 139:1.&amp;nbsp; I know when you sit down and when you rise up ~ Psalm 139:2.&amp;nbsp; I am familiar with all your ways ~ Psalm 139:3.&amp;nbsp; Even the very hairs on your head are numbered ~ Matt 10:29-31.&amp;nbsp; For you were made in my image ~ Gen 1:27.&amp;nbsp; In me you live and move and have your being ~ Acts 17:28.&amp;nbsp; For you are my offspring ~ Acts 17:28.&amp;nbsp; I knew you even before you were conceived ~ Jer 1:4-5.&amp;nbsp; I chose you when I planned creation ~ Eph 1:11-12.&amp;nbsp; You were not a mistake, for all your days are written in my book ~ Psalm 139:15-16. I determined the exact time of your birth and where you would live ~ Acts 17:26.&amp;nbsp; You are fearfully and wonderfully made ~ Psalm 139:14.&amp;nbsp; I knit you together in your mother's womb ~ Psalm 139:13.&amp;nbsp; And brought you forth on the day you were born ~ Psalm 71:6. I have been misrepresented by those who don't know me ~ John 8:41-44.&amp;nbsp; I am not distant and angry, but am the complete expression of love ~ 1 John 4:16.&amp;nbsp; And it is my desire to lavish my love on you ~ 1 John 3:1. Simply because you are my child and I am your father ~ 1 John 3:1. I offer you more than your earthly father ever could ~ Matt 7:11.&amp;nbsp; For I am the perfect father ~ Matt 5:48. Every good gift that you receive comes from my hand ~ James 1:17.&amp;nbsp; For I am your provider and I meet all your needs ~ Matt 6:31-33. My plan for your future has always been filled with hope ~ Jer 29:11. Because I love you with an everlasting love ~ Jere 31:3. My thoughts toward you are countless as the sand on the seashore ~ Psalm 139:17-18. And I rejoice over you with singing ~ Zeph 3:17. I will never stop doing good to you ~ Jer 32:40.&amp;nbsp; For you are my treasured possession ~ Ex 19:5.&amp;nbsp; I desire to establish you with all my heart and all my soul ~ Jer 32:41.&amp;nbsp; And I want to show you great and marvelous things ~ Jer 33:3.&amp;nbsp; If you seek me with all your heart, you will find me ~ Deut4:29.&amp;nbsp; Delight in me and I will give you the desires of your heart ~ Psalm 37:4.&amp;nbsp; For it is I who gave you those desires ~ Phil2:13.&amp;nbsp; I am able to do more for you than you could possibly imagine ~ Eph 3:20.&amp;nbsp; For I am your greatest encourager ~ 2 Thess 2:16-17.&amp;nbsp; I am also the Father who comforts you in all your troubles ~ 2 Cor 1:3-4.&amp;nbsp; When you are brokenhearted, I am close to you ~ Psalm 34:18.&amp;nbsp; As a shepherd carries a lamb, I have carried you close to my heart ~ Isa 40:11.&amp;nbsp; One day I will wipe away every tear from your eyes ~ Rev21:3-4.&amp;nbsp; And I'll take away all the pain you have suffered on this earth ~ Rev 21:3-4.&amp;nbsp; I am your Father, and I love you even as I love my son, Jesus ~ John 17:23.&amp;nbsp; For in Jesus, my love for you is revealed ~ John 17:26.&amp;nbsp; He is the exact representation of my being ~ Heb1:3.&amp;nbsp; He came to demonstrate that I am for you, not against you ~ Rom8:31.&amp;nbsp; And to tell you that I am not counting your sins ~ 2 Cor5:18-19.&amp;nbsp; Jesus died so that you and I could be reconciled ~ 2 Cor 5:18-19.&amp;nbsp; His death was the ultimate expression of my love for you ~ 1 John 4:10.&amp;nbsp; I gave up everything I loved that I might gain your love ~ Rom 8:31-32.&amp;nbsp; If you receive the gift of my son Jesus, you receive me ~ 1 John 2:23.&amp;nbsp; And nothing will ever separate you from my love again ~ Rom 8:38-39.&amp;nbsp; Come home and I'll throw the biggest party heaven has ever seen ~ Luke 15:7.&amp;nbsp; I have always been Father, and will always be Father ~ Eph3:14-15.&amp;nbsp; My question is ~ Will you be my child? ~ John 1:12-13.&amp;nbsp; I am waiting for you ~ Luke 15:11-32 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: 18px;"&gt;Love, Your Dad, Almighty God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2tlAX2W-Log/TVjJfHvAEMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Y5nUfURIaLA/s1600/IMG_5235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2tlAX2W-Log/TVjJfHvAEMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Y5nUfURIaLA/s320/IMG_5235.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bella got to decorate alone with me!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O5Dd3A_LC3Q/TVjJiGLH-3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/QEg5JcAjFp8/s1600/IMG_5236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O5Dd3A_LC3Q/TVjJiGLH-3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/QEg5JcAjFp8/s320/IMG_5236.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IRFd5Y84x0Y/TVjJnqFBuvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/obSJzG9DWyY/s1600/IMG_5237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IRFd5Y84x0Y/TVjJnqFBuvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/obSJzG9DWyY/s320/IMG_5237.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mu9GTdqA-Ok/TVjJscGOOuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cVhni7jQvFk/s1600/IMG_5241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mu9GTdqA-Ok/TVjJscGOOuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cVhni7jQvFk/s320/IMG_5241.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/5175409941852645051-5606292979287426093?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/5606292979287426093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/5606292979287426093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/5606292979287426093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentimes.html' title='Happy Valentimes!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2tlAX2W-Log/TVjJfHvAEMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Y5nUfURIaLA/s72-c/IMG_5235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-1568024292246756488</id><published>2011-02-11T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T14:33:57.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life: Ordinary or Extraodinary?</title><content type='html'>I have been having one of those weeks. If you read my&amp;nbsp;recent posts&amp;nbsp;and clearly see that! Everything has just felt&amp;nbsp;so ordinary. Blah. Nothing fun or special. I love, love, &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; the snow, but it is keeping me home bound with the girls. You see, we don't have a garage.&amp;nbsp;May not seem like a big deal,&amp;nbsp;but it is SUCH a hassle getting the girls in the car! When we load up to get in the car its usually like wrangling a heard of small animals. We go outside with my hands loaded with diaper bags, blankets, etc. But when there is snow outside it is just a site! Gabi usually sits down in the snow, or lays down in it, then proceeds to eat it. Lili usually just runs around screaming in it and inevitably ends up falling. Then there is Bella, off in lala land dancing and stomping with her snow boots. This makes for one cold and wet trip in the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nearly four&amp;nbsp;sleepless nights with Lili, (look at my "New" post :) I was trying to figure out why she wasn't sleeping. She has been drooling and cutting teeth like crazy so I tried to just blame it on that. With no other symptoms other than sleepless nights I had no idea what was going on. My mom had said on Sunday, "Maybe its an ear infection?". I thought well maybe...but like I said there was nothing else going on, no fever, no tugging on the ears, and her appetite was good too. Well you know the saying. "mother knows best". In this case it was the mother of the mother, they &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;know best! Sure enough...double ear infections! My poor baby. Bad mommy! Ah, the guilt that come with being a mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen us load up for the doctor. I think it was still -1 degree outside at 8:45am. There was an opening at 9:15 at the doc. Uh...to dress or not to dress? We would never make it if I tried to cloth everyone! So I grabbed the diaper bag (I try to pre stock it for such occasions), took Bella potty...and off to the car. After hats, coats, and gloves,&amp;nbsp;I carried each pajama kid to the car one by one. Through the snow and negative temps.&amp;nbsp;Whoever was remaining inside would press their little faces against the sliding glass door and cry til I returned for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to the appointment!&amp;nbsp;We got looks from other parents. Yes, My kids are in their PJ's, so? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ordinary life may feel ordinary at times. I may feel alone (although&amp;nbsp;Pablo&amp;nbsp;is such a great father and husband) as a mom, you just feel alone sometimes. A lot of mothers just feel that way I think. Yet, I have never had such great adventures in my life. Thanks Kari R, and Liz P for the feedback on FB! You are extraordinary mommies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ordinary: &lt;/b&gt;of a common everyday kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extraordinary: &lt;/b&gt;very unusual and deserving attention and comment because of being &lt;u&gt;wonderful&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;excellent&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;strange&lt;/u&gt;, or &lt;u&gt;shocking&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up some definitions, just be sure. Yep, my life is extraordinary!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-1568024292246756488?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/1568024292246756488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-ordinary-or-extraodinary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/1568024292246756488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/1568024292246756488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-ordinary-or-extraodinary.html' title='Life: Ordinary or Extraodinary?'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-610800364980307761</id><published>2011-02-08T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T20:56:50.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cuh Cake"</title><content type='html'>Let the Valentines baking begin!!! LOVE V-day, hearts, pink, all things girly and lovey. It's a good thing I have 3 girls! Bella was begging to make cupcakes last week, so we made white cake and strawberry frosting "cuh cakes". That's what Gabi says, "cuh cake, cuh cake". My little muffin can't or doesn't want to say many words. But she sure knows how to say "cook" for cookie and cupcake though. Lili does most of the talking, leaving Gabi to talk out of necessity (She is like her dad in this respect). Lili is a lot like her mom, talks...well, just to talk! Ha. Here are some yummy photos of our latest baking adventure! Sugar cookies are later this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TVIeKIfkMHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/s32E-dQ9Eiw/s1600/IMG_5224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TVIeKIfkMHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/s32E-dQ9Eiw/s320/IMG_5224.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TVIeRYreOaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jegR1s2PcfE/s1600/IMG_5226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TVIeRYreOaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jegR1s2PcfE/s320/IMG_5226.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TVIeVqvb5UI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wFoKCUXfHGk/s1600/IMG_5228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TVIeVqvb5UI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wFoKCUXfHGk/s320/IMG_5228.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CUH CAKE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-610800364980307761?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/610800364980307761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/02/cuh-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/610800364980307761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/610800364980307761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/02/cuh-cake.html' title='&quot;Cuh Cake&quot;'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TVIeKIfkMHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/s32E-dQ9Eiw/s72-c/IMG_5224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-4360843530188536877</id><published>2011-02-06T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T14:11:32.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW</title><content type='html'>To all of you moms that have had a meltdown moment, I hope you can relate...If not, don't judge me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a birthday party filled Saturday, with NO NAPS. Well, there was some sleeping here and there in the car, but my girls need beds in order to function. So, you can see where this is heading. Pablo was gone for the evening so I have to do the dinner/clean-up/jammies/chaos/bedtime alone.&amp;nbsp; Never fun. After finally getting the twins to bed, I&amp;nbsp;started a movie&amp;nbsp;for Bell and got a&amp;nbsp;much needed shower in.&amp;nbsp;Bella and I hunkered down in bed for some Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. Only to hear Lili screaming through the monitor. Ugh. Of course! So I go in a few times to try to calm my little peanut. Each time loosing more and more patience. Gabi would just sit up and stare at her sister with the look "Sis, go to sleep already". Clearly L was overly tired from lack of a nap and couldn't calm. After an hour of patting, singing, shushing, and tiptoeing around the nursery I had my meltdown too! I crawled in bed, frizzy hair, soar throat (woke up yesterday feeling sick), SO tired, frustrated and overwhelmed. I look over and Bella is in my jewelry, tangling up chains and making a mess! Aaaaaand over the edge I went! I cried into my hands for a few moments. Isabella looked at me with shock, I tend to hide these moments from my children. She then burst into tears and hugged me saying she is sorry for making me sad! Breaking my heart! I told her it wasn't her fault and that I was just tired and felt like a bad mommy. It was one of those days when you feel like all you did was yell and did crowd control!&amp;nbsp;We sobbed a moment together, then she asked, "Can we call daddy?". I said ok, and asked why? "We need a new mommy!" I said "What? You don't want me?" She replied,&amp;nbsp; "You're broken!"and hugged me tightly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my daughter wanted to replace me! She just wanted me fixed! It hurt a moment, but out of her 3 year old mouth she actually spoke wisdom. She saw my brokenness and knew I needed to be fixed!&amp;nbsp;There are so many times a day, that I need&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;seek newness in order to go on. A new attitude, a new outlook, a new voice (not the yelling one), and a new goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up to several inches of glorious powder this morning! It was beautiful! I love the snow for so many reasons! I think my favorite reason is how snow makes everything new, shiny, white. The dead old trees and grass are blanketed in white marshmallow like fluffiness. I love it! Thank you Jesus for making me new, everyday, every moment! Without God I would be dead and ugly, with Him I am fresh and NEW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TU8aIMSDtgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2xuHNQrFuQA/s1600/IMG_5232.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TU8aIMSDtgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2xuHNQrFuQA/s320/IMG_5232.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new." Rev 21:5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-4360843530188536877?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/4360843530188536877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/02/new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/4360843530188536877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/4360843530188536877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/02/new.html' title='NEW'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TU8aIMSDtgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2xuHNQrFuQA/s72-c/IMG_5232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-197950298405079833</id><published>2011-02-02T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T20:46:10.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disobedience</title><content type='html'>I am feeling a little rebellious, disobedient, whatever you want to call it! I am starting my diet up again to lose more weight for my sis's wedding. I am not feeling it, AT ALL! I am not sure what my deal is but I cant get into the diet groove! I know that no one is forcing me to do this, yet I still feel the pressure! Why? Maybe it is my own pressure, or the weight of the world making me feel like I need to be skinny. Whatever it is, I am wanting to be disobedient! All I can do to understand it at this point is look at my precious little children who disobey me on a daily basis. Tonight I had to put Lili back into the bathtub 3 times! Every time I turned my back this little naked baby was climbing out of the tub and running down the hall! I would put her back in and sure enough, there she goes again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often times wonder what is going through their heads when I say "don't touch", and they touch it any way! We always want to do&amp;nbsp;the opposite of what we are told!&amp;nbsp;Rebellion is in all of us, ever since the fall of man. We are born into a world that hates rules and&amp;nbsp;authority. Each of us has our own rebellion. Our own way of disobeying. I feel as though my specific disobedience is towards past issues of mine, but also directly towards God. We are told to treat our bodies as temples because He made them for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes another day at attempting to do what I need to do. After celebrating 29 years of life on Monday I think I need to get my butt in gear. 30 is just around the corner!&amp;nbsp;I am feeling old :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-197950298405079833?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/197950298405079833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/02/disobedience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/197950298405079833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/197950298405079833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/02/disobedience.html' title='Disobedience'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-8582670601888654019</id><published>2011-01-12T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:00:46.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Whom Do You Belong?</title><content type='html'>I had the privilege of witnessing some 100 people get sworn in as United States citizens today. It was very cool, and life changing. Not only because one of those people was my husband Pablo, born in Argentina, but also because of the things that surrounded this whole experience. People were in tears during the ceremony. Some waiting over 20 years for this. People from all over the world, wanting desperately to become a part of this nation! I indeed take my citizenship for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TS-RJBTmEdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xf0crg3vaSw/s1600/IMAG0462.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TS-RJBTmEdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xf0crg3vaSw/s200/IMAG0462.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While studying for his test, Pablo had a hard time with the part that he must renounce his old country. His loyalties must now be with the &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;States&lt;/span&gt; of&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;. I have to admit I was a bit offended at first.&amp;nbsp;Since I have known him,&amp;nbsp;he&amp;nbsp;has not&amp;nbsp;put his hand on his heart during the National Anthem. It prompted me&amp;nbsp;to think. What would I do in another country? Would it be hard for me? I then began to&amp;nbsp;list&amp;nbsp;some things I have given up in life. For example, when becoming a Christian there were things&amp;nbsp;I renounced. It was my CHOICE to become a Christ follower, but it was still difficult to give up the old things that defined me. The behaviors I belonged to. Pablo has always explained to me that it wasn't a sign of disrespect, but that it simply wasn't his country...but today I saw him sing and&amp;nbsp;pledge to his new country! I saw a new pride in him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;have pride for our state. I think Colorado is the best state&amp;nbsp;to live int.&amp;nbsp;I love the&amp;nbsp;sports, weather, mountains, sunsets...everything. I even still have loyalties to my high school! I like to see Cherry Creek H. S. succeed. Even my neighborhood growing up (Willow Creek, woo woo)&amp;nbsp;triggers something in me. See? I felt the need to "woo woo"! We defend these things, fight for them.&amp;nbsp;In a way belong to them, or them to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However exciting it is for my husband to now be naturalized, it also holds some sadness. He is changed. But he made this CHOICE because he knows the benefits this decision will have not only for him, but others. Plus at the end of the day he, and myself, know to Whom we really belong. We know that no matter where we live, what team&amp;nbsp;we root for, what country our passport was issued from, that we belong to something bigger! We belong to Christ. So none of this matters really. It matters to our flesh maybe, and to the government, but not to God. We are His! I know for sure where I belong. I know for sure to Whom I belong! A choice I made, and happily make every day. I love you Jesus, thanks for making me Your own! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John 15:19&lt;/strong&gt; "If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1Peter 2:9&lt;/strong&gt; "...for you are a chosen people. You are a kingdom of priests, God's holy nation, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his very own possession.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; This is so you can show others the goodness of God, for he called you out of the darkness into his wonderful light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TS-RaTyqwvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OHzPkSK1Oe0/s1600/IMAG0469.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TS-RaTyqwvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OHzPkSK1Oe0/s200/IMAG0469.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Daughter of the Most High King" From my mom, hangs by my bed :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-8582670601888654019?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/8582670601888654019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-whom-do-you-belong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/8582670601888654019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/8582670601888654019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-whom-do-you-belong.html' title='To Whom Do You Belong?'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TS-RJBTmEdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xf0crg3vaSw/s72-c/IMAG0462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-1977914980969359469</id><published>2011-01-10T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T16:48:04.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are what you eat?</title><content type='html'>You know how&amp;nbsp;the saying goes, you have heard it a million times...."You are what you eat". If this is true, then based on the things my family has eaten in the last 24 hours, I am a Mexican, Pablo is an Italian, Bella is nuts, Gabi is a cutie, and Lili is a green crayon. Yes, Lili ate 1/3 of a green crayon. She also ate half a cutie orange, including the peel. Her poop is rainbow colored these days! Ewww, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TSuRMBQb6vI/AAAAAAAAAEY/i0rEJvg0ZP8/s1600/IMG_5183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TSuRMBQb6vI/AAAAAAAAAEY/i0rEJvg0ZP8/s200/IMG_5183.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My explorer. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I also had a friend on his Facebook post some quote about, "you are who you hang out with". Or "you are who your friends are", something like that. Now, this person is not in high school. Not even college for that matter. Perhaps in middle school&amp;nbsp;one can follow and be part of a crowd that is all the same person essentially. But at my age? If this were true then I would be in a diaper, wearing a bib, and drinking large quantities of 2% milk. My "crew" is 3 and under. Also is this were true, Jesus would be a sinner. He hung out with people who were thieves. Silly statement if you ask me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TSuSu8fOoII/AAAAAAAAAEc/qHVpHRdL6wE/s1600/IMG_5169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TSuSu8fOoII/AAAAAAAAAEc/qHVpHRdL6wE/s200/IMG_5169.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bella spilled her milk in Gabi's hair...hence the crusty slicked back look!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I had to blog about those random sayings. I just think that who we are is SO much more than what we eat, and who we hang out with! Something I thought was obvious to most! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week was bittersweet in that my babies turned 18 months old. They are healthy, beautiful, and smart, but I am sad how big they are! They started playgroup class with Bella. They made these very cute snowmen in playgroup with their teacher. They kept moving around the face she said! I must share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TSuZI7l3t3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/HQjK-ZLbkhE/s1600/IMAG0456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TSuZI7l3t3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/HQjK-ZLbkhE/s320/IMAG0456.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;From left to right...Bella's, Lili's &amp;amp; Gabi's! My future crafters! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I wonder who will be artsy fartsy? Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-1977914980969359469?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/1977914980969359469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-are-what-you-eat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/1977914980969359469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/1977914980969359469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-are-what-you-eat.html' title='You are what you eat?'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TSuRMBQb6vI/AAAAAAAAAEY/i0rEJvg0ZP8/s72-c/IMG_5183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-2756968637071209269</id><published>2010-12-31T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T15:25:38.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change in 2010.</title><content type='html'>This past year has been a year of change. As is every year I suppose. In 2010, we lived in 3 different places.&amp;nbsp;Celebrated the twins first birthdays, Bella's third. The babies learned to crawl, walk, talk, kiss, hug. Bella learned letters, how to write her name, took a dance class, swam, biked, and sled for the first time. Pablo got a promotion and&amp;nbsp;won a huge contest for his band. We went to the Royal Gorge for the first time, and celebrated 4 years of marriage! We changed cars, houses, and diapers (about 5,500 just in 2010). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends have changed, or we have changed. However you want to look at it. My faith has most definitely changed, for the better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't only the end of the year, but also the end of a decade (as Liz pointed out :). 10 years ago I was a freshman in college, in a horrible relationship, not following God, and living in Greeley. Bleh, to all those! This decade has been 10 years of change and growth I am so thankful for! Thank you God! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photo highlights from the past year!&amp;nbsp;I hope you&amp;nbsp;enjoy, meanwhile I will be bawling my eyes out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TR5cvw9hfyI/AAAAAAAAADo/8yMsh5unXAk/s1600/IMG_3397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TR5cvw9hfyI/AAAAAAAAADo/8yMsh5unXAk/s320/IMG_3397.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TR5c-dBqUII/AAAAAAAAADs/De6pZVpSGVY/s1600/IMG_3444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TR5c-dBqUII/AAAAAAAAADs/De6pZVpSGVY/s320/IMG_3444.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TR5dM-66QbI/AAAAAAAAADw/z1ZbmhysLmE/s1600/IMG_3574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TR5dM-66QbI/AAAAAAAAADw/z1ZbmhysLmE/s320/IMG_3574.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TR5dSTf94NI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uwk-yqd9zWs/s1600/IMG_3612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TR5dSTf94NI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uwk-yqd9zWs/s320/IMG_3612.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TR5dr2PYsSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fOt85HPgr1w/s1600/DSC01297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TR5dr2PYsSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fOt85HPgr1w/s320/DSC01297.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TR5dxSKvCHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZcUO70kj9ag/s1600/DSC04400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TR5dxSKvCHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZcUO70kj9ag/s320/DSC04400.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TR5d4yejVKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YIymYtkxCdM/s1600/DSC05137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TR5d4yejVKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YIymYtkxCdM/s320/DSC05137.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TR5gAl_SuUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1xhD7E1cCgE/s1600/DSC06376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TR5gAl_SuUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1xhD7E1cCgE/s320/DSC06376.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TR5gORfmECI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OF-TEA-XAO8/s1600/IMG_4781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TR5gORfmECI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OF-TEA-XAO8/s320/IMG_4781.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing what a year can do. What change it can bring. Here is to 2011! Praying you and your family have a prosperous and happy NEW YEAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-2756968637071209269?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/2756968637071209269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2010/12/change-in-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/2756968637071209269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/2756968637071209269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2010/12/change-in-2010.html' title='Change in 2010.'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TR5cvw9hfyI/AAAAAAAAADo/8yMsh5unXAk/s72-c/IMG_3397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-9059565115070063106</id><published>2010-12-23T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T22:27:33.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for the sparkle in Christmas...</title><content type='html'>I painted the girls nails yesterday. Red. Then added sparkles. Well, Bella calls them sprinkles! "Come get sprinkles on your nails Lili!" Our life has more sprinkles in it than sparkle, so I can understand her confusion! We bake way too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost dread Christmas these days. Although my girls do give it a whole new meaning. Yet&amp;nbsp;I can do without so many things. I love seeing all my family, yet hate the run around. Love shopping, but hate the financial strain it puts on us. Really enjoy wrapping,&amp;nbsp;dislike having to stay up late at night to do it.&amp;nbsp;I like the food, hate the pounds! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go non stop for 3 days, not including all the preparation before. It all stresses&amp;nbsp; me out. I want to sit back and relax. I want to watch my girls open gifts, but then have time for them to sit and play with them without us running out to the next place. I say this every year, but next year I want to stay home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I struggle to find the luster in the holiday season. I really don't mean to be all cliche, and say keep the Christ in Christmas, or Jesus is the reason for the season. BUT I also&amp;nbsp;wonder how this holiday got so messed up. I just watched this clip on Nightline about archiologists, and Bethlehem and the birth of Christ. It was so cool. I just want to find the sparkle. When Bella sits and sings "Happy Birthday Jesus", I see the sparkle that makes me love Christmas! Now if I can bottle it up and bring it with me...&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE WATCH.....&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8ouaWgUCNg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8ouaWgUCNg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-9059565115070063106?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/9059565115070063106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2010/12/looking-for-sparkle-in-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/9059565115070063106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/9059565115070063106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2010/12/looking-for-sparkle-in-christmas.html' title='Looking for the sparkle in Christmas...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-6487908361597389597</id><published>2010-12-20T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:24:44.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas baking, making, and no-baking!</title><content type='html'>Bella puts on her apron and says, "I am a maker!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am not sure about you, or your family, but in mine we celebrate the holidays with lots of baking! Even if we don't eat it, which I am not...still dieting! (27 pounds down if you were curious :) I have a million more to go so you cant really even tell! Anyway, while baking I did not lick one bowl, taste one cookie... It may seem as though that is the important part. The eating. Well it is a close second. The MOST important part to me, is the baking. It is the day (or two) blocked out just for making all the Christmas recipes that taste good and feel good to you! The ones that trigger memories, emotions, or high blood sugar levels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Children and I are now doing this annually, just like I did with my mother. Although, I find myself not baking as much, but rather making, or non-baking! You know the easy recipes on the back of cereal boxes? Haha. My grandma Tesones sugar cookies recipe is AMAZING. That I did. As well as a few others. 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I love when people enjoy a good meal I cooked, or&amp;nbsp;bread I baked. I believe I learned this from women on both sides of my family. My husbands family is the same. Now being a mommy, I try to give my girls their daily veggies and fruits. As well as yummy treats that make them happy! My favorite gift after the&amp;nbsp;girls were born (besides diapers), were home cooked meals for my freezer. My sister in law Ashley did a food exchange with some women. They each made a dish 4 times, then exchanged. So everyone had meals for their freezer! Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is all about food and how it kind of dictates so many things in my life. For example, the girls get hungry on&amp;nbsp;a schedule so&amp;nbsp;I have to accommodate them. My husband eats A LOT so&amp;nbsp;therefore I keep&amp;nbsp;him well fed. Though he gains nothing! This time of year is infamous for food at parties. I bake certain things in different seasons, my biggest obsession is when I get to bake pumpkin things in the fall and winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dear friend, who is by far the best person I know. Beautiful in and out. I am not just saying this. &lt;br /&gt;She is a doll. She is going through a very hard thing right now. I cry for her daily, as well as pray. She is just someone I cannot imagine anyone would try to hurt. Unfortunately, we live in a fallen world and this place just down right sucks. Although we are believing in a miracle, it is still so tough. Besides praying, and calling her,&amp;nbsp;I feel so helpless. So I baked. And baked. And baked some more. A goodie basket will be in her hands tomorrow and nothing makes me feel better at the moment. Pablo said it was my gift. Ha ha, this gift of mine seems to not want to leave my thighs and tummy! Actually I am not huge on sweets myself. I ADORE giving baked goods away. Is there a love language of baking? If so, it is mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on a diet. A very strict one. It does not allow for any cheating or you might as well give it all up!&amp;nbsp;I realized I need this in order to succeed. I was not going to announce this information for a few reasons. One being that I have tried so many that I am almost embarrassed to tell people because I know they are thinking "another diet Nina?" Another reason being that I am just embarrassed that I need to "diet" at all. blah. After the influx of babies in our home, I finally feel like I am in a good place to take the time to do this.&amp;nbsp;Although&amp;nbsp;I am actually succeeding this time it seems. So hopefully I will not fall off the wagon this Christmas season! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I will bake for those I love. Cook amazing new recipes just to pass the food along to someone who could use a few "freezer meals". If you too need to show some love, bake! It is so refreshing to the soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-134051782833323760?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/134051782833323760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-in-doubt-bake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/134051782833323760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/134051782833323760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-in-doubt-bake.html' title='When in doubt, bake!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-4024907877494147055</id><published>2010-11-28T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:47:40.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left over Turkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/giada-de-laurentiis/turkey-and-pancetta-pot-pies-recipe/index.html"&gt;giada-de-laurentiis turkey-and-pancetta-pot-pies-recipe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a link to a recipe I tried this weekend. Pablo said it was one of the best I have "tested" out in a while!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try it, I bet you could use chicken too!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is our version, modified a bit! The dough was so fun for Bella!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TPMvvtFERfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IK7M9fFCAP8/s1600/potpies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TPMvvtFERfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IK7M9fFCAP8/s400/potpies.jpg" width="400" /&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/5175409941852645051-4024907877494147055?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/4024907877494147055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2010/11/left-over-turkey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/4024907877494147055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/4024907877494147055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2010/11/left-over-turkey.html' title='Left over Turkey'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TPMvvtFERfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IK7M9fFCAP8/s72-c/potpies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-192254186838372825</id><published>2010-11-25T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T22:03:18.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wack Friday</title><content type='html'>My 3 little turkeys are out, snoring away. My eldest turkey is asleep next to me. I practically had to hold her down so that she would calm herself into a sleep. I pet her hair and sang&amp;nbsp; How Great, her favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day. It always is when Pablo doesn't have to work. The girls LOVE having him home, as do I. Since he leaves for work before they wake, when he is home in the morning Lili will scream "daddy!" and Gabi will snuggle up next to him saying "dada dada". Everyone enjoyed our lunch at Aunt Jennifer and Uncle Ron's. The girls ate 2 helpings of mashed potatoes, Gabi even dropped the spoon at one point and put her mouth directly to the plate! Not to mention Grandma Tesone's homemade noodles that grace our table every year, Gabi also lost the utensil for this item. Yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat here with Bella snoozing away, I was watching the news. The headlining story.....wait for it....BLACK FRIDAY! Yes, lots of deals are to be had. I get it.....ok I don't. At all. Some of the other stories of the night were so much more news worthy to me. A mother missing in Silverthorne, elections in Haiti, among many others. I just think we get so jaded amidst the adds and news stories of this shopping extravaganza. We are so wacked out as a nation. We feel so entitled to things, and stuff.&amp;nbsp;We think we HAVE to participate and supposedly save&amp;nbsp;SO much money. They said on the news that 13 million people are still paying for LAST years Christmas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister got a sweet deal on a tv a few years back on Wack Friday, I know some friends who will be doing toy shopping or their 5 kids, that makes sense to me. But camping out for a "door buster deal"? Standing in 15 degree weather to be the first inside the Coach store? NOT my cup of tea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I think I will go make a cup, go to bed and not worrying about rushing around tomorrow with people who are already holiday grumps! Oh, they are already out there! There was this guy at King Soopers (ok tea after one more story!) that&amp;nbsp;yelled at me for being in the way on the entrance. I had been waiting for a "car cart" because they were all taken. After wrangling my children for 10 minutes trying to track one down, then finally&amp;nbsp;my Nemesis (the huge grocery cart) was available. The Mr. Rude Face said, "Do you think this is the best place to be standing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yelled back at the guy,"hey you wanna help me load up my kids? Happy Thanksgiving!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to you crazy Black Friday shoppers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-192254186838372825?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/192254186838372825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2010/11/wack-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/192254186838372825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/192254186838372825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2010/11/wack-friday.html' title='Wack Friday'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-1275860819679583425</id><published>2010-11-21T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T20:05:10.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Ba Ba</title><content type='html'>This week the babies officially gave up the bottle, or as they say "ba ba". It is so very sad for them AND mama! It is one of the last things to go that still make them seem baby-ish to me! Of course they are still in diapers, and have their binkies, but the whole bottle thing is hard. It was hard for me with Bella too. All of these changes as a mom are always bittersweet. I had a friend blog last week about changing out her kids clothes for the season, and&amp;nbsp;how&amp;nbsp;difficult that was!&amp;nbsp;When the girls out grow clothes, or can no longer where a cute dress because its too cold, makes me so sad. :(&amp;nbsp; But I am so thankful they are growing and are healthy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a&amp;nbsp;side note, I am getting excited for Christmas! It will be so fun this year with the girls! Bell is already asking to put up the tree! Also, Pablo is starting a new position at work! It will be very good for him, for all of us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great thanksgiving week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-1275860819679583425?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/1275860819679583425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2010/11/bye-bye-ba-ba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/1275860819679583425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/1275860819679583425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2010/11/bye-bye-ba-ba.html' title='Bye Bye Ba Ba'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-6479397410535539238</id><published>2010-11-15T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:26:48.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're My Cuppy Cake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Click on this link and watch, adorable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=%22480%22%20height=%22385%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/12Z6pWhM6TA?fs=1&amp;amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;allowFullScreen&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;true&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;allowscriptaccess&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;always&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/12Z6pWhM6TA?fs=1&amp;amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;quot; type=&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&amp;quot; allowscriptaccess=&amp;quot;always&amp;quot; allowfullscreen=&amp;quot;true&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;480&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;385&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/object&amp;gt;"&gt;Original Cuppy Cake Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song gets me every time! So sweet! No pun intended :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I have way too much on my mind to pick anything&amp;nbsp;specific to talk&amp;nbsp;about! So lucky you, I am not writing much. Here are some pictures of what my girls and I have been baking lately! I love baking with&amp;nbsp;my girls!&amp;nbsp;Every time we see snow, we bake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TOIbhzrNWqI/AAAAAAAAACU/2KIyq5OVHLY/s1600/IMG_4790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TOIbhzrNWqI/AAAAAAAAACU/2KIyq5OVHLY/s200/IMG_4790.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My kitchen helpers&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TOIbobkXs6I/AAAAAAAAACY/5qaKSBL4ekk/s1600/IMG_4793.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TOIbobkXs6I/AAAAAAAAACY/5qaKSBL4ekk/s200/IMG_4793.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My taste testers!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TOIbtpnedtI/AAAAAAAAACc/5mcATzt8Bl8/s1600/IMG_4795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TOIbtpnedtI/AAAAAAAAACc/5mcATzt8Bl8/s200/IMG_4795.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chocolate Chip&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TOIb0_MfYaI/AAAAAAAAACg/yqmT8Wm0rCE/s1600/IMG_4799.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TOIb0_MfYaI/AAAAAAAAACg/yqmT8Wm0rCE/s200/IMG_4799.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something for my bestie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TOIcAjdG3WI/AAAAAAAAACk/phXOjQSS-5U/s1600/IMG_4804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TOIcAjdG3WI/AAAAAAAAACk/phXOjQSS-5U/s200/IMG_4804.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The babies went to bed, so Bella and I made cupcakes! Our favorite&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TOIcKrh2KbI/AAAAAAAAACo/YFLvloO823A/s1600/IMG_4808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TOIcKrh2KbI/AAAAAAAAACo/YFLvloO823A/s200/IMG_4808.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She kept saying, "Mmmmm, tasty!" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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Yes! Haha, it reminds me of a shirt my brother in law has that says "Scone on?" with a picture of a scone! So cheese, but makes&amp;nbsp;me giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the girls and I ventured out to Kings Soopers&amp;nbsp;for a much needed outing. Its been a long week at home. I put the girls into the extra long extended cart at the store. You know the one with the extra little car on front. One of the more annoying things I have ever seen, but it's the only way I can shop with all the girls. We went to the Starbucks in the store to get Bella and&amp;nbsp; I coffee (usually some kind of latte for me, and a vanilla steamer for Bell :). When in line this lady in front of us was gushing over the girls. She was so nice, and kept saying how cute they were and asking me how I did it. She kept saying you must be so busy! Then she asked what I was ordering. I was shocked and tried to say "oh nothing"! She insisted on buying me a coffee! A perfect stranger! After getting me a pumpkin spice latte, she said "being a mom is hard work, have a blessed day, and a blessed holiday season!". I was left with tears, and a smile! Her gesture was so very thoughtful and much needed! Especially since I use my grocery budget money for my little treat! What is it about coffee? It is a much coveted thing for me. So when this lady gave me a free coffee, it was like she gave me so much more! Although it was a $4 blessing, it was such a huge blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this week I have received so many generous little but BIG gestures. You know what I mean? Its the little things! Like my mom sending over chicken noodle soup for dinner when the girls were sick, along with groceries and banana bread for Pablo. His fav. My dad got me a bottle of wine too! Or my godmother dropping off cute outfits for the girls, a pumpkin latte and all kinds off pumpkin goodies from Starbucks! I even tweeted about, saying coffee is like sanity in a cup! Maybe that's why I like them so much! Lattes almost clear my head! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday I have the same opportunity to drop of things to my girls when they have babies. Or my godsons (I have 2 :) when they could use a pick me up. Though I really hope that I can buy a perfect stranger a coffee! It really is the thought that counts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our day of errands, the girls were pooped! And cold!&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TNzSsIyLmyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9ynakk0rRD4/s1600/IMG_4781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TNzSsIyLmyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9ynakk0rRD4/s320/IMG_4781.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-6122900167932650012?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/6122900167932650012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2010/11/whole-latte-blessings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/6122900167932650012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/6122900167932650012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2010/11/whole-latte-blessings.html' title='A whole latte blessings!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TNzSsIyLmyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9ynakk0rRD4/s72-c/IMG_4781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-9061776487333635691</id><published>2010-11-09T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T20:13:02.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort</title><content type='html'>It feels like I just survived a war. Coming out of 3 days of the stomach flu...all 3 girls got it! Yuck, yuck, yuck. Bella has never gotten it until now so this is my first "experience" with this sickness. NOT FUN. Having done at least 12 loads of laundry, changing sheets, jammies, towels, bathing children, bathing myself, washing cups, wiping down all surfaces like a mad woman, I am so tired! At one point when it was at its worst, it looked like a scene from a horror film! Gabi, then Lili, then Bella. All 3 looking at me with their big doughy brown eyes, helpless and hurting. Broke my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the&amp;nbsp;positive things that came out all this awfulness was astounding. How? Well, I had numerous encounters with the girls separately that allowed me to hold and comfort them. In the craziness that is my life, I often just rush from one task to the next. Starting a meal, turning on the TV to occupy them while I try to cook dinner. The sweet quiet moments happen daily, but this was so different! Sure the girls need me on a daily basis, but they REALLY needed me this week. In the pain and suffering they clung to me. Even after they were starting to feel better their tired worn out bodies snuggled in my arms for hours. Looking to me for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times during this, when the girls were suffering the most...I couldn't help but ask God why. Why do we go through anything difficult in life? While God only knows, I do know this much from this experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the most difficult points in my life, to where did I run? Who or what did I cling to? No matter what I am going through and no matter why, I have to cling to God. I don't always. I should more often. Just like in&amp;nbsp;this horrible experience, I was able to hold my children through the pain. Just like my longing to comfort my children, God also longs to comfort us! Wow. It is so easy to look at God as this higher power that judges and is scary. But He is a loving and caring parent to all of us. He truly does care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 46:1 God is our refuge and strength, a very present&lt;esv_fn proved}»="" text="«Or" {well=""&gt; help in trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-9061776487333635691?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/9061776487333635691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-feels-like-i-just-survived-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/9061776487333635691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/9061776487333635691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-feels-like-i-just-survived-war.html' title='Comfort'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-546276038191093266</id><published>2010-11-04T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T23:45:35.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nina has 3 small children and a minor in multitasking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;We recently saw a story on the news about woman and how they become smarter when they&amp;nbsp;become mothers. Pablo snickered a little, and as I gave him a little punch to be quiet, we listened on. They said that mothers need to always be thinking ahead, multitasking, planning, and on their toes basically.&amp;nbsp;Yes,&amp;nbsp;I do all that, but how does that make me smart?&amp;nbsp;When I was pregnant with the twins Pablo had heard of another study stating that pregnant women loose&amp;nbsp;some 15% of their brain cells? So he would joke that I had lost 30% since I was carrying&amp;nbsp;two babies! I did feel that way at times! But back to the first study.... I like that one, it says I am smart! I do have a real college degree you know!&amp;nbsp;I must say that some days I dont feel smart! Grocery store runs, endless diaper changes, Dora, making 3 meals a day x 3 children + 1 husband at the dinner meal...AAAAHHH. See, I just sounded dumb. My BBFFF (my best friend) sent me this card....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TNOZt0PZ5sI/AAAAAAAAACI/YXK2F0I9Tm8/s1600/GetAttachment.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TNOZt0PZ5sI/AAAAAAAAACI/YXK2F0I9Tm8/s1600/GetAttachment.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So funny huh? She is my bestie for a reason, she sends me the BEST cards! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Although today was packed with cleaning, shopping, cooking, even putting a meal or two in the freezer, among the other daily activities, I felt a bit worthless. In the respect that I don't help out with income, at all. Its always tough around this time of month so I always wish I could contribute in that way. I would not want to be away from my girls, so this is the trade out we make as a family for me to stay home. I love it,&amp;nbsp;I really do! It just has its moments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My husband is so wonderful. God indeed hand picked him for me. he even made me sit and watch The Office with him. I think that is because he was annoyed I was cleaning the TV while he was watching it! See, multitask!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But I must share, so tonight he took over bath time so I could clean the kitchen floor. I had towels ready, jams layed out, lotion, diapers...I was thinking ahead, as moms do ;) Upon finishing my duty I joined in the pajam chaos and noticed the girls hair was not totally wet. I asked Pablo if he had washed the girls and he said " Uh, no?". His face looked exactly as that question sounds! HA, mothers are smarter! He obviously doesn't have a minor in multitasking! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My mom shared an email with me a while ago, SO very true! I copied it to the end of this blog post. Hope you enjoy :) goodnight, oh wait...Lili is up, again. I forgot to tell&amp;nbsp;you, &amp;nbsp;I have an emphasis in sleep deprivation! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend also gave me this! She is so awesome.&amp;nbsp; "mommy needs sleep"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TNOelDCxN6I/AAAAAAAAACM/2kwGTyd5qWw/s1600/GetAttachment%5B4%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TNOelDCxN6I/AAAAAAAAACM/2kwGTyd5qWw/s1600/GetAttachment%5B4%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;WHY I LOVE MOM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said, "I'm tired, and it's getting late. I think I'll go to bed".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's lunches. Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the washer , ironed a shirt and secured a loose button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;She picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on the charger and put the telephone book into the drawer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom. She stopped by the desk, wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the field trip, and pulled a text book out from hiding under the chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store.. She put both near her purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mom then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night solution &amp;amp; age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and filed her nails..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Dad called out, "I thought you were going to bed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;"I'm on my way," she said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;She put some water into the dog's dish then made sure the doors were locked and the patio light was on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their bedside lamps and TVs , hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her 6 most important things to do list. She said her prayers, and visualized the accomplishment of her goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular. "I'm going to bed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;And he did..without another thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Anything extraordinary here? Wonder why women live longer...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Cause they are tough and made for the long haul .... ( they can't die sooner, they still have things to do!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Now go to bed!&lt;/span&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/5175409941852645051-546276038191093266?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/546276038191093266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2010/11/nina-has-3-small-children-and-minor-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/546276038191093266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/546276038191093266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2010/11/nina-has-3-small-children-and-minor-in.html' title='Nina has 3 small children and a minor in multitasking'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TNOZt0PZ5sI/AAAAAAAAACI/YXK2F0I9Tm8/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-5488879159852279966</id><published>2010-11-01T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:46:53.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless in Centennial</title><content type='html'>Hoping tonight will not be the fourth night in a row that my Lili bird wakes every hour. My sleepy, easy going newborn switched places with her sister when she was a few&amp;nbsp;months old. Since then, we have tried different things to get this little peanut to sleep all night. I used to think she was genuinely hungry and woke to eat. Since she is smaller than her twin, she does eat more often. She has her daddy's metabolism! But now, it just seems like she is wanting to be patted or tucked in....EVERY HOUR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After feeling super guilty in the morning if we discipline this behavior, Pablo and I had to put things into perspective. Pablo often asks, how would God raise our&amp;nbsp;children? Yes, Yes, He is the Father, but how would He handle a baby, toddler, or child? Or how does He handle us? Does God tire of helping us? Loving us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments and discussion are welcomed. I will let you know how this little girl sleeps the rest of the&amp;nbsp;week. In the meantime, I will drink a lot of coffee and take advantage of the time loving on my sleepless girl...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img _src="http://ts2.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=300860576165&amp;amp;id=52a356ce49286e5c2700c24c31752e32&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fjustrealized.s3.amazonaws.com%2fmedia%2f2009%2f03%2fsheep-from-msn.png" class="img_pt hv_on" onabort="ScrollPanel.errImg(this);" onerror="ScrollPanel.errImg(this);" onload="ScrollPanel.loadImg(this);" src="http://ts2.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=300860576165&amp;amp;id=52a356ce49286e5c2700c24c31752e32&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fjustrealized.s3.amazonaws.com%2fmedia%2f2009%2f03%2fsheep-from-msn.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-5488879159852279966?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/5488879159852279966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2010/11/sleepless-in-centennial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/5488879159852279966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/5488879159852279966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2010/11/sleepless-in-centennial.html' title='Sleepless in Centennial'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-218822134517043207</id><published>2010-10-31T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T13:34:16.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Vomit</title><content type='html'>Gross title, I know. It is Halloween, so I figured it was fitting. I have titled this blog entry&amp;nbsp;this because there is so much on&amp;nbsp;my mind that it might just&amp;nbsp;shoot out, be all messy, stinky and make no sense at all. Kind of why I started this thing in the first place. Plus, I had to clean up some barf on Friday. From a child that will remain nameless, in order to protect her cuteness. *note to self,&amp;nbsp;five pieces of cheese for a 15 month old is too many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love Halloween. I DO love dressing up my girls. Bella was a princess, the babies were bugs. I usually use hand-me-down costumes, or stuff we already have. This year was no exception. Although Halloween does not pull on my heart strings, seeing Cinderella prance around and my buggies waddle with antennae bouncing, does. It makes my heart full of joy. They are so precious. This is why I do somewhat partake in this holiday that seems so dark. I pick out the fun light hearted stuff and go with it. I find no joy in watching films that&amp;nbsp;look into so called "paranormal" activity, blood, and guts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TM5i4P77qHI/AAAAAAAAABg/v2gkRhKdqFw/s1600/IMG_4737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TM5i4P77qHI/AAAAAAAAABg/v2gkRhKdqFw/s320/IMG_4737.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful weekend with many talks that I can look back on and smile. My sister introduced us to her new boyfriend today, which was awesome. Felicia came and kept me company Saturday while our husbands played a show. There are a handful of people that I feel truly "get" me. Nichole, my mom, BBFF, and Felicia. Sometimes Pablo. That sounds horrible, but women just get other women better sometimes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also come away from this weekend, and week actually, thinking...."I want to give my piece of mind to so many people!" I have gone back and forth so many times on if I should or shouldn't tell people how&amp;nbsp;I REALLY feel. I have come to the conclusion that if I don't, then I will eventually have a "word vomit" episode and all of my kept up feelings and emotions will come out in a very sudden, stinky, and ugly way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I care too much about people and things. What if I did all the things I think about doing, or saying? Would this prevent the emotional and verbal&amp;nbsp;vomit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Maybe next time I wont tell my cousin their baby is cute on FB because they never comment on my photos, or tell them hello on their "wall" because they don't do it on mine. Maybe I will write an email to someone who hurt my mom, or brother. Maybe next time I wont just think it, but I will actually do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last week I came to that crossroads. I said something that I felt would prevent harm on my children.&amp;nbsp;Drama. I caused drama! Me? Can you imagine that?&amp;nbsp;Yet after all is said and done. I feel better for having said it. It was what I was feeling. Don't they say if you keep feelings in, it causes cancer? Haha. That will be my reasoning behind saying what is on my mind instead of withholding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, Bella and I had fun making dirt worm cups and cookies for her party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TM5iH97xAiI/AAAAAAAAABc/dFAVNzE5c94/s1600/IMG_4729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TM5iH97xAiI/AAAAAAAAABc/dFAVNzE5c94/s320/IMG_4729.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Getting excited for all the babies and possible weddings coming&amp;nbsp;up soon! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-218822134517043207?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/218822134517043207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-vomit.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/218822134517043207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/218822134517043207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-vomit.html' title='Blog Vomit'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TM5i4P77qHI/AAAAAAAAABg/v2gkRhKdqFw/s72-c/IMG_4737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175409941852645051.post-8882780324436249803</id><published>2010-10-27T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T23:45:37.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life...for real?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever looked at your life, or "looked back" on your life and thought....WHAT HAPPENED? More importantly, WHEN? I had one of this moments last week. Let me begin by describing the scene of this out of body &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: no make up, frazzled in the kitchen, burning pumpkin bread, sweating, and probably yelling something like "NO! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; touch!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo: folding 3 baskets of laundry in the living room, with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MNF&lt;/span&gt; on the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: running around, curly hair and all, bossing her sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lili&lt;/span&gt;: Naked. No diaper. Nothing. Waiting for someone to put her diaper back on, which she ripped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabi: Also naked, but with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dipe&lt;/span&gt;, also awaiting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the picture? Chaos. So of course this is the time our new neighbour chooses to knock on the door with a bottle of wine. I am looking horrible, naked children, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blaring&lt;/span&gt; TV. And, and, AND, our new friend upstairs is an old high school classmate! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Duuuude&lt;/span&gt;! Yes, this is my life, for real. She did not recognize me at first but soon realized this former skinny, tan, very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt;, person has been transformed.&lt;br /&gt;That encounter left me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reeling&lt;/span&gt; for a few days. Although I see close friends from high school often, this was different. My friends have seen my progression, from Barbie (as Pablo says) to this very different person I am today.&lt;br /&gt;So after I recovered a few days later I started to examine WHEN this life change transpired. It just happened. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Life happens. I would not change this life of mine for anything.&lt;br /&gt;But the body...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is me blogging. I am going to try it out. The name means nothing more than what it says. i love babies, and cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few blog names I considered using though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.5minutesforparenting.com/340/340/"&gt;http://www.5minutesforparenting.com/340/340/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175409941852645051-8882780324436249803?l=mommynina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/feeds/8882780324436249803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-lifefor-real.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/8882780324436249803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175409941852645051/posts/default/8882780324436249803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommynina.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-lifefor-real.html' title='My life...for real?'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057782793306496247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__DPSiFiCrKo/TMkm3c4DTjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lxeHlaseU60/S220/n543495710_8314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
