<?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-655185982533309490</id><updated>2012-01-31T08:01:41.072-05:00</updated><category term='Diapers for 3;  Spread too thin'/><title type='text'>Stressed and Blessed</title><subtitle type='html'>We had 4 children in 2 years and 11 months. This is our story!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>410</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-2209853722126625508</id><published>2012-01-29T20:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T20:29:48.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SbHuccmAT_s/TyXyMjMPgFI/AAAAAAAAA1E/0Ktj7PWM28o/s1600/photo-2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SbHuccmAT_s/TyXyMjMPgFI/AAAAAAAAA1E/0Ktj7PWM28o/s320/photo-2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703230800553541714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my big boy riding his scooter in the driveway, he loves being outside! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-2209853722126625508?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/2209853722126625508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=2209853722126625508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/2209853722126625508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/2209853722126625508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2012/01/evan.html' title='Evan'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SbHuccmAT_s/TyXyMjMPgFI/AAAAAAAAA1E/0Ktj7PWM28o/s72-c/photo-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-3491330602901847093</id><published>2012-01-05T09:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T09:30:22.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the news</title><content type='html'> &lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left' style='clear:both;'&gt;There is a story in the news from yesterday about a 15 year old boy who was shot to death by police officers inside of his school. The boy apparently displayed the gun and engaged in fights (or fight) with another student(s). The administration dialed 911 and put the school on lock down. The police arrived, came into contact with the student and repeatedly told the boy to drop his gun and he refused to do so. The two officers shot him twice, killing him. How awful for the 750 students in that school and their parents. I also feel for the parents of the boy that lost his life. After everything was over the police discovered that the gun was a pellet gun and not a "real gun". They have shown pictures of the gun and it looks exactly like a "real gun". Some are saying that the killing of the boy was unjustified because he only had a pellet gun. There was no way for the officers to know that. I 100% support the actions the officers took if what was reported is exactly what happened. I have a child in school now, and will have a second one in school in the fall, if this incident occurred at their school, I hope and pray the school district and police officers would have handled it the same way. &lt;br&gt;I pray with all of my heart that something like this will never occur at their school. It's scary enough to put your young child on the big yellow bus and wave goodbye, placing them in the hands of others to take care of. When things like this happen it just makes me sick to my stomach.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-3491330602901847093?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/3491330602901847093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=3491330602901847093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/3491330602901847093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/3491330602901847093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-news.html' title='In the news'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-1352522652972690073</id><published>2011-12-04T20:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T20:56:59.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>Something goofy is going on with my Facebook, things are being deleted, there are posts up that I didn't make...maybe this is a good reason to delete my Facebook for a while! ;-)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-1352522652972690073?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/1352522652972690073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=1352522652972690073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/1352522652972690073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/1352522652972690073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/12/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-3989545876142703032</id><published>2011-11-28T19:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T20:08:17.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOUSE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oCBX-ucBkls/TtQuU6cNIVI/AAAAAAAAA04/w5jBpFUxep0/s1600/deerhouse.aspx" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oCBX-ucBkls/TtQuU6cNIVI/AAAAAAAAA04/w5jBpFUxep0/s320/deerhouse.aspx" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680215966840856914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmm...These pictures just won't go where I want them to. It's just a few random pictures of the house, the sideways picture is of deer enjoying our yard. And the one on of the front of the house is showing off the front door being red now and not the awful yellow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-6hL_Bqh5I/TtQuUdiiZtI/AAAAAAAAA0w/jxHx3k6MyNc/s1600/madelinehouse.aspx" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-6hL_Bqh5I/TtQuUdiiZtI/AAAAAAAAA0w/jxHx3k6MyNc/s320/madelinehouse.aspx" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680215959082788562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RGL8gXOqfw/TtQuUAZ2X2I/AAAAAAAAA0g/5JHEAe08sTc/s1600/housefireplace.aspx" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RGL8gXOqfw/TtQuUAZ2X2I/AAAAAAAAA0g/5JHEAe08sTc/s320/housefireplace.aspx" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680215951261720418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YOegfAtqR20/TtQuT0mdT0I/AAAAAAAAA0U/FacwIRYETTM/s1600/housereddoor.aspx" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YOegfAtqR20/TtQuT0mdT0I/AAAAAAAAA0U/FacwIRYETTM/s320/housereddoor.aspx" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680215948093378370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-3989545876142703032?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/3989545876142703032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=3989545876142703032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/3989545876142703032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/3989545876142703032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/11/house.html' title='HOUSE!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oCBX-ucBkls/TtQuU6cNIVI/AAAAAAAAA04/w5jBpFUxep0/s72-c/deerhouse.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-8433543810573268150</id><published>2011-11-09T07:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T07:52:55.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow, Tomorrow....</title><content type='html'>We close on the house tomorrow morning! We have waited for so long, since we made the decision to buy the 'other' house this has been our plan. We are nervous, excited, happy, scared, and a host of other things. We have been staying with my parents for 7 long weeks and I can't thank them enough for letting us stay here an completely disrupt their household and their sanity. But we are more than ready to move on! It has been a test of patience and tongue biting on so many levels and we are all just ready to have our own space again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to start making our new house a home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-8433543810573268150?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/8433543810573268150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=8433543810573268150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8433543810573268150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8433543810573268150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/11/tomorrow-tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow, Tomorrow....'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-5286455069342066924</id><published>2011-11-06T20:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T20:42:42.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well?</title><content type='html'>We should hear the results of the water test for the house tomorrow late afternoon. The well needed to be shocked and we are praying that it worked. The house has been vacant for over a year so the water not passing wasn't a surprise, we just hope that a shock was all that it needed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we hear the results from that and have a 100% go for closing on Thursday I get to start calling companies and setting up utilities, deliveries and getting the hot tub guy to come out and get us up and running! I'm SO looking forward to soaking in it after moving and unpacking! I need to make a decision on what washer and dryer to buy, I just can't decide. I know that I want the most energy efficient one I can find. It's going to cost more up front but will be worth it in the long run since 6 people make a TON of laundry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-5286455069342066924?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/5286455069342066924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=5286455069342066924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/5286455069342066924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/5286455069342066924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/11/well.html' title='well?'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-8894447897665332065</id><published>2011-11-01T20:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:47:01.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home??</title><content type='html'>Our loan has gotten funding back, sorta kinda, it's not definite but we have hope now. We have a mortgage commitment date of this Friday and still no news on our mortgage since they are so backed up from loans that were supposed to close in late October. I'm freaking out. Just a little. Ok, a lot. We have a Settlement goal of Nov 11. Which would mean that we only have 8 more days before we are home owners again and not squatters. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are more than a few people talking "trash" about us and it bothered me at first, but not any more. As I've said many times before, Jealousy is a nasty, nasty thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-8894447897665332065?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/8894447897665332065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=8894447897665332065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8894447897665332065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8894447897665332065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/11/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home??'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-7047998486428301834</id><published>2011-10-21T19:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T19:38:39.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PANIC</title><content type='html'>I'm panicking. Our loan still has no funding. Other lenders are no longer accepting applications for these loans until sometime after mid November. We are set to close on November 18th. It's 4 weeks from today. We had hoped to close sooner than that but obviously that's not looking like a possibility. It only took 2 weeks the last time the loan had funding pulled and 2 days the time prior and now it's our house on the line and it has already been 3 weeks and no word of the funding coming back. I'm just so damn scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-7047998486428301834?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/7047998486428301834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=7047998486428301834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7047998486428301834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7047998486428301834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/10/panic.html' title='PANIC'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-2508622026177920037</id><published>2011-10-18T19:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T19:33:32.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Sh*t!</title><content type='html'>The appraisal was challenged and they LOST! So we now get a cool $10,000 knocked off of the sales price! Holy crap - we are stunned and ecstatic! Maybe the appraiser couldn't see past the ugly yellow front and side door and all of the AWFUL wallpaper inside, oh and the ugly bathroom flooring. But all of those are "easy" cosmetic fixes! Please pardon me for bragging, because I totally am ~ thank you to the appraiser for helping us get our 3,200 sq ft, 3-1/2 bath dream home on 1.50 acres for 10k less!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-2508622026177920037?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/2508622026177920037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=2508622026177920037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/2508622026177920037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/2508622026177920037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/10/holy-sht.html' title='Holy Sh*t!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-2067619259503854162</id><published>2011-10-17T21:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T21:11:58.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>News on the "hope to be" new house:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was broken into sometime over the weekend and they ruined at least the 9ft patio doors which are really expensive to replace.  :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our loan still has no funding, so a big "thank you" to the Government for possibly making us lose this house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The appraisal came back low, which is pure crap according to all local comps for houses sold within the last 3 months. They are challenging the appraisal and if it doesn't work they have the option of pulling out of the contract and we lose all of the money already invested in the house, or lower the sales price to what the house DID appraise for which would be good for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired of all of this. We NEED to get out of my parents house since it's just getting worse every day. The kids need stability. We need our own space and my parents need their space back! I'm ready to move on, literally!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praying this all works out and all of this headache and worry will have been worth it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-2067619259503854162?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/2067619259503854162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=2067619259503854162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/2067619259503854162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/2067619259503854162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/10/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-4835272933533782894</id><published>2011-10-11T20:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T20:21:03.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving right along</title><content type='html'>We had our home inspection today that went pretty much as we had expected. Our 1st water test was bad so we're working on shocking the well and retesting. Late this afternoon was the termite inspection which we don't have the results for and tomorrow is our appraisal. We are the most anxious about the appraisal because that will tell us what our loan is going to require us to fix. The next hurdle to overcome and certainly the biggest is us getting our mortgage!!! It's so stressful because as of right now there is NO funding for our loan. The government better get it in gear and sign off on the new funding! &lt;div&gt;We cannot wait to get on with our lives - we feel like we are in severe limbo! We drove by the Y today and I miss it so much! I want to get the kids back into their programs and us back into the gym! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so excited for the kids to see their new house. Oh how I hope it ends up as our new house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-4835272933533782894?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/4835272933533782894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=4835272933533782894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/4835272933533782894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/4835272933533782894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/10/moving-right-along.html' title='Moving right along'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-8267992972612621172</id><published>2011-10-08T20:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T20:46:57.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0C22hPc25MQ/TpDsvhRA1AI/AAAAAAAAAzw/UlEjSPT9kDU/s1600/newhousebasement.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6YX0M_s1Ogc/TpDsvfRQzQI/AAAAAAAAAzg/-N5Jwel2TP8/s320/newhouseliving1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661285032196623618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mUlQP8IYtNs/TpDsvfeaJTI/AAAAAAAAAzY/qO_IekLf6gk/s1600/newhousekitchen2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mUlQP8IYtNs/TpDsvfeaJTI/AAAAAAAAAzY/qO_IekLf6gk/s320/newhousekitchen2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661285032251761970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hcEu93ksRi0/TpDsvHvr7SI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/oJ9TflaKvXo/s1600/newhousekitchen.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hcEu93ksRi0/TpDsvHvr7SI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/oJ9TflaKvXo/s320/newhousekitchen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661285025881779490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-8267992972612621172?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/8267992972612621172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=8267992972612621172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8267992972612621172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8267992972612621172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/10/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0C22hPc25MQ/TpDsvhRA1AI/AAAAAAAAAzw/UlEjSPT9kDU/s72-c/newhousebasement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-4206912964131778997</id><published>2011-10-06T20:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T20:24:59.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOUSE!</title><content type='html'>We went to see our house tonight. And we absolutely LOVE IT! The yard, the stone pillars and fireplace, and a driveway with a garage! After 5 plus years of parallel parking - a driveway is heaven!!! The septic inspection has been completed and is fine, the bank did the inspection and provided us with a copy. We are fine with it and we didn't have to pay for it! Ha! Tomorrow morning we go to do mortgage things and pray that the government gives funding back to our loan program or we are screwed, but I'm trying not to think that way! Tuesday at noon is our home inspection which I'm nervous about. Our loan has strict safety codes and if there's anything that they object to we have to fix it ourselves before settlement since this house is bank owned. It's scary! We already know that we need to install a railing on top of a retaining wall and probably power wash and stain the deck since there is not allowed to be any peeling paint and the deck needs to be stained really bad. I'm kind of glad though because we don't like the color anyway. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The house has tons of horrible wallpaper. Oh my word. It's everywhere! They even wallpapered the outlet covers and light switches!! We have our work cut out for us with removing all of that. We also have to paint every room but will have to do it after we move in since staying here longer than necessary just isn't an option. There are many updates to be made, flooring in some rooms, doors, light fixtures, etc, but when we are done it's going to be our perfect house! I'm struggling with being too excited and then being let down by something going wrong with the inspections or mortgage. The mortgage wouldn't be a worry if the the government would just pass the stupid fiscal budget already. Ug. Our loan doesn't have funding as well as the VA loans. Say a prayer that everything works out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-4206912964131778997?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/4206912964131778997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=4206912964131778997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/4206912964131778997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/4206912964131778997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/10/house_06.html' title='HOUSE!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-4348582462495667300</id><published>2011-10-05T19:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T19:42:15.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>House!</title><content type='html'> &lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;We got a house!! We have a freaking new house!! That we haven't ever seen in person!! Yes, that's what I said!! We're crazy but felt from the minute we saw the pictures that this house was the one. We will see it tomorrow night after we get back from NC!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-4348582462495667300?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/4348582462495667300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=4348582462495667300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/4348582462495667300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/4348582462495667300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/10/house.html' title='House!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-7406159614366670539</id><published>2011-09-20T19:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T19:58:44.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished</title><content type='html'> &lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;The time has come and this is our last night in this house. I'm relieved, excited, scared, and angry all at the same time. I'm relieved that this chapter of our life is over. We have hated living here for so long that the thought of not coming back here brings me such relief! We are excited about finding a house we will love coming home to and that will have the room, inside and out, that we need! I'm scared and angry because we don't have a house under contract yet and I thought it would be easier than it has been. We've bid on 3 houses and have had something go wrong on each. I'm not looking forward to staying with my parents for a few weeks while we figure out what to do, find a house to buy or rent something until "our" house comes along. I know my parents aren't looking forward to it either but have been gracious enough to let us stay there for a bit. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have to say that I'm pretty proud of myself, I've literally packed the entire house by myself! Matt has been on a shut down and has been on night shift this entire month except for the 14th so things have been wicked tough in the Brown house lately. He's been getting up early to go to see a few houses with me, the other times my Dad has gone with me for a second set of eyes. Mom has watched the kids on a few occasions while we did that or while we made trips to the storage unit with Dad's trailer. I couldn't have done this without them! I'm so proud of Matt too! He has been away from his family for about 16 hours a day for the whole month and has been pulled in 1,000 different directions and hasn't complained too much! This is his first shut down where he was a boss and the stress of that was different for him but he is doing amazing! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We go to settlement on Friday morning and we didn't want to go so we tried to sign the papers early with a notary but something messed things up and we have to go Friday. I didn't want to go because it's uncomfortable to be selling a house we hate to someone we went to high school with. I graduated with the husband and his wife was a grade or two behind us so it's just really strange. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't think there has been another time in my life where I've felt as out of control as I do now. Everything is chaotic and I've been screwing up some major things that I normally wouldn't. I'm averaging 4 hours of sleep a night, have had the house a mess with no time to organize important papers. I can't focus on anything. I'm so scattered it's crazy. I hope I get my act together more after Friday when this chapter is closed and I can just concentrate on the kids and finding them a new house. I get so upset when I think about how often they've wanted to go outside to play and I wouldn't let them because of the "activities" and people that were around. We would have to go to the park or my parents for them to really play. I cannot wait to give them a big back yard to run crazy in and a place for them to ride their bikes and just be kids. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I apologize that this post has been so all over the place but as I said, I can't focus on anything! &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-7406159614366670539?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/7406159614366670539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=7406159614366670539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7406159614366670539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7406159614366670539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/09/finished.html' title='Finished'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-4160310790781768229</id><published>2011-08-12T12:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T12:30:39.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>House Update</title><content type='html'> &lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;Our Inspection, Termite and Radon reports came in today and they were even better than we expected! We have to install a new hot water heater which we already knew, and do 3 other tiny things and then we're ready to roll! Our last hurdle to get over before settlement is the appraisal which I'm hoping is going to be done next week. I can't take the not knowing anymore! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We have been seriously house shopping and are really thinking that we will NOT be moving to NJ. We cannot find anything we like in a house but worse than that we can't find an area we would want to live in. We're just 'country folk' I guess and in NJ there isn't much of that in our price range. We have fallen in love with a house in PA but aren't done shopping just yet. We are hoping to put an offer in on something as soon as we get the appraisal results. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm stressed beyond belief, exhausted from not sleeping, walking around in a fog because my mind is going 1,000 miles a minute, and just beyond excited, happy and relieved!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-4160310790781768229?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/4160310790781768229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=4160310790781768229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/4160310790781768229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/4160310790781768229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/08/house-update.html' title='House Update'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-1776502021820257950</id><published>2011-08-03T22:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T22:52:39.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick</title><content type='html'> &lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;We got an offer on our house and are going to close Sept 23 if everything goes well! We are cautiously excited. The inspections and appraisal will be done on Monday the 8th and we hope to have all of the results by Friday the 12th. I'm beyond nervous that something will go wrong with the inspections or appraisal and the deal will fall through. I'm nervous about the radon testing for some reason. We had ok results 5 years ago so we should be fine but I'm so scared that the results are going to be dangerously high and we didn't know it and it hurt the kids or something. I know I worry too much. The appraisal is going to be a huge hurdle as well as making sure the knob and tube wiring in two rooms doesn't pose a problem. It shouldn't because the buyer knows about it now since it's in the sellers disclosure. After the inspections are complete and the buyer ok's everything or we come to terms with changes they want made, we will start looking for a new house. I don't want to start too soon be because I don't want to fall in love with a house and then have something go wrong with selling this house. Everything just seems so surreal.&lt;br&gt;Last week we sold Matt's truck. He loved his truck but we decided that we needed to get rid of it since the house wasn't selling and we couldn't afford the gas in it anymore. Last weekend I buried a Saint Joseph statue upside down, facing our house next to the for sale sign and said a prayer to Saint Joseph to help us sell our house and move on. I had never heard of this before and if you haven't either, google it so you know I'm not completely crazy. But my friend Rebecca, who I owe big time for telling me about it, suggested we get one. Low and behold, we got two showings on Monday and a signed contract on Wednesday. I also can't help but think that MomMom had something to do with it. MomMom always told me to "not take her babies away" and move away from her since she just adored seeing them all of the time. And now that she has passed, she helped us sell since she's now with us wherever we go. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I better try to get some sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-1776502021820257950?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/1776502021820257950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=1776502021820257950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/1776502021820257950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/1776502021820257950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/08/quick.html' title='Quick'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-2888699010164110295</id><published>2011-06-30T10:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T10:01:34.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'> &lt;p&gt;&lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;How is it possible that we are heading into the 4th of July weekend?! And two more weeks until I turn 30!! Holy moly! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-2888699010164110295?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/2888699010164110295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=2888699010164110295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/2888699010164110295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/2888699010164110295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-day.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-7319228520608047719</id><published>2011-06-28T22:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T22:25:49.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MomMom</title><content type='html'> &lt;p&gt;&lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;Matt's Grandmother went into the arms of Jesus tonight at 9:05pm. We will miss her terribly. I will miss seeing her all of the time when the kids and I go for walks. We would stop and see her several times a week when the weather was nice. We would see her not as often in the winter but still stopped over for short visits. I am so sad to think of telling the kids in the morning. The kids kept drawing her pictures and wanting to go and see her to make her feel better. &lt;br&gt;Please pray for Matt's family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-7319228520608047719?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/7319228520608047719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=7319228520608047719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7319228520608047719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7319228520608047719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/06/mommom.html' title='MomMom'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-8296680460271472393</id><published>2011-06-24T10:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T10:07:55.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Update</title><content type='html'> &lt;p&gt;&lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;Matt's Grandmother is one strong lady! She's trying to keep her promise to Rob that she'll still be here when he comes back on Saturday afternoon. I pray that she can do it, but like I said, She's a strong woman so if anyone could, it'd be her!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Another member of Matt's family, Whose nickname is Brownie, passed away last night around 10:30pm. He fought a hard battle with cancer. I remember Brownie from when we both worked at W&amp;J, he was so vibrant and always poking fun at people and making them laugh when he would come into the office around lunch. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm trying to help with everything going on as much as I can but I don't want the kids to see MomMom like she is so I can only help if Matt is at home. I've made food to take down and am going to make more to try and make sure that Debbi is eating and taking care of herself while she's caring for MomMom. Talk about a strong woman, Debbi is amazing and is doing everything she can with such grace. I so wish that there was more that I could do to help. My heart just aches for everyone, I'm trying to put my own feelings aside, but that's a whole other post. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Keep praying for peace, comfort and strength for everyone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-8296680460271472393?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/8296680460271472393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=8296680460271472393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8296680460271472393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8296680460271472393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/06/family-update.html' title='Family Update'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-8836790974081235349</id><published>2011-06-23T10:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T10:56:43.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough One</title><content type='html'>Today is going to be a tough day. Matt's Grandmother is going to meet Jesus very soon and it's very hard on everyone. Please pray for Matt and his family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-8836790974081235349?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/8836790974081235349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=8836790974081235349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8836790974081235349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8836790974081235349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/06/tough-one.html' title='Tough One'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-1188874669889336770</id><published>2011-06-20T12:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T13:21:00.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"If people are trying to bring you down, it only means that you are above them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-1188874669889336770?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/1188874669889336770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=1188874669889336770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/1188874669889336770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/1188874669889336770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/06/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-7724322057017593721</id><published>2011-06-11T20:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T20:29:08.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>The more that it sinks in that my engagement ring is gone forever, the more upset I get. I just can't believe that it's gone. I have been looking online at a new ring but all I want is "my" ring. I won't have any trouble getting a ring that looks just like it because I had a solitaire but obviously it just isn't the same. We were talking about having my diamond reset since I couldn't get it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;resized&lt;/span&gt; and we had even looked at a few settings and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with getting a new setting for it before I lost it. But I just don't even want to go and look at rings. I just want my ring back.   :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-7724322057017593721?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/7724322057017593721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=7724322057017593721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7724322057017593721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7724322057017593721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/06/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-454316310828467936</id><published>2011-06-10T19:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T19:50:08.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>I apologize for the scattered, horribly written post - but after reading this post, you'll know why. We came home from Hatteras, NC today. We had a blast at the beach! The kids loved the beach and literally ran around non-stop for hours. We would get home from the beach and jump right into the pool, and Grace and Evan were like little fish! We went onto the beach in Frisco since the beach was super flat and there were amazing tide pools for the kids to play in. We went onto the sound side of the island on Thursday and we found a lot of hermit crabs that the kids had a blast playing with! We went to Ocracoke on Monday and ate a Howard's Pub, then did a little shopping and hung out on the island. All of the kids slept on the ferry ride back to Hatteras. &lt;div&gt;The ride home this morning was interesting, we left at 3am and got stuck on the only road off the island because of a fire. We were stuck there for almost 2 hours, which made our 9 hour ride home almost 11 hours. The kids were troopers and did really well in the car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the bad things that happened while we were at the beach was I lost my engagement ring. I'm beyond upset. I have lost weight and it was getting loose and I shouldn't have been wearing it. I took it off before we went to the beach every day and then Thursday morning was crazy and forgot to take it off. We were on our way back to the house when I realized that I only had my wedding band on. I never resized my wedding band, it's still a 5-1/2, but I had my engagement ring resized because even after the twins were born my fingers were so fat that I thought they'd never get smaller. I'm just sick thinking about it. I keep thinking that maybe I'll end up finding it in the car or in one of the bags but I'm 99% sure that I lost it on the beach/in the ocean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lost ring is nothing compared to other news we found out while we were away, and the reason that we came home a day early. Matt's Grandmother, who we call MomMom and is Rob's Mom, is very very sick. She only has a few days left. I always take the kids for a walk and go to visit her. She always has cookies for the kids. They sure love their MomMom. We haven't told the kids anything other than she is very sick. MomMom has made the decision to come home from the hospital tomorrow so we will all go and visit with her tomorrow at her house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-454316310828467936?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/454316310828467936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=454316310828467936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/454316310828467936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/454316310828467936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/06/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-8166256157044408148</id><published>2011-05-31T20:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T20:24:04.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST MINUTE!</title><content type='html'>I am beyond excited - we found a last minute bargain beach rental! I'm so excited to get out of this town!! The kids are pumped - uncrowded beaches, a private heated pool at our house, a hot tub, screened in porch and views of the beach and sound from the house, what more could we ask for?!! I am trying to get everything ready to go away as well as get the house ready so that it will be ready for a showing in case we get one while we're away! Last year we thought that there was no way we were going to have a showing while we were away but low and behold we got a guy who wanted a second showing and I had to ask a huge favor from Molly to go over and clean up my house, I was mortified!! &lt;div&gt;I think a vacation is just what we need!   :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-8166256157044408148?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/8166256157044408148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=8166256157044408148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8166256157044408148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8166256157044408148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/05/last-minute.html' title='LAST MINUTE!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-3602923412614993814</id><published>2011-05-22T22:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T22:53:56.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Good Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I know that I've said this many many many times before but I'm reaching out to the blogging world for some positive thoughts, prayers if you're the praying type, to help us sell our house. We NEED something to change. NOW. To say that I'm miserable is an understatement. It's sending me into a depression and that's not helping anyone or anything. We just need someone to buy the darn house so that we can literally move on with our lives. This living in limbo stuff is awful. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There - rant over.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll have a happy post with pictures soon!! Promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-3602923412614993814?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/3602923412614993814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=3602923412614993814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/3602923412614993814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/3602923412614993814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/05/think-good-thoughts.html' title='Think Good Thoughts'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-1386910451028007491</id><published>2011-05-20T20:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T20:50:30.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Day!</title><content type='html'>Today was Grace's big graduation ceremony for Pre-K. She did amazing, I am so proud of her! I can't wait to post some pictures and video of her. On our way home she asked how many days until she starts Kindergarten! And Evan said, "I'm going to miss Grace when she's in Kindergarten." So sweet! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a different topic - we need a miracle in order to sell this house. I'm praying that the market will pick up a little in June after school lets out. I am desperate to move before Kindergarten starts, but am trying to be ok with that not happening because it's not looking good. I've heard rumblings that the banks are starting to loosen up a little bit about their lending so I'm hoping that that will help potential buyers and we will SELL!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-1386910451028007491?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/1386910451028007491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=1386910451028007491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/1386910451028007491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/1386910451028007491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/05/big-day.html' title='Big Day!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-3594687633022180044</id><published>2011-05-16T11:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T11:31:21.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 More to Go!!</title><content type='html'>This is the last week of school for Grace and Evan. Evan's last day is tomorrow and we will go to school at 11am for an ice cream party. I'm sad to see this year over for Evan because his teacher is wonderful and so are the assistant teachers! He has learned and grown a lot this year. We have struggled with the decision on where to send him next year and have decided to go to another preschool due to other issues we are having with his school. Grace has her last day on Thursday and I cannot wait. She has had a tumultuous year and I'm glad to see it come to an end. I have tremendous guilt over decisions we made for her this year and I'm just glad to put it behind us and move on. Grace has kindergarten testing on Tuesday night and she is excited to go and see the inside of her new school! Friday Grace will graduate from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-Kindergarten and I'm so excited and anxious. The last time there was a "production" at school she wanted no part of it. She seems very excited this time so I hope that things go differently. Debbi and Rob will be coming down and all of the kids are so excited that they get to see them so soon after being with them this past weekend. I so wish we lived closer. It melts my heart to see them with their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grammie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PopPop&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been cleaning and organizing all morning trying to put away everything that we took to the mountains. Matt went to Walmart and Home Depot where he spent waaaayyyy too much. He's not allowed to go there alone any more! lol  After lunch we're heading to the gym for a much needed work out after not eating so well, and drinking a few too many beers this weekend!   :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I'm hoping to once and for all figure out why I cannot upload pictures to my computer from my camera. I haven't been able to do it for a few months and have been putting off trying to figure out the problem but now my memory card is full and I need to clear it before Friday's graduation! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-3594687633022180044?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/3594687633022180044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=3594687633022180044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/3594687633022180044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/3594687633022180044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/05/3-more-to-go.html' title='3 More to Go!!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-4680103520066909346</id><published>2011-05-15T16:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T16:20:25.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhale!</title><content type='html'>We had a great weekend in the mountains! Grammie and PopPop surprised the kids with a HUGE new swingset that has towers and swings and a slide and a climbing wall! They were beyond excited and so were we! &lt;div&gt;Matt and I got a lot of time to ourselves at the cabin which was wonderful! We had a lot of time to just talk and relax. We played cards Saturday night and maybe had a few too many to drink but I think the last time we did that was...well...I have no idea when! I got some time alone to relax in silence while Matt was out on the 4 wheeler and it really did me good. I've been struggling with a lot of decisions lately and I had some time to sort them out. I feel like a weight has been lifted! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now there's just 3 weeks until Matt has TWO WHOLE WEEKS off!!!! I cannot wait! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-4680103520066909346?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/4680103520066909346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=4680103520066909346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/4680103520066909346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/4680103520066909346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/05/exhale.html' title='Exhale!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-7060064049903666170</id><published>2011-05-12T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:29:38.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch, ouch, ouch!</title><content type='html'>I'm the most sore that I've ever been. I worked out with the trainer yesterday. I hurt in places that I never knew existed. I am at my goal size. I just bought a new pair of jeans in the size that I never thought I would see ever again!! My new goal is to firm everything that I can possibly firm and tone! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm off to try and clean, organize, pack and then get the kids from school and head out shopping before we leave for the mountains tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-7060064049903666170?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/7060064049903666170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=7060064049903666170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7060064049903666170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7060064049903666170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/05/ouch-ouch-ouch.html' title='Ouch, ouch, ouch!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-6200567230306297146</id><published>2011-05-11T09:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T10:02:16.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt's Transformation</title><content type='html'>I wanted the pictures in a different order but it just wasn't working....So the top one is of him not looking so happy at work at 4:30 am this morning....and the bottom one is before we started at the Y. He has lost almost 50 pounds!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXpztC3Qdpk/TcqTciYZyfI/AAAAAAAAAys/QeTJJeVFQtU/s1600/matttoday.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXpztC3Qdpk/TcqTciYZyfI/AAAAAAAAAys/QeTJJeVFQtU/s320/matttoday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605454804690782706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R1lHe6N7ed8/TcqTcb5z1BI/AAAAAAAAAyc/NbOoaNcwSq8/s1600/mattBIG.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R1lHe6N7ed8/TcqTcb5z1BI/AAAAAAAAAyc/NbOoaNcwSq8/s320/mattBIG.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605454802951853074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-6200567230306297146?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/6200567230306297146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=6200567230306297146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/6200567230306297146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/6200567230306297146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/05/matts-transformation.html' title='Matt&apos;s Transformation'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXpztC3Qdpk/TcqTciYZyfI/AAAAAAAAAys/QeTJJeVFQtU/s72-c/matttoday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-7866300275006448734</id><published>2011-05-09T14:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T14:36:26.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diapers.</title><content type='html'>What diapers? I am still in disbelief that I am close to having two trustworthy potty trained girls on my hands. No diapers, except night time pullups, in 3 weeks. After 5-1/2 years of having kids in diapers we're finally diaper free - I'm just amazed. That is all.   :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-7866300275006448734?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/7866300275006448734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=7866300275006448734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7866300275006448734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7866300275006448734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/05/diapers.html' title='Diapers.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-118374675824051543</id><published>2011-05-08T20:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T20:57:55.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>6 years ago on Mother's Day is when we told my extended family that we were pregnant with Grace. For some reason that hit me like a ton of bricks today, that seems like so long ago yet just yesterday. Grace is talking about loving Justin Beiber. How did she get so 'grown up' that she likes a 'pop star'??? It's unbelievable at times. I've noticed how more aware of reality she is, the good and the bad. I'm really trying to be the very best Mom that I can be ~ I desperately want to raise 3 confident, self respecting, smart and happy girls. I want to raise a confident, respectful, smart, happy little boy. Lead by example. I hardly slept last night just thinking about how I'm succeeding in some areas of parenting and feeling like a miserable failure in others. Thinking about how I can be a better Mother. We've been very out of our groove as a family since Matt's turn around and getting back to normal has been really tough on everyone. I don't know why this turn around has been more difficult on us, but it has. I'm hoping that a trip to the mountains this coming weekend will be just what we need! Some time away from everything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-118374675824051543?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/118374675824051543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=118374675824051543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/118374675824051543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/118374675824051543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-278364737662654870</id><published>2011-05-01T10:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T10:10:48.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CONGRATULATIONS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Congratulations to my sister, Megan, who ran the Broad Street Run this morning!! 10 miles!!! She's "One Bad Mother Runner"!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-278364737662654870?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/278364737662654870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=278364737662654870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/278364737662654870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/278364737662654870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/05/congratulations.html' title='CONGRATULATIONS!!!!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-3656024042213280230</id><published>2011-04-28T20:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T20:15:06.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dah-ling</title><content type='html'>"You're gorgeous, oh Mommy you're gorgeous". "Mommy dah-ling you're just gorgeous!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what my two littlest princesses have been saying to me today! So cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Well, that and "No way Mommy, No way!!"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-3656024042213280230?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/3656024042213280230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=3656024042213280230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/3656024042213280230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/3656024042213280230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/04/dah-ling.html' title='Dah-ling'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-2376202120514483856</id><published>2011-04-26T15:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T15:29:12.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>Easter did a number on my diet. This candy needs to leave the house because I have ZERO will power when it comes to candy! I'm pretty sure I gained a few pounds over the last few days! And I've been lucky to make it to the gym once a week over the past few weeks. I'm really frustrated about that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-2376202120514483856?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/2376202120514483856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=2376202120514483856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/2376202120514483856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/2376202120514483856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-6440933337567098728</id><published>2011-04-25T20:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:25:59.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>I haven't changed a diaper in 9 days! Yes, there have been a few accidents (times 2) but the girls are well on their way to being completely potty trained! I'm so proud of them, and they're SO proud of themselves! It's so cute to watch them clap and cheer for each other too! Wow am I blessed by these two special little girls! I can't believe that the last "baby" thing is now gone, no more diapers. In a strange way I'm kind of sad just because it like the official sign that my tiny little babies are growing up way too fast. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leah got very sick last night, 104 fever and vomiting. I worry so much about the kids when they're sick. I hate, just hate putting them to bed with a high fever. I pray that she wakes up feeling much better and that it somehow miraculously skips the other kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt is on his last night of night shift for this rack and then he's off until Friday day shift. Thank goodness. We're still trying to recover from his turnaround. We are very behind in things with the house so it's almost, &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; a blessing that we haven't had a showing. We have been getting hits on the house like crazy so someone is looking at it at least. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-6440933337567098728?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/6440933337567098728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=6440933337567098728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/6440933337567098728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/6440933337567098728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/04/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-5001808563667172600</id><published>2011-04-24T09:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T09:27:45.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>I want to wish everyone a very blessed and happy Easter! I've kind of dropped off the face of the planet recently and am sad that I haven't been in touch with any friends or any family for that matter. I needed to just regroup in a way I guess. I deleted my Facebook account and so that makes me feel like I've dropped off the face of the Earth since that was my "connection" to the outside world when Matt's working long stretches and I'm home alone with the kids but I needed to. I was getting my feelings hurt by comments made both directly towards me and indirectly and just thought it was silly that I was opening myself up to be upset. I do miss knowing what's happening in my friends lives and we very rarely get to talk in person and pretty much never talk on the phone so it's like I've literally just disappeared. &lt;div&gt;So I'm sending out the following slightly cryptic messages to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;some &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M.T. - I hope you and your family are having a happy and blessed Easter! I wish we could find some time to get together and talk! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R.U. - I feel like I haven't seen you in FOREVER, we need a Target shopping trip! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R.S. - Not sure what to say other than I miss you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D.M. - I feel like at this rate we won't see each other until after our kids graduate from high school! We need to plan a playdate very soon!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-5001808563667172600?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/5001808563667172600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=5001808563667172600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/5001808563667172600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/5001808563667172600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-7860726645009251332</id><published>2011-04-20T07:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T08:00:45.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Salon</title><content type='html'>I got to go to the salon yesterday and get my hair dyed. I had tried something new and gotten blonde and red highlights put in it about 8 weeks ago. I liked them when I first got them because the red was super bright and the blonde was a nice shade but within a week they were faded to pink and a brassy blonde. I got them touched up, at no charge, and the same thing happened. So I waited as long as I could and went to have my hair dyed back to my natural color. Well things didn't go so well! My blonde pieces started turning a strange shade of greenish brown and when she changed the color she was using my hair just wouldn't take the color. If she did too much my hair would have just broken right off and I'd be back to a super short cut, which I'm trying to grow out. You can only see a greenish hue in certain lights so it's not so bad I guess. I go back in May to get it done again. I cannot wait until it's over and I will stick to my tried and true box dye. I like myself better as a brunette.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-7860726645009251332?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/7860726645009251332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=7860726645009251332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7860726645009251332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7860726645009251332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/04/salon.html' title='Salon'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-4698376779835343677</id><published>2011-04-18T21:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:39:48.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days!</title><content type='html'>Today is the 3rd day of potty training boot camp and we are making progress!! As long as the girls are naked they don't have accidents and they only had one accident when they were just wearing underwear but when they're wearing clothes they forget unless you remind them. Both of them did #2 in the potty today! I haven't changed a diaper in THREE days except for the diaper that they were wearing overnight. No diapers for 3 whole days! I have had 1, 2, or 3 kids in diapers for the last 5-1/2 YEARS. I have changed diapers every single day for the last five and a half years. When the twins were born Evan still wore diapers so we had three kids in diapers! I can't believe that we won't be buying diapers and wipes all of the time any more. That's around a $50 a month savings. It may not be exciting to my fellow blog readers but I am bursting at the seams!  :-) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a totally different topic, I posted earlier about mulching around the big tree on the property line today...well tonight the neighbor whose property backs up to ours was letting her Grandson dig in our mulch. She was walking her pitbull and  just watching her Grandson dig in the new mulch. When she was done walking the dog she screamed to her Grandson to "Get the hell in the house" and flicked her cigarette into the mulch. Nice. Um, can we move now?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-4698376779835343677?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/4698376779835343677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=4698376779835343677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/4698376779835343677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/4698376779835343677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/04/3-days.html' title='3 days!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-9166082314909731854</id><published>2011-04-18T14:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T14:35:25.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's on!</title><content type='html'>The house is officially on the market as of today. It's going out to all of the potential home buyers tonight via the internet. We need all of the prayers that we can get that we get a fast, acceptable offer! &lt;div&gt;We mulched today and tried to finish making the outside of the house as great as possible. We mulched the garden, big flower box out back and around the big tree at the property line. We've taken a load of furniture and other misc things out of the house today and got rid of them. I am going to have a HUGE load of things to donate to Goodwill/Church at the end of today or tomorrow. If anyone local needs any toys let me know, we may be getting rid of something that you could use!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am trying my best to not get my hopes up about selling because, well it's going to be HARD! Especially with some houses that recently went up for sale really close to us, including one foreclosure. We have some houses picked out that we want to look at if we start to get some showings. I am beyond excited to have a big fenced in yard for the kids, a 2 car garage for Matt's tools and my car!! A finished basement so we can have a real playroom instead of our dining room being a playroom! Oh, and a master bath, I'm so looking forward to having a master bath! I'm also looking forward to feeling settled.  We feel like since we've been here we're in limbo just waiting to move. I'm looking forward to decorating how we like instead of in neutral colors and things that will appeal to the majority of buyers. I could go on and on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am trying to take comfort in believing that everything will happen when it's supposed to happen, and according to His plan. I truly believe that we didn't sell last year because we weren't supposed to. I now know that if we had sold last year that we would probably have made a mistake in the area that we moved to. I just need to try and stay patient!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-9166082314909731854?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/9166082314909731854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=9166082314909731854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/9166082314909731854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/9166082314909731854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-on.html' title='It&apos;s on!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-229421767900463040</id><published>2011-04-16T15:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T15:49:38.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The three p's</title><content type='html'>I don't think that I've said "pee, poop, or potty" more times in one day as I have today. I was supposed to be finishing getting the house ready for showings but had a full time job asking about the three p's all day long with Maddie and Leah. They've done rather well. Not excellent but not awful. Hopefully tomorrow will be better and by the end of next week we'll be in business. I can't keep doing what we were doing any longer. They won't leave their clothes on, no matter what I do. Backwards footed pajamas with the feet cut off come right off at night thanks to a second set of little hands to help out. As soon as I leave the room they take their diapers off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-229421767900463040?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/229421767900463040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=229421767900463040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/229421767900463040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/229421767900463040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/04/three-ps.html' title='The three p&apos;s'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-9082549216793653412</id><published>2011-04-16T08:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T08:43:29.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty</title><content type='html'>This weekend is dedicated to potty training. The twins are proving to be MUCH harder than Grace and Evan were. We only have one super short errand to run today and other than that we're staying home and these two munchkins are going to be potty pro's by the end of this weekend! Or at least I'll try....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and Matt is working Today and tomorrow...maybe he'll be off Monday. Maybe. Sunday marks the start of the 5th week of this shut down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-9082549216793653412?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/9082549216793653412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=9082549216793653412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/9082549216793653412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/9082549216793653412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/04/potty.html' title='Potty'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-7502190047394256445</id><published>2011-04-15T06:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T06:49:04.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nope</title><content type='html'>Well Matt won't have off until at the earliest Sunday. Seriously, cut us a break. Ok - enough of that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace has school today until 2pm. It's a snow make up day, which I think is silly for a preschool to have a snow make up day but it is what it is. It's messing up our Friday plans but I'm determined to figure out a way to work everything out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-7502190047394256445?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/7502190047394256445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=7502190047394256445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7502190047394256445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7502190047394256445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/04/nope.html' title='Nope'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-1652876408342089347</id><published>2011-04-14T07:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T08:01:16.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending?</title><content type='html'>Could the turn around be ending? Could it be?? Matt could possibly start 6 (SIX) whole days in a row off starting on Saturday. Oh I'm so afraid to get my hopes up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is our super crazy day ~ school, groceries, home, school, lunch, swim, gym with trainer (LONG run today - oh boy!), home, dinner, shower/baths......and Matt won't see the kids at all today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-1652876408342089347?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/1652876408342089347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=1652876408342089347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/1652876408342089347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/1652876408342089347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/04/ending.html' title='Ending?'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-5375609982785799918</id><published>2011-04-13T06:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T07:04:47.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sober</title><content type='html'>It's really sobering to wake up with a headache so bad that you can hardly move without wincing to remind you that Mom's don't get sick days. And this Mom definitely doesn't get sick days when her husband has worked 23 out of the last 25 days. Both Matt and I are ready to collapse, for different reasons. For him, it's from getting up at 3 am, driving an hour and a half, working a 12 hour + shift, driving an hour and a half home, and doing it all over again with every other night adding that he stops at the gym for about an hour and 15 minutes on his way home. For me, I'm mentally exhausted, being pretty much alone with the kids all day every day has really taken it's toll on my sanity. I have already reserved my special padded room for when he's finally off of this shut down and back on shift again. Speaking of the shut down, Matt has been the upgrade boss during most of the shut down and I'm so proud of him. Yesterday he handled bringing the unit back up to running and did awesome! I'm such a proud wife! ;) &lt;div&gt;Today is a field trip to a train museum for Grace, and I'm taking Evan with us. To be truthful, I do not want to go, I remember going when I was a kid and it was boring then...I can only imagine how bored the 4 and 5 year olds are going to be and what destruction they can get into...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-5375609982785799918?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/5375609982785799918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=5375609982785799918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/5375609982785799918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/5375609982785799918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/04/sober.html' title='Sober'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-6629550855284106318</id><published>2011-04-12T13:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T13:36:08.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SIGN!</title><content type='html'>We officially have the "hot air balloon sign", as the kids call it, in the front garden advertising our house for sale. We haven't signed all of the paperwork yet, I have to go over everything with Matt and then drop it off at our Realtors office. I have to choose a day to officially list the house in the MLS system for it to go out to all of the people searching for houses through other agents. I'm not quite ready for it yet, I have to get the closets cleaned out with winter clothes packed up and replaced with spring/summer things, some furniture removed from the living room/dining room, and the basement cleaned up. I hope to have it done by the end of the week, and for the house to be listed in the system no later than next Monday. &lt;div&gt;Yesterday I spent a lot of time cleaning and scrubbing the front porch to get the green moss off of it. I also washed off the entire front of the house. Matt power sanded and painted the basement door. I have to get mulch still to mulch the Gardens and around the big tree in the back yard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Realtor really wants us to put some money into the back bathroom but I don't know that it's worth it. For there to really be a difference to people, we would need to invest no less than $1,000. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-6629550855284106318?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/6629550855284106318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=6629550855284106318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/6629550855284106318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/6629550855284106318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/04/sign.html' title='SIGN!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-6656001814277677706</id><published>2011-04-11T09:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T09:19:56.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday - MONDAY!</title><content type='html'>Grace was so excited to go to school this morning in flip flops! I painted her toes this morning and then put summer nail decals on them, they're too cute! All of the kids are excited to get outside and play when it warms up a little more this afternoon. &lt;div&gt;I'm waiting for Matt to get home from taking Grace to school and I have a few errands to run. Grace loves when Matt takes her to school alone. Matt was up and out the door to the gym by 5am this morning. He has lost more weight and is now down 36 pounds! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to get out by myself for a little today but all of the kids want to go out and about with me so i'll see if I cave and take them...I'm such a softy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-6656001814277677706?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/6656001814277677706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=6656001814277677706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/6656001814277677706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/6656001814277677706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/04/monday-monday.html' title='Monday - MONDAY!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-7451250432058978657</id><published>2011-04-10T18:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T18:57:39.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OFF!!!</title><content type='html'>Matt has off tomorrow!! The kids and I are so excited!! I'm trying to figure out how to cram the most into one day and still save time for fun in the awesome weather we're supposed to be having tomorrow! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My to do list keeps multiplying by leaps and bounds. Some of the items include - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Repaint the trim in Grace's room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clean out all of the clothes closets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remove Storm Windows &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sand the basement door and repaint it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Replace the trim on the basement windows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wash the front porch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulch the garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seed for new grass along the side of the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go to Home Depot to get an idea of how much it'll cost to re-do some items in the bathroom &amp;amp; put a fence up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Figure out how to fix the entryway wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decide if the hutch is staying or going, if staying - then decorate it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clean out the basement &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take donations to Goodwill/Church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the list goes on.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids are in bed now and I just want to sit down and enjoy the peace and quiet but I better get started on that to-do list!  :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-7451250432058978657?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/7451250432058978657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=7451250432058978657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7451250432058978657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7451250432058978657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/04/off.html' title='OFF!!!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-1989038736080157249</id><published>2011-04-10T14:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T14:27:10.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook and Wrong</title><content type='html'>If you're looking for me on Facebook, I deleted my account.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was wrong on the last post...I was paying the rest of the bills last night and we actually spend a few dollars shy of $1200 on gas over the last 30 days. OMFG. It makes me SICK! Just more incentive to get the house as good as it can be and MOVE!!!!! Tomorrow will be filled with painting and trying to keep 8 little hands out of the paint!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-1989038736080157249?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/1989038736080157249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=1989038736080157249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/1989038736080157249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/1989038736080157249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/04/facebook-and-wrong.html' title='Facebook and Wrong'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-9091580359399091495</id><published>2011-04-08T10:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T10:19:48.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>F*CK THE PRICE OF GAS</title><content type='html'>With Matt working every day, driving more than 100 miles a day to NJ and back, we spent...ONE THOUSAND and EIGHTY-EIGHT DOLLARS IN GAS OVER THE LAST MONTH. That's $1,088. Granted, that includes the gas that I use also but I don't go very many places. I am literally sick to my stomach. Where's the Pepto?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-9091580359399091495?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/9091580359399091495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=9091580359399091495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/9091580359399091495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/9091580359399091495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/04/fck-price-of-gas.html' title='F*CK THE PRICE OF GAS'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-2103490134126407600</id><published>2011-03-24T09:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T09:44:42.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Round and Round</title><content type='html'>I seem to be spinning on a merry-go-round lately that's not so merry. I cannot keep up. I'm adding things to my "plate" left and right. My biggest things going on right now are keeping people in clean clothes, making sure I get to the grocery store, and other "normal everyday things". Now in addition to those I'm taking the kids to swim lessons on Thursdays and it's pure chaos all day Thursday from the moment I wake up at 5:00 ish until I go to bed which is whenever I literally cannot function any more. I am trying to clean and purge anything and everything that we do not NEED. Toys, clothes, you name it, I'm getting rid of it. I'm getting ready to get rid of a few really nice condition toys for 1-1/2 to 2-1/2 ish age range. I know that I shouldn't have a hard time donating them to the Goodwill but I'd much rather see them go to someone I know. I'm thankful that I have a girlfriend who can use some of the kids gently used clothes, some of which have been worn maybe a handful of times. We are meeting with 2 realtors next week to discuss putting the house on the market so I'm back into the stress of cleaning the house for showings, or at least I hope we're going to have showings. I'm not getting listings of houses on the market from anywhere from Oxford to NJ. We're looking in DE as well but I'm not impressed with the schools there unless they're private schools which we cannot afford to send 4 kids to private school. We have GOT to get out of here. The whole area. I just need to be gone from here. Start fresh. Leave everything and everyone behind with the exception of course being our closest friends! I'm going to very much miss having them just across town. Even though we barely get to see each other, I still feel like it's a blessing to have them so close. Speaking of, I miss them!! We really need to get together but she is starting a new job, actually a 2nd job so I'm sure they're even busier than usual!! But I pray for them that it's worth it and everything works out the way that they need!! Back to what's going on with us....I'm struggling with potty training the twins. I wasn't planning on getting serious about it until May when Grace and Evan were done school and I could devote a week of just hanging at home and getting it done then but the twins have a different plan and want to do it now, so here we are! I 'think' Matt is off on Saturday of this week. By law everyone needs to have one day off every 13 days, so since they're only working 2 shifts, people have to take them in rotation and he got chosen for an early day off this time which means that after this day off, he'll be last for having a day off next time, probably after a whole 13 days in a row. But I'm happy none the less! We have to rearrange our house on Saturday and bring in furniture that we had in storage to make our dining room back into a dining room for showings since it's currently a play room. I also need to buy curtains for my bedroom. Much more to say and many things to add to my list of what's going on right now but Leah is starting to wiggle and I think she needs to potty so off we go! Which reminds me I need more M&amp;amp;M's for rewards for going on the potty! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thursday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-2103490134126407600?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/2103490134126407600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=2103490134126407600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/2103490134126407600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/2103490134126407600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/03/round-and-round.html' title='Round and Round'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-9065037860253709821</id><published>2011-03-21T13:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T13:30:54.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Russell Kelfer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;&lt;br /&gt;Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.&lt;br /&gt;I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . .&lt;br /&gt;And the Master so gently said, "Wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait? you say wait?" my indignant reply.&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!&lt;br /&gt;Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?&lt;br /&gt;By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming your Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My future and all to which I relate&lt;br /&gt;Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to wait?&lt;br /&gt;I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,&lt;br /&gt;Or even a 'no' to which I can resign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,&lt;br /&gt;We need but to ask, and we shall receive.&lt;br /&gt;And Lord I've been asking, and this is my cry:&lt;br /&gt;I'm weary of asking! I need a reply."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate,&lt;br /&gt;As my Master replied again, "Wait."&lt;br /&gt;So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,&lt;br /&gt;And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting for what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine . . .&lt;br /&gt;and He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.&lt;br /&gt;I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.&lt;br /&gt;I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could give all you seek and pleased you would be.&lt;br /&gt;You'd have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me.&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the depth of my love for each saint.&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the power that I give to the faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;&lt;br /&gt;You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the joy of resting in Me&lt;br /&gt;When darkness and silence are all you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'd never experience the fullness of love&lt;br /&gt;When the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.&lt;br /&gt;You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,&lt;br /&gt;But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The glow of my comfort late into the night,&lt;br /&gt;The faith that I give when you walk without sight.&lt;br /&gt;The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask&lt;br /&gt;From an infinite God who makes what you have last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,&lt;br /&gt;What it means that My grace is sufficient for tee.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,&lt;br /&gt;But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I'm doing in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see&lt;br /&gt;That the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.&lt;br /&gt;And though oft My answers seem terribly late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,&lt;br /&gt;What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,&lt;br /&gt;But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I'm doing in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-9065037860253709821?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/9065037860253709821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=9065037860253709821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/9065037860253709821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/9065037860253709821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/03/wait.html' title='Wait'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-7380441186140389333</id><published>2011-03-20T19:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T07:18:16.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guns</title><content type='html'>I took the first picture almost 5 weeks ago and the second picture today. I think I might see a difference in my arms which makes me relieved. I really have been feeling like I haven't been seeing results like I would like for as hard as I feel like I'm working. I've only lost 5 pounds so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3EKMO3tHqy8/TYaUwGA1ZsI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ggYVwMIt-8E/s1600/beforeGYM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3EKMO3tHqy8/TYaUwGA1ZsI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ggYVwMIt-8E/s320/beforeGYM.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586315941768423106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TKapr0VfqxI/TYaUwKwJNCI/AAAAAAAAAyM/z6YMluWR3Hk/s1600/afterGYM3202011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TKapr0VfqxI/TYaUwKwJNCI/AAAAAAAAAyM/z6YMluWR3Hk/s320/afterGYM3202011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586315943040594978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-7380441186140389333?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/7380441186140389333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=7380441186140389333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7380441186140389333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7380441186140389333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/03/guns.html' title='Guns'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3EKMO3tHqy8/TYaUwGA1ZsI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ggYVwMIt-8E/s72-c/beforeGYM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-8945406677616785741</id><published>2011-03-16T12:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T12:34:35.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Whew - what a morning we had. The attitudes in this house have been less than ideal. Actually they've been down right horrible. Cabin fever maybe? We're getting ready to head over to the Y and I simply cannot wait for a few minutes to myself. &lt;div&gt;I have to break down and buy some new pants but just don't want to spend the money right now. None of my pants fit me except for yoga pants/capris. I bought a new pair of jeans about 6 weeks ago and they don't fit me now either. My body is changing a lot right now and don't want to waste more money buy another pair of jeans that won't fit right in another 6 weeks. But I'm sick of being in black yoga pants all of the time, granted I have 4 pairs of black pants and 2 pairs of black capri pants but it's still a little annoying to wear them every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope the kids behave in the child care center today. I really need an hour to myself. Matt didn't come home last night until about 7:30 so I was on my own from the moment the kids eyes opened until I put them to bed. Matt didn't see them at all and Evan especially takes that out on me a lot. But that's a whole other post entirely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I better get moving and over to the Y before the kids kill each other and we end up in the ER instead of the gym. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-8945406677616785741?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/8945406677616785741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=8945406677616785741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8945406677616785741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8945406677616785741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/03/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-2957182536544554518</id><published>2011-02-28T10:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T10:40:45.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another silly quiz</title><content type='html'>Another silly quiz from an old "Five Question Friday" with Mama M. :.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(14, 16, 41); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;1. If you had $1,000 to donate to a charity, which would you choose?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; Alzheimer's or Cystic Fibrosis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;Snow days: Do you welcome them happily or are they a pain in your butt? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Welcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;What talent did you wish you had and why?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I wish I was a talented photographer so the pictures of my kids would look a heck of a lot better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;Are you a news, politics or celebrity gossip junkie? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;News and Politics, but I'll read a "trash" magazine if it's given to me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;5. What is your favorite "cocktail"? (Are you a beer person, a kiddie cocktail junkie, or perhaps your more the "Cosmo" kind?! Anything  flies...doesn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;hafta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt; be alcoholic!) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I love one good margarita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-2957182536544554518?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/2957182536544554518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=2957182536544554518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/2957182536544554518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/2957182536544554518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/02/yet-another-silly-quiz.html' title='Yet another silly quiz'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-1088387244469288460</id><published>2011-02-26T11:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T11:44:01.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Pointless Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div class="post"&gt;&lt;div class="entry" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 20px; "&gt;his is seriously going to get personal, you ready? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were caught cheating, would you fess up? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I would never cheat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time you felt honestly broken? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;within the last month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you craving something? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;yes, soda!!! But I've given it up!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could have one thing right now what would it be? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I would have my husband off for the weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have ten kids, or none?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; hahahaha I guess 10 because I couldn't imagine life without my kiddos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you hear right now? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;the microwave, the washer, the kids, and the heater just kicked on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your bed against more than one of your walls?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s on your mind right now? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;TOO much to list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you there for your friends? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I **TRY** so hard to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person to see you cry? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you get nervous? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;fidget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old do you think you will be when you finally have kids?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone completely understand you? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;hard question, yes and no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a reason to smile right now? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;ABSOLUTELY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone told you they don’t ever wanna lose you? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be happier if life had a rewind button? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you tell your mum or dad everything? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;LOL nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many hours of sleep do you get a night?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; between 2 and 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you easy to get along with? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;haha, depends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last girl you had a conversation with? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last drink that you put in your mouth? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Ice water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What size bed do you have? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you start the water before you get in the shower or when you get in? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the rain? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;rain showers in the summer, yes. Any other time, no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t do? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were you last in the car with, besides family? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been hurt by someone you never thought would hurt you? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you regret a past relationship? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;No,I learned something for all of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you care too much about your appearance? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you bought any clothing items in the last week? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;yes, workout gear from the Under Armour Outlet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing tomorrow? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;grocery shopping, cleaning, running, getting ready for the week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone you want to come see you? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been cheated on? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have siblings? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;yes, one sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fallen asleep on someone?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has the past week been for you? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;emotional &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your current mood? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;stressed and ready for Matt to get up so I can go for a run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person you talked to today? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this week be a good one? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Sure hope so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything happen to you within the past month that made you really happy?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were you with last night? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;The kids until 7pm at bedtime, and then I was alone since Matt was working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I texted Matt Goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you will kiss someone?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style addthis_32x32_style" url="http://facebookcraze.com/personal-questions-quiz-survey-to-fill-out-on-facebook-notes/" title="Personal Questions Quiz Survey To Fill Out On Facebook Notes"&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_preferred_1" style="color: rgb(49, 54, 59); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_preferred_2" style="color: rgb(49, 54, 59); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_preferred_3" style="color: rgb(49, 54, 59); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_preferred_4" style="color: rgb(49, 54, 59); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_compact" style="color: rgb(49, 54, 59); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-1088387244469288460?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/1088387244469288460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=1088387244469288460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/1088387244469288460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/1088387244469288460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-pointless-quiz.html' title='Another Pointless Quiz'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-4357352114263414904</id><published>2011-02-25T19:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T20:03:06.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Who were you with yesterday? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Matt, Grace, Evan, Madeline, and Leah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What woke you up this morning? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Evan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; In my bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is tomorrow going to be a good day? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Absolutely! Have to think positive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like anybody? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I like a lot of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever thrown up in public? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Um, yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed out because of alcohol? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s on your mind RIGHT NOW? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Too much to list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of home would you like? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;At this point any home but this one. HATE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; A Mom whose kids don't need to go to therapy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you see yourself in 5 years? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;In a new house with a 10 year old, a 9 year old, and two 7 year olds. SCARY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like candy necklaces? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you listen to music every day? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Chicken and brown rice, flavored with balsamic vinegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a fast typer? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Yes, and it drives my hubby nuts to hear my nails on the keys!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite type of soda? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Coke, but I don't drink soda anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever moved? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Yuppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever won an award? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening to music right now? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long ’till your birthday? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;4 and a half months until I'm THIRTY! Holy crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; 8pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you’re mad? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Walk away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the worst thing you’ve done when you were mad? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Punched a hole in a door. (VERY long time ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you actually cried? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;This morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do certain songs make you cry? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Absolutely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you the happiest? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;My family of course! I couldn't live without my 5 loves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in yourself? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I have my moments where I doubt myself, but for the most part yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-4357352114263414904?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/4357352114263414904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=4357352114263414904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/4357352114263414904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/4357352114263414904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/02/quiz.html' title='QUIZ!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-2307859669475080168</id><published>2011-02-11T18:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T18:49:58.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Question Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(14, 16, 41); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;It's Five Question Friday! Here we go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;Would you rather be on ABC's Extreme Home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MakeOver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TLC's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt; What not to Wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;Definitely Extreme Home Makeover! What not to Wear would be amazing too but I have to be practical and go with the Home Makeover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;Do you have any tattoos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;Yes, 1. I have a branch of cherry blossoms that kind of wrap around from my back to hip. I'm probably going to get another one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;3. D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;o you tell your kids about things you did growing up?   Um, no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;If the traffic signal turns yellow, do you stop or speed up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;       Definitely speed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;5. What's your preference: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt; or chips?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;              That's a tough one. I think that I'd pick chocolate over chips if the chocolate was gourmet chocolate not something like Hershey's.  If it was regular chocolate then I would have to go with the chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-2307859669475080168?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/2307859669475080168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=2307859669475080168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/2307859669475080168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/2307859669475080168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/02/five-question-friday.html' title='Five Question Friday'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-8188388035060285289</id><published>2011-02-07T17:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:21:22.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>We just got back from the Y. We took Grace and Evan to their swim lesson and I swam with the twins. After swimming we put the kids in the Childcare and went to meet our personal trainers. Matt loves the guy that he's with, I'm not super fond of the woman I have but I guess I don't have to love her, I just need her to help me workout! We did a fit test - holy crap am I more out of shape than I thought. We interviewed with the Public Relations woman, who was following us around taking pictures of our misery! Ha! We're going to make the most of this 6 months. We go back Tuesday at 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-8188388035060285289?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/8188388035060285289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=8188388035060285289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8188388035060285289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8188388035060285289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/02/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-5106942647222472629</id><published>2011-01-27T17:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T17:23:24.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that smell?</title><content type='html'>It was nap time for the twins today and we were only going to let them sleep for an hour because they've been having trouble sleeping at night. We put them down for their nap, heard them talking to each other, but not walking around, and then silence. I spent the entire hour in the kitchen and laundry room cleaning and doing laundry. When I went around the corner to go up the stairs to get them up from their nap I smelled it. It was strong. I knew. I knew what had happened. I opened the door slowly and saw Leah sleeping with her pants around her ankles and poo smeared everywhere. Her legs were brown swirls of smeared poo. Her hands had dry crusted poo all over them and part way up her forearms. There was a small amount of poo on the tip of her nose. It was all over the bed, the sheets and blankets. There was even some on her pillow. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone should have warned me about stuff like this before I had kids...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-5106942647222472629?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/5106942647222472629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=5106942647222472629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/5106942647222472629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/5106942647222472629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-that-smell.html' title='What&apos;s that smell?'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-3367886240243141218</id><published>2011-01-26T21:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T08:18:04.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did my babies go?</title><content type='html'>When did my two little peanuts grow into such big girls??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TUDgkfAeNmI/AAAAAAAAAyA/UudpUwWoZVI/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TUDgkfAeNmI/AAAAAAAAAyA/UudpUwWoZVI/s320/026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566696056833324642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TUDgkGe1LHI/AAAAAAAAAx4/QMkUigyZydk/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TUDgkGe1LHI/AAAAAAAAAx4/QMkUigyZydk/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566696050249772146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TUDgjiepNZI/AAAAAAAAAxw/GZlyD5zQIyc/s1600/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TUDgjiepNZI/AAAAAAAAAxw/GZlyD5zQIyc/s320/101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566696040585311634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It truly feels like just yesterday I was waddling around with a belly bigger than I ever thought I would have. And now I have two walking, talking, giggling, sometimes fighting 26 month old beautiful girls!!! I do miss feeling them in my belly. 4 arms and 4 legs constantly moving and squirming was an amazing, sometimes painful, feeling! And the hiccups were unforgettable when they both had them at the same time! Sometimes I still can't believe that Matt and I were lucky enough to be blessed with twins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-3367886240243141218?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/3367886240243141218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=3367886240243141218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/3367886240243141218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/3367886240243141218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/01/where-did-my-babies-go.html' title='Where did my babies go?'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TUDgkfAeNmI/AAAAAAAAAyA/UudpUwWoZVI/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-8132467747084401898</id><published>2011-01-18T21:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:11:45.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I've Been</title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging here very much. I've been blogging at a private blog that no one knows about until now. It's set to private and I have to approve anyone who wants to read it. If you'd like to read it email me or leave me a comment and I'll give you the link. It's on WordPress and I believe you have to set up an account to be able to read it. I'm not sure I'm going to approve any family since it just seems to be an accident waiting to happen, and one of the reasons that I've stopped blogging publicly on here. I am still going to post about the kids here and post pictures of them here also.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-8132467747084401898?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/8132467747084401898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=8132467747084401898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8132467747084401898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8132467747084401898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2011/01/where-ive-been.html' title='Where I&apos;ve Been'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-8958391882388913360</id><published>2010-12-31T20:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:48:15.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids 1 year ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TR6HrJk3K9I/AAAAAAAAAxY/K5MgbyIyDgc/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TR6HrJk3K9I/AAAAAAAAAxY/K5MgbyIyDgc/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557028165596425170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TR6HqysyljI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/20WThjzgt-0/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TR6HqysyljI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/20WThjzgt-0/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557028159455663666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TR6Hqms_CSI/AAAAAAAAAxI/8Qkjsw6uDww/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TR6Hqms_CSI/AAAAAAAAAxI/8Qkjsw6uDww/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557028156235254050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 3-1/2 hours I will say farewell to 2010. And what a year it has been. Matt turned 30. 30! Matt and I celebrated our 5 year wedding anniversary. Evan turned 3. I entered into the last year of my 20's.  Grace started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-K and Evan started preschool. I got to hear Madeline and Leah start talking. I got to hear them both say, "I love you Mommy!" during 2010. My twin baby girls turned 2. We celebrated another holiday season with new additions to the family and had a blast. I've grown closer to some people and further away from others, some on purpose others not. I got to "re-learn" who my true friends are. I've seen marriages fall apart and my marriage grow stronger. 2010 has taught me a lot. I've changed a lot. &lt;div&gt;What do I want from 2011? More patience. Momentum to keep running, and finish a 10 mile race. Lose a few more pounds and get my family more healthy overall. I want to be more organized and finish several home projects so we can put the house back on the market. Of course I want my family to stay healthy and be happy. I hope to be an even better wife and mother than I was in 2010. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-8958391882388913360?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/8958391882388913360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=8958391882388913360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8958391882388913360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8958391882388913360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TR6HrJk3K9I/AAAAAAAAAxY/K5MgbyIyDgc/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-574253259007505546</id><published>2010-12-12T17:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T18:00:59.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More tidbits</title><content type='html'>Madeline and Leah are so into stickers right now! They will play for hours working on a masterpiece filled in with their shapes that they know how to draw (and are so proud of!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah still likes to color all over her face with markers if she thinks that I'm ignoring her which is sometimes true because sometimes "art hour" is when I'm making dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace has her first preschool pageant on Friday and I'm praying that all goes according to plan. She has been difficult to say the least during practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madeline is starting to catch up with Leah in regards to vocabulary and making sentences. I was starting to worry because Leah was so far ahead of Madeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace, Madelina and Leah are in love with the show Angelina Ballerina ~ It's adorable that they all watch it and then act out what they saw. I love seeing them actually play nicely together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about Christmas for all of the usual reasons but I'm SUPER excited that Matt will be home with us on both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day for the first time in 4 years. I will be nervous that he will get forced to work up until he's out of the gate on the 23rd but I'm trying to remain &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;optimistic&lt;/span&gt; but also set up a game plan in case he does get forced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to seeing my in-laws on Friday. They're coming down for Grace's pageant and she's so excited that they're coming. I hope that Matt will be able to come but again only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-574253259007505546?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/574253259007505546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=574253259007505546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/574253259007505546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/574253259007505546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/12/more-tidbits.html' title='More tidbits'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-3361185534855897347</id><published>2010-12-06T10:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T10:36:53.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Accountable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TP0CbgWtslI/AAAAAAAAAw8/NdM3H4ddjpY/s1600/1262010rotate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547592987555246674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TP0CbgWtslI/AAAAAAAAAw8/NdM3H4ddjpY/s320/1262010rotate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to attempt to use my blog to be held a little more accountable for working out. I'm hopefully going to post pictures of my progress to help keep me motivated. So here's my first picture. I've been running a lot and have been pretty pleased with my progress as far as distance goes. I'm getting some pain in my shins and think that I may need a new pair of sneakers with more support to help with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news I have a lot of updating to do to this blog and am trying to get back into the  mindset of blogging. I am having my pregnancy blog and the majority of this blog printed into a book and am sad that I fell off the wagon and don't have as many memories and pictures written down. Maybe that will be my New Years Resolution!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-3361185534855897347?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/3361185534855897347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=3361185534855897347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/3361185534855897347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/3361185534855897347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/12/accountable.html' title='Accountable'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TP0CbgWtslI/AAAAAAAAAw8/NdM3H4ddjpY/s72-c/1262010rotate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-8005467310008252053</id><published>2010-11-20T21:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T21:36:02.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't</title><content type='html'>There are so many things that I've wanted to say to so many different people lately but can't for many reasons...I just need to let it out so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have left me with zero trust in you and I really don't care to see you or associate with you any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done so many things for you in the past, you have done exactly 2 things for me through the entire time we've known each other. You constantly put me and my family on the back burner and I'm sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you are an awful parent. You have no desire to put any effort into helping and teaching your children. Here's your wake up call, NO ONE IS GOING TO DO IT FOR YOU! And yes, that means spending actual TIME with them. Playing, reading, crafts, TALKING TO THEM. TV is not a babysitter nor is it a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work hard even though I don't work outside of the house. You may think you know what my life is like but you have NO idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There...I feel a little bit better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-8005467310008252053?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/8005467310008252053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=8005467310008252053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8005467310008252053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8005467310008252053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/11/cant.html' title='Can&apos;t'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-3874467649782673871</id><published>2010-11-12T17:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T18:00:00.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Week</title><content type='html'>We've had a pretty eventful week. Last Friday Evan was in the Emergency Room for Croup which caused him to have trouble breathing and turn blue.  Everything turned out fine and he's back to normal! Everyone battled a cold over the last week. Wednesday I smashed my finger in my car door and ended up back to the same Emergency Room. Not one of my finer moments. Now it's the weekend and we have errands tomorrow, and tons of cleaning to do. I didn't clean much Wednesday or Thursday so I have some catching up to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-3874467649782673871?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/3874467649782673871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=3874467649782673871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/3874467649782673871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/3874467649782673871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-week.html' title='Our Week'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-2351220953561732959</id><published>2010-10-26T09:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T09:51:32.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Rental Warning</title><content type='html'>If you ever go on vacation on the Outer Banks of North Carolina do not EVER rent from Midgett Realty! They have given us the worst vacation experience. The house we originally rented had live bugs running around on the beds!! And a bed that had no support under it, it was held up with wainescoating cross"beams". We were put in another house, stayed our week and now 2 weeks later are being called with an outstanding balance for the difference in rent between the original "bug" house and the house we were placed in because of an issue with their original rental home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT EVER RENT FROM MIDGETT REALTY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-2351220953561732959?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/2351220953561732959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=2351220953561732959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/2351220953561732959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/2351220953561732959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/10/vacation-rental-warning.html' title='Vacation Rental Warning'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-1063773490938914301</id><published>2010-10-25T06:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T06:58:36.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash</title><content type='html'>Our weekend went by in a FLASH! On Saturday I had gotten up, stopped at Walmart to pick up a gift and gotten Grace to a birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese by 9:30am. After 2 hours we were Chucked out and had a few errands to do while we were in Downingtown. Part way through the errands a totally exhausted Grace melted down in the middle of a shoe store. I had to practically drag her across the parking lot to the car while she was screaming, "Get away from me!!" "You're hurting me!!" "OWWWWWWCCCCHHHHH". It was not one of our finer moments. And the shoe store just "had" to be right next to Babies R Us where all of the first time parents were staring at us and in whispered hushes to each other saying, "Our child will NEVER, EVER do that! She must be an awful mother!" My response to them...&lt;em&gt;You just wait&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is filled with appointments, 2 school harvest parties ( I got stuck with making the 30 cupcakes, as if I don't have anything else to be doing) and Trick Or Treat on Friday night among all of the normal things. Friday just happens to be predicted as 20 degrees colder than the rest of the week with strong winds. Lovely. I'm still not done the kids costumes, and have no idea where else I can look for the rest of the things that we need. I also just don't want to spend any more money!!! Truth be told, I don't like Halloween. I never have. Yes, I like to see my kiddos dressed in cute costumes but after about 10 minutes of fighting with people to leave this and that alone, I'm over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the shower I go...I'm going to try to break my record of a 0.25 minute shower!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-1063773490938914301?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/1063773490938914301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=1063773490938914301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/1063773490938914301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/1063773490938914301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/10/flash.html' title='Flash'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-8653608015094032918</id><published>2010-10-21T20:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T20:30:55.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back At It</title><content type='html'>I haven't had wireless internet in over a year. Sad, I know. Last night I finally got it to work! I'm hoping that being wireless will help me start blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice a month I usually go and get a cheap manicure. It's $30 a month and something that I look forward to doing alone. Tonight I was getting my manicure, relaxing while listening to my iPod, and all of the sudden we heard a very loud thump and felt a vibration. We looked out the window and a car had crashed into the adjoining grocery store! It was an old car that didn't have airbags and the person driving didn't seem to be moving. Luckily the fire company/ems is right around the corner and came very quickly, I hope the drive is ok. I have to say that I was a little angry that my "relaxing" manicure was interrupted by blaring sirens that they didn't turn off after they parked the fire truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan went on his first field trip today and he had an absolute blast. We went to an Amish pumpkin patch/dairy farm. He got to take a hay ride pulled by 4 mules, lead me through a corn maze and found the way all by himself. I think the maze was the best part for him because he got to decide everything. He doesn't usually get to be the "leader". Grace is usually the dominant one and Evan will follow her lead no matter how much we try to intervene and encourage him to speak up.  Evan also got to pick out a pumpkin, which took him a good 10 minutes to decide on which one! He loved getting me all to himself this morning and I ate up every second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to make sense of all of my lists of birthday gift ideas and Christmas ideas as well as take stock of what I already have purchased. I think the twins are going to get bikes for their birthdays, and Grace is getting a new bike also. I would like to get the twins a kitchen for Christmas to replace the one that was ruined, which still upsets me and makes me hate this house just a little more. Grace wants an Easy Bake Oven, a Nintendo DS Lite and a Fancy Nancy doll. Luckily my Mother In-Law found the Fancy Nancy doll on sale at the Target near her house and picked it up for me. Those aren't cheap dolls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to call BounceU to see if there is an open spot on Nov 13th for Grace's birthday party. I really want to do something special for her this year. I cannot believe that she's going to be 5!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-8653608015094032918?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/8653608015094032918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=8653608015094032918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8653608015094032918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8653608015094032918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/10/back-at-it.html' title='Back At It'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-1940415431095471913</id><published>2010-10-18T07:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T08:01:07.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>So much is happening in the Brown house that I have zero time to put thought into a blog. I miss blogging. Here's a quick list of the major things going on in this house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from Hatteras on vacation and the weather was wonderful!! The kids loved the beach!! Can't wait to go back next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madeline and Leah talk more and more every day. They are getting to be such big girls! I cannot believe that in less than a month they will both be 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace is doing excellent in school! She really loves it, most days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan loves school also. He had a rough first few days but he loves going now. Evan has his first field trip on Thursday to King Farm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our house off the market on Sept 22&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;. We originally planned on listing it with another realtor but think that we are going to wait until after the first of the year to list it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One big reason for waiting on listing the house is that Matt's company is being sold. The takeover should be final before the end of this year. He will then be working for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PBF&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Valero&lt;/span&gt;. It's supposed to be a great move with more job security, however I'm still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;leery&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt is still training for his new position as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FQO&lt;/span&gt;. I think the training will be done by mid November. I'm so proud of him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-1940415431095471913?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/1940415431095471913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=1940415431095471913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/1940415431095471913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/1940415431095471913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/10/quick-catch-up.html' title='Quick Catch-Up'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-7913136717657984813</id><published>2010-09-30T06:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T06:50:20.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>Wow have we been busy! Grace started Pre-K 5 mornings a week and Evan started Preschool 2 mornings a week. That has been an adjustment, I drop them off at 9am, get home at about 9:20, then leave again no later than 11:00. I just can't seem to find a rhythm for that time in between dropping them off and picking them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some recent pictures of the kids. The first one is of Madeline(r) and Leah on the mountain playing in the dirt!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TKRqQsNMhtI/AAAAAAAAAws/V_OsAYPWtgU/s1600/380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522655878040028882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TKRqQsNMhtI/AAAAAAAAAws/V_OsAYPWtgU/s320/380.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is of Madeline being silly in the tub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TKRqQYw_gII/AAAAAAAAAwk/X4EYfxjR_MA/s1600/403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522655872821461122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TKRqQYw_gII/AAAAAAAAAwk/X4EYfxjR_MA/s320/403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and Evan dressed in their Woody and Jessie PJ's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TKRqQEwqUHI/AAAAAAAAAwc/SJUv8BvgqxM/s1600/411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522655867451363442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TKRqQEwqUHI/AAAAAAAAAwc/SJUv8BvgqxM/s320/411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one is of my big boy getting ready to leave for his first day of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TKRqP_IwHPI/AAAAAAAAAwU/acyydefTYaY/s1600/417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522655865941794034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TKRqP_IwHPI/AAAAAAAAAwU/acyydefTYaY/s320/417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-7913136717657984813?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/7913136717657984813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=7913136717657984813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7913136717657984813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7913136717657984813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/09/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TKRqQsNMhtI/AAAAAAAAAws/V_OsAYPWtgU/s72-c/380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-4803485604235425239</id><published>2010-09-17T19:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T19:05:02.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Request</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in over a month and here I am blogging for a selfish favor!!  I need some prayers and positive thoughts - we have had our house on the market for 6 months. We haven't had a showing in a long time and decided it would be best to just take it off of the market for the winter and try again in the spring. We are taking it off of the market in 5 days, and now we have a showing tomorrow with another one possible for Tuesday. I'm praying that this is somehow a sign and that we will get an acceptable offer and close in a reasonable amount of time. Think good thoughts for us, we need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find the time to actually sit down and blog because SO much has happened in the last month!! Maybe Tomorrow after the showing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-4803485604235425239?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/4803485604235425239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=4803485604235425239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/4803485604235425239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/4803485604235425239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/09/request.html' title='A Request'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-7239091758397858797</id><published>2010-08-02T15:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T16:07:43.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace</title><content type='html'>Grace is the sweetest little girl you'll ever meet...unless you catch her in one of her "moods". When she snaps, she snaps hard! She was in the middle of the mother of all tantrums on Saturday and when put in punishment, she took off her glasses that we less than a week old, and snapped them in half.&lt;br /&gt;Grace will console her siblings and make sure everything is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; if one of them is hurt or crying. She gives the best hugs and snuggles. She's very thoughtful, and remembers everything!&lt;br /&gt;Grace will be 5 in November. She starts &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-K in September and I know she's going to love it. She loves to learn. She was so excited to show her grandparents how she can write their names and what words she knows how to spell on her own. She loves to add and subtract small numbers of things. Grace loves to be read to and to do her "workbooks".  She asks 10,000 questions about anything and everything, and soaks is all in.&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned at watching her play the Memory game that we bought for the car ride to NC. She is just scary good at it! I downloaded a Memory app to my iPhone and again, she is just too good at it!!&lt;br /&gt;Grace is my little lady. She eats very neatly, and sits with her legs crossed. She loves jewelry and is thrilled that her new earrings have (fake) diamonds! She will wear a dress any day over pants or shorts. She loves her charm bracelet and wears it all the time!&lt;br /&gt;I know every parent thinks this, but in this case it's true...My Grace is the smartest little girl I know!!!  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-7239091758397858797?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/7239091758397858797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=7239091758397858797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7239091758397858797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7239091758397858797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/08/grace.html' title='Grace'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-6392814779885022046</id><published>2010-08-01T14:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T14:37:58.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountains!</title><content type='html'>All of the kids eating ice cream&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TFW9YagdvcI/AAAAAAAAAwA/JRIMe9YVJGg/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500510747032927682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TFW9YagdvcI/AAAAAAAAAwA/JRIMe9YVJGg/s320/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Madeline and Leah playing in the woods at the cabin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TFW9YH2xLXI/AAAAAAAAAv4/drYowQ9yIK8/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500510742026202482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TFW9YH2xLXI/AAAAAAAAAv4/drYowQ9yIK8/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone playing in the dirt happily before a 6ft snake scared us off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TFW9XjIYKBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/qGVcw-_q3Go/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500510732167948306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TFW9XjIYKBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/qGVcw-_q3Go/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and his Grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TFW9XVnJKWI/AAAAAAAAAvo/1pLjeTme7Z0/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500510728538892642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TFW9XVnJKWI/AAAAAAAAAvo/1pLjeTme7Z0/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-6392814779885022046?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/6392814779885022046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=6392814779885022046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/6392814779885022046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/6392814779885022046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/08/mountains.html' title='Mountains!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TFW9YagdvcI/AAAAAAAAAwA/JRIMe9YVJGg/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-6382163851225900831</id><published>2010-07-28T09:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:37:05.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini-Update</title><content type='html'>We are nearing our 6 month mark of having our house on the market and to say that we're frustrated and disappointed is beyond an understatement. To say that we hate it here doesn't begin to describe how we feel about this house. I guess it's not so much the house as it is the location of the house that bothers us like we've said so many times before. I had a friend come over to pick up a crib on the weekend and I was mortified to have them come to the house. Needless to say, we need to move. We've had 2 different buyers look at the house twice and then not put in an offer. I don't understand. We paid to have the house appraised so we know exactly what the house is worth, I'm praying that it's just the economy and hopefully things will turn around soon. I'm trying to just Let Go, Let God. It's just hard. Maybe switching Realtors will help things along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another topic, we're heading to the mountains this weekend and we all cannot wait! It's supposed to be beautiful weather all weekend, low humidity and temps at or below 80!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace got her packet in the mail for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-K a few weeks ago. I can't believe that she's going to be starting school. In 4 months she's going to be 5! And the twins are going to turn 2!! I'm starting to feel more and more like an old lady! We're taking Grace and Evan to Dutch Wonderland in August while my Mom watches the twins. I'm so excited to have a day to spend with just Grace and Evan, they're going to have a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-6382163851225900831?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/6382163851225900831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=6382163851225900831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/6382163851225900831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/6382163851225900831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/07/mini-update.html' title='Mini-Update'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-5804994594605438610</id><published>2010-07-17T17:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T18:01:08.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation!</title><content type='html'>Taking a "swim" in the tub after a long day on the beach&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TEInVXBmj5I/AAAAAAAAAvg/O6ct7V-YOsQ/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494997743256899474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TEInVXBmj5I/AAAAAAAAAvg/O6ct7V-YOsQ/s320/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The best picture of Maddie and Leah that I could get, Maddie is on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TEImswY3S_I/AAAAAAAAAvY/K73kuLdQFn4/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494997045690715122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TEImswY3S_I/AAAAAAAAAvY/K73kuLdQFn4/s320/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls building sand castles together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TEImLGWdefI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/I3ef1KmaAoQ/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494996467470662130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TEImLGWdefI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/I3ef1KmaAoQ/s320/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We left around 3am for the 8-1/2 hour drive home and I'm now suffering from a major vacation hangover! I have so much to tell about our trip but am just too tired, so for now all you get is 3 pictures!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-5804994594605438610?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/5804994594605438610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=5804994594605438610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/5804994594605438610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/5804994594605438610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/07/vacation.html' title='Vacation!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TEInVXBmj5I/AAAAAAAAAvg/O6ct7V-YOsQ/s72-c/050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-8291184521859001781</id><published>2010-06-29T20:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:15:41.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One More</title><content type='html'>There's only one more day left in June. It's been one hell of a month. And I don't necessarily mean that in a negative way. I've discovered so many things thing month. I've missed Matt more this month than I have in a long time. He was home every night but was so wiped out from working that we barely spoke. He would come home around 6:15pm and visit with the kids until bedtime at 7pm. After they were in bed he would snooze in the chair until it was time to eat dinner. After dinner he would shower and go to bed, there was literally not a night where he wasn't asleep before his head even hit the pillow. And then he would get up at 3am and do it all over again. When he comes home from night shift on Friday morning, he will have worked 29 out of the last 31 days. He has off Friday, Saturday and Sunday of this weekend, then works 4 days shifts next week - then it's vacation!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I have stayed pretty busy this past month with small trips here and there, playing outside, trying out new playgrounds and doing crafts. Grace just got her ears pierced yesterday. I couldn't believe that she actually did it.&lt;br /&gt;This month I've discovered just how independent I can be. There was only one thing that I opted out of because Matt wasn't going to be there to help me, and that was going to the pool. It's just not safe to have 4 little ones running around water and only 1 adult. I'm currently entertaining the idea of going to the beach a week early with just the kids and having Matt meet us down there on the 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; I've also discovered this month just how much patience I have. Whenever things were starting to get to me, I just dug a little deeper.  For example, I took Grace and Evan to see Toy Story 3 and they had popcorn and red juice in the theater...on our way home Evan threw up &lt;em&gt;everywhere, &lt;/em&gt;which triggered Grace to throw up everywhere because she has a weak stomach. There was red throw up &lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt; in a car that wasn't even 24 hours old yet. But I remained calm, only getting out of the car and saying very loud to no one in particular, "Are you kidding me?!!!" on my way over to the passengers side of the car. After over an hour of cleaning up throw up, consoling Evan and Grace, and trying to keep Madeline and Leah from turning inside out from sitting in their car seats in a car that smelled of throw up - we were all buckled and going down the road. It was only then that I started to have a mini breakdown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-8291184521859001781?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/8291184521859001781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=8291184521859001781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8291184521859001781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8291184521859001781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-more.html' title='One More'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-5343893983884514112</id><published>2010-06-19T17:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T17:09:43.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TB0yAdnbfxI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/KZVR2VbNoPo/s1600/leahbucket2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484594904738529042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TB0yAdnbfxI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/KZVR2VbNoPo/s400/leahbucket2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TB0wVlEYBwI/AAAAAAAAAuI/WGZIBifiOu4/s1600/Leahbucket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484593068492982018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TB0wVlEYBwI/AAAAAAAAAuI/WGZIBifiOu4/s400/Leahbucket.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forget the pool and the water table, all Leah needs is a bucket full of water! &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/655185982533309490-5343893983884514112?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/5343893983884514112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=5343893983884514112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/5343893983884514112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/5343893983884514112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/06/bucket.html' title='Bucket'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TB0yAdnbfxI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/KZVR2VbNoPo/s72-c/leahbucket2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-4878158270165953269</id><published>2010-06-17T16:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T16:29:04.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Nut Shell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Opinions~the twins have found theirs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Big girl bed~Not going well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Story Time today~ Awful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Vacation Planning~House rented, the stuff accumulation is beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Car Fiasco~no decision made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Matt Working~ Um, Yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hair Appointment~Need to make it before I look like Don King.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Clean House~ HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sanity~Lost it long ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's it in a nut shell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-4878158270165953269?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/4878158270165953269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=4878158270165953269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/4878158270165953269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/4878158270165953269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-nut-shell.html' title='In a Nut Shell'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-3272630863869757210</id><published>2010-06-08T16:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T16:47:26.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid Quiz</title><content type='html'>What’s your favorite book/story?&lt;br /&gt;Grace: Cinderella story&lt;br /&gt;Evan: Anything about Trains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to do when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Grace: Doctor, and after that I want to be a nurse&lt;br /&gt;Evan: Fireman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite game?&lt;br /&gt;Grace: Zingo and Tag&lt;br /&gt;Evan: Anything trains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;Grace: Grilled Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Evan: PB&amp;amp;J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wish for?&lt;br /&gt;Grace: "I wish for more jewelry"&lt;br /&gt;Evan: "I wish I had Gordon and James" (From Thomas the Tank Engine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite juice?&lt;br /&gt;Grace: "Lemonade like PopPop's"&lt;br /&gt;Evan: "My favorite is Poopy"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-3272630863869757210?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/3272630863869757210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=3272630863869757210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/3272630863869757210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/3272630863869757210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/06/kid-quiz.html' title='Kid Quiz'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-5334484535020795383</id><published>2010-06-08T09:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T15:22:48.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snip-Its</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've seen enough bodily fluids to last me a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been thrown up ON and didn't throw up in return. Yay me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laundry has been my life over the last 4 days, well that and cleaning up bodily fluids, spilled juice, used tissues, and other assorted nastiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have had no showings in over 2 weeks. I'm beginning to lose hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cannot wait until July. It's day 9 of Matt's turn around and I'm losing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not so sure that I've ever seen my house quite this dirty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Evan has been sleeping on his floor every night for the past week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to buy two twin beds for Madeline and Leah. They are getting closer and closer to climbing out/falling out of their cribs. Lord help me when I have 4 children free to roam the house at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to attempt to mow the grass today. I've never mowed grass using a push mower, only a ride on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to go to the greenhouse again because several of my plants are dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Evan's curtain rod fell out of the wall last night. I think the swinging Tarzan leap off of his bed while hanging on the curtain may have had something to do with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am stalling my writing this because I have no desire to drag 4 kids to Walmart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-5334484535020795383?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/5334484535020795383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=5334484535020795383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/5334484535020795383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/5334484535020795383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/06/snip-its.html' title='Snip-Its'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-5160430667213045213</id><published>2010-06-06T11:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:43:24.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Evan, Madeline and Leah are all sick. Fevers, vomiting, sore throats, stuffy noses - they have it all. I hate to see them uncomfortable, it breaks my heart to not be able to make it all magically better. Every time that the kids get fevers I cannot keep myself from thinking about this little boy Matteo, he died one year ago and they will never find out why. He did have a fever in the days leading up to his death. That's what scares me so much. I try not to think about it and over react but I can't help but have it creep back in my head through the night. You can read his story here, but be prepared to cry. &lt;a href="http://martinomadness.blogspot.com/2009/07/very-heavy-hearts.html"&gt;http://martinomadness.blogspot.com/2009/07/very-heavy-hearts.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-5160430667213045213?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/5160430667213045213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=5160430667213045213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/5160430667213045213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/5160430667213045213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/06/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-1850481971194214484</id><published>2010-06-04T17:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T17:17:18.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess she was hungry</title><content type='html'>I was making dinner tonight and turned around to the sound of Grace gagging. Madeline had pooped. She had also decided that she would put her hand down into her diaper and smear it on her belly, arms and face, as well as eat some for good measure. Lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-1850481971194214484?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/1850481971194214484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=1850481971194214484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/1850481971194214484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/1850481971194214484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-guess-she-was-hungry.html' title='I guess she was hungry'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-2268204458968228593</id><published>2010-06-03T09:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T10:02:43.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carter's Outlet</title><content type='html'>I went to the Carter's Outlet yesterday armed with 3 coupons that could all be used together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Checkout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: $188.99 without coupons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up paying only $64.33! I was so excited that I got 24 items for $64.33!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-2268204458968228593?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/2268204458968228593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=2268204458968228593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/2268204458968228593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/2268204458968228593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/06/carters-outlet.html' title='Carter&apos;s Outlet'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-6106994509278080824</id><published>2010-06-02T14:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T14:25:46.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Figures</title><content type='html'>I ordered a ton of clothes for myself (gasp!) and they came today. I ordered a lot knowing that I would send back half of the them for one reason or another. Doesn't it figure that I love everything and know have to choose what goes back!?!! The one thing I haven't purchased yet this year is a bathing suit. I'm dreading it. We have just decided that we're going to the beach for a week in July so I guess I better order one soon. My biggest issue with clothes in general is I'm never sure what is appropriate for me. Is it too young? Too old? Am I too fat? Does it flatter my post 50+ inch twin belly?&lt;br /&gt;I also went to the Carter's Outlet today and my total came to $188.98 before coupons, I only ended up paying $64!! Can you believe that?! I'm so proud of myself!&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell that Matt is working a lot? I will be blogging a lot just to attempt to keep myself somewhat sane, I apologize for the pointless blogs but it's hard being alone with 4 kids under 5 all day and never speaking to any adults.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-6106994509278080824?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/6106994509278080824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=6106994509278080824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/6106994509278080824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/6106994509278080824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/06/figures.html' title='Figures'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-2860297992601586257</id><published>2010-06-01T14:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:19:33.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Table</title><content type='html'>I guess they got tired of standing at the water table.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TAVPEj_9ChI/AAAAAAAAAuA/viEJO8g-idM/s1600/twinsinwatertable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477871461567629842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TAVPEj_9ChI/AAAAAAAAAuA/viEJO8g-idM/s400/twinsinwatertable.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-2860297992601586257?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/2860297992601586257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=2860297992601586257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/2860297992601586257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/2860297992601586257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/06/water-table.html' title='Water Table'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TAVPEj_9ChI/AAAAAAAAAuA/viEJO8g-idM/s72-c/twinsinwatertable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-9145731667280033989</id><published>2010-05-31T18:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T18:40:23.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Misplace a Child...</title><content type='html'>Just follow her sister - It's a dead giveaway...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TAQ6No-P-iI/AAAAAAAAAtY/33d09C1eQac/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477567052800588322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TAQ6No-P-iI/AAAAAAAAAtY/33d09C1eQac/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TAQ6NAxPc0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/RCrDSAM_e0Q/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477567042008609602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TAQ6NAxPc0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/RCrDSAM_e0Q/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-9145731667280033989?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/9145731667280033989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=9145731667280033989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/9145731667280033989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/9145731667280033989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-you-misplace-child.html' title='If You Misplace a Child...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TAQ6No-P-iI/AAAAAAAAAtY/33d09C1eQac/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-5959959958191670430</id><published>2010-05-30T17:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T17:52:09.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not according to plan</title><content type='html'>Nothing ever goes according to plan when you have 4 small children. I have learned to accept it. This weekend has been one such example...&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I cleaned and tried to get as much house work done as I could so that we could just do fun things on the last two days that Matt has off until July. Actually, that's not true now, OSHA passed a new law that states that you cannot work more than 14 days in a row without a day off so I think Matt has June 13&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; off. It's not a lot, but at least it's something! Saturday was Grace's big recital! My parents, Matt's parents, and my Grandparents all came and Grace did wonderfully! She was beyond cute and loved every minute of performing in front of an entire college auditorium of people. I am so proud of her and love seeing just how proud she is of herself! I am glad that I don't have to drive her to ballet every Tuesday afternoon now but I'm also sad because I'm going to miss some of the other Mom's, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; Donna and Dawn. I hope we end up getting together over the summer like we said. We were supposed to leave the recital and go to our best friend's House Warming/Son's 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday but we never made it. I wanted to at least pop in and say hello but it just wasn't in the cards.&lt;br /&gt;Today I was going to go cruise around in the Jeep with the top off but it didn't end up working out that way. Matt and my Dad ended up working on it for the majority of the day and I played with the kids in my parents yard. I was hoping to get a little alone time to mentally prepare myself for all of the quality alone time that I'm going to be spending with the kids this coming month but that just didn't go according to plan either.&lt;br /&gt;Our house situation isn't going according to our plan either. Hopefully things will turn around soon. I just read an article in the Sunday paper about how real estate sales are increasing in this area so that gives me some hope.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to be going according to our plan, I just need to believe that it's all part of His plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-5959959958191670430?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/5959959958191670430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=5959959958191670430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/5959959958191670430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/5959959958191670430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-according-to-plan.html' title='Not according to plan'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-6228405552595520529</id><published>2010-05-24T19:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:05:32.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>I've seen a lot of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; posts and magazine articles that talk about friendship, what is a true friend? How can you tell when you have a true friend? My thoughts on friendship are that if you have to sit and question if someone is a true friend or not - then they aren't. My true friends are people that I trust to watch my kids, to tell secrets to without reservation, that I would literally drop everything for and not think twice about it. They're people that I can talk to and truly be myself around without fear of judgement. And it never matters if their life or mine is too busy to get together - it doesn't matter how much time has passed in between visits - we still pick right up like we just saw each other yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-6228405552595520529?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/6228405552595520529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=6228405552595520529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/6228405552595520529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/6228405552595520529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/05/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-7528860606232943877</id><published>2010-05-23T15:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T15:50:18.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinky Feet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/S_mGgUlkLyI/AAAAAAAAAtI/pHrbKsuFPPA/s1600/stinkyfeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474554711885754146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/S_mGgUlkLyI/AAAAAAAAAtI/pHrbKsuFPPA/s400/stinkyfeet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madeline and Leah are too cute and sweet to have such smelly feet!!! I have resorted to soaking/washing their Keens in the same &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;concoction&lt;/span&gt; that I use to get the smell out of their cloth diapers...I hope it works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-7528860606232943877?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/7528860606232943877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=7528860606232943877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7528860606232943877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/7528860606232943877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/05/stinky-feet.html' title='Stinky Feet!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/S_mGgUlkLyI/AAAAAAAAAtI/pHrbKsuFPPA/s72-c/stinkyfeet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-8145409785924938973</id><published>2010-05-19T12:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T12:34:10.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair</title><content type='html'>Please excuse the awful self portrait but I was in a hurry! I cut off all of my hair today, probably a good 8 inches or more. I just really didn't like how I felt when I constantly put my hair up in a wet pony tail. I felt like an ugly unkempt stay-at-home-Mom...Well most of that is true but hopefully my hair will be stylish enough for me to look at least a little bit put together. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/S_QSV08zidI/AAAAAAAAAtA/rGhytqN18Zo/s1600/newhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473019613362227666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/S_QSV08zidI/AAAAAAAAAtA/rGhytqN18Zo/s400/newhair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-8145409785924938973?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/8145409785924938973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=8145409785924938973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8145409785924938973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8145409785924938973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-hair.html' title='New Hair'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/S_QSV08zidI/AAAAAAAAAtA/rGhytqN18Zo/s72-c/newhair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-2598156795359410641</id><published>2010-05-17T19:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:20:23.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>We went to the beach for the day on Sunday and had a great time! The kids all loved the sand and being able to dip their toes in the ocean. Madeline and Leah both ended up falling in the water and loving every minute of it! We ate at Grotto's Pizza and bought some candy for the kids. The trip really made me want to rent a house in NC in July but it's just so expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were planning on going to the Aquarium today but the attitudes the kids had this morning told us that it wouldn't be a good idea. And boy were we right! Today was awful!! I have never heard so much whining and tantrum throwing in all of my life. Thank goodness that it's bed time and all of the kids are sleeping. I am enjoying the quiet like never before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still obsessing about my hair. No matter what I always end up with my hair in a ponytail. I have a hair appointment on Wednesday morning and am still so scared to cut it all off simply because I know how awful the growing out process is. It's taken me 18 months to get my hair to the length that it is now. I just want to go to a really good stylist and have them tell me what would look the best on me but I don't know who to go to. I also don't want to spend a small fortune on my hair. I just need to make up my mind!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-2598156795359410641?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/2598156795359410641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=2598156795359410641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/2598156795359410641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/2598156795359410641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/05/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-6116829554711757832</id><published>2010-05-12T11:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T17:25:22.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>We are still trying to sell our house and I'm tired of it. We just had another showing yesterday but haven't heard anything yet. We found out that the couple that looked at our house twice ended up buying one a few streets over, huge bummer. I hate having so much time to think about what we want in another house. I over analyze everything anyway but it's getting a little ridiculous. We want to find a house we love and take our time finding it but we're in constant limbo waiting for a buyer to come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace has her ballet recital on the 29th and I'm excited to see her perform however I'm nervous that she's going to get scared and not do it. I'm sure she wouldn't be the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt starts his next week off on Friday and I can't wait! I'm trying to keep the turn around that's looming out of my head but it's already starting to get me down. It's just so hard to keep up with being alone with the kids for a month straight. Matt is worthless when he gets home at night, and rightfully so after working a 12 hour day and adding over an hour commute each way. It feels so isolating sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were planning on going to the mountains this weekend for a few days but now Matt is changing his mind. I'm not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madeline and Leah are starting to talk more. They don't do it very often but when they do the words are very clear. I think that they don't talk because someone is always talking for them, usually Grace. I'm trying not to worry about it and just give them some time. I've heard that twins in general usually talk later than singletons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost deleted my Facebook after some "stupid" drama that went on but decided that I like staying in touch with some select people so for the time being I'll just leave it. I hate drama. I don't need it. I have enough drama from 4 little people to last me a lifetime. Did I mention that I hate drama? I really think the whole thing is beyond stupid and should just be let go and for everyone to move on but I guess only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot get my camera to upload pictures to my computer ever since I installed some new antivirus software. I am trying to reinstall the program but it's just not working. I guess I need to find a computer savvy person to help me since I'm totally lacking in that department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan is almost as tall as Grace, I think by this time next year he will be taller than she is. I cannot believe how big he has gotten. (He's grown quite the attitude also.) This too shall pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hair appointment scheduled for the 19th and am STILL not sure what to do with my hair. I hate it the way it is but am too scared to cut it super short, and there is no in between since at least I can put it in a ponytail right now. It either has to be super short, or long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend's son is turning 2 at the end of May and I have no clue what to get him. You would think that I would be good at finding gifts for kids but since all kids are SO different I never know what to buy. I think everyone should create an Amazon Wish List to make things SO much easier! I have one and update it whenever the kids really want something or I think of a good gift so it's much easier when a birthday or holiday comes up I can just tell people to look at the list for some ideas. They don't have to buy from it but at least they will know what kinds of things the kids want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I cannot forget Mother's Day, I got diamond earrings!! I was shocked. Truly. And they're exactly what I wanted. Super small diamond hoop earrings that hug my ear so hopefully they won't get ripped out! And Matt changed every single diaper on Mother's Day! It was glorious!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-6116829554711757832?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/6116829554711757832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=6116829554711757832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/6116829554711757832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/6116829554711757832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/05/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-6339819067413141116</id><published>2010-05-01T17:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T17:14:26.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream Cuties!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/S9yZhLSenSI/AAAAAAAAAs4/_TiBxMU1reI/s1600/50110icecream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466412842965966114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/S9yZhLSenSI/AAAAAAAAAs4/_TiBxMU1reI/s400/50110icecream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leah, Grace, Evan and Madeline eating ice cream outside during a break from swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-6339819067413141116?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/6339819067413141116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=6339819067413141116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/6339819067413141116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/6339819067413141116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/05/ice-cream-cuties.html' title='Ice Cream Cuties!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/S9yZhLSenSI/AAAAAAAAAs4/_TiBxMU1reI/s72-c/50110icecream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-1306270640235564684</id><published>2010-04-30T16:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:52:41.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Down the pooper and Back out again.</title><content type='html'>Today seemed to go right down pooper. From fighting children, to cranky teething toddlers, to getting a hospital bill from 17 months ago for $3,336.20, to not being able to find a hotel at the beach that will accommodate my gaggle of kids for a reasonable price, to having Madeline run into the neighbors yard in bare feet and step in a huge pile of dog poo - again, to not getting an offer from the people who came to see the house TWICE....I just feel like I'm suffocating under a mounting pile of poo sometimes. There - bitching complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the up-side to my day...4 smiling, laughing cuties playing outside in the glorious sunshine (despite the dog poo incident), A new magazine for me in the mail!, fitting in to shorts that I wore the summer after I had Grace ~ so 3 kids later including a set of twins and back into the same size isn't too shabby, trying on a bikini &lt;gasp&gt; and being pleased with my shape (not to say that I would ever, ever, ever wear it in public because no amount of exercise will cure the "twin skin" issue).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Matt coming home and all of the kiddos going to bed!   ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-1306270640235564684?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/1306270640235564684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=1306270640235564684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/1306270640235564684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/1306270640235564684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/04/down-pooper-and-back-out-again.html' title='Down the pooper and Back out again.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-4120385065077429958</id><published>2010-04-25T07:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T07:42:40.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Time</title><content type='html'>How do you go about making a big, huge, important decision? Matt and I have a decision to make and we're both still riding down the middle on it. There are definite pros and cons and risks galore on both sides...the worst part is that there is a time limit on the decision...we have to make it by the end of the day today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-4120385065077429958?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/4120385065077429958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=4120385065077429958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/4120385065077429958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/4120385065077429958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-time.html' title='Big Time'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-8791221574512728864</id><published>2010-04-22T19:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:31:43.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilly</title><content type='html'>I've been having a rough couple of weeks. Things have been so up and down, more so than usual. I've been thinking a lot about how I got to where I am in my life. How did I end up marrying one of my best friends from high school? How did we end up working together and now having him work over an hour away in another state? How did we decide to buy this house? How did we know that this is what we needed to make it through to where we are now? How did I get 4 amazing, healthy kids? How did I get to be so independent? 6 years ago, I could never do the things that I do now. I am so much more sure of myself. I can be a better wife and mother. I am able to be a better friend, and realize that I have true friends who I can trust and love like family. I'm really starting to see that it's all part of God's plan. I feel myself being pulled to church and building a stronger relationship with God. The only thing stopping me is the fear of stepping foot into a new church and getting all of the kids comfortable in the 'nursery'. Matt is only off 2 Sunday's a month so half of the time it would just be the kids and I. I know that after the first time things will be much easier but that first time just still scares me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-8791221574512728864?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/8791221574512728864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=8791221574512728864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8791221574512728864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/8791221574512728864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/04/hilly.html' title='Hilly'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655185982533309490.post-6303537026821286589</id><published>2010-04-19T19:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:05:46.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday!</title><content type='html'>There is no way that I just heard a Grandmother screaming in the face of a child who cannot be older than 2...I definitely would not have heard her say, "You are a f*cking pain in my as*, I'll get you a f*cking drink as soon as I f*cking feel like it. You just need to get the f*ck out of my face you little sh*t." I wouldn't have gotten a horrible sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and had to use all the restraint that I had to not go over to her and scream at her, or pick up that little girl and take her home with me and call the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace wouldn't have had an hour long tantrum tonight about nothing and then turn it off like a switch. That would never happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wouldn't have had an open house on Sunday and had not one person show up except our nosey neighbors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655185982533309490-6303537026821286589?l=thebrowns4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/feeds/6303537026821286589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655185982533309490&amp;postID=6303537026821286589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/6303537026821286589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655185982533309490/posts/default/6303537026821286589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowns4.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me Monday!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08012574182781479409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9GcMeMyFCE/TCEJmNnA0DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ATPBc2SX8Vk/S220/mefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
