<?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-30599862</id><updated>2012-01-27T11:21:58.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetic Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>607</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-8971775363765947306</id><published>2012-01-27T09:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T11:05:08.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>It snowed last night. It's so pretty outside so I decided we couldn't pass it up. I've felt kinda guilty lately because it has been so nice and I haven't let Abby play outside hardly at all. So I bundled her up in her snowsuit (complete with bear hat) and off we went. It was a little colder than I thought, but it was still fun and good to see Abby run around. And a good excuse to use the camera some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vSzwts7S8tw/TyLM1UXsi5I/AAAAAAAABpg/EFm3tCAtjn0/s1600/P1270009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vSzwts7S8tw/TyLM1UXsi5I/AAAAAAAABpg/EFm3tCAtjn0/s400/P1270009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702345294577699730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EbRfxP49ozM/TyLM2YDSNrI/AAAAAAAABp4/C-J91jEgn1I/s1600/P1270032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EbRfxP49ozM/TyLM2YDSNrI/AAAAAAAABp4/C-J91jEgn1I/s400/P1270032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702345312745698994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wi7Mb-4BIAQ/TyLM1yoM8WI/AAAAAAAABps/5OcahdG6yq4/s1600/P1270025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wi7Mb-4BIAQ/TyLM1yoM8WI/AAAAAAAABps/5OcahdG6yq4/s400/P1270025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702345302699995490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRHPfp5O_M0/TyLM3Cs_6QI/AAAAAAAABqE/tzQl3Bp3-Ko/s1600/P1270035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRHPfp5O_M0/TyLM3Cs_6QI/AAAAAAAABqE/tzQl3Bp3-Ko/s400/P1270035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702345324194949378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tL032npjZek/TyLM3jXLkzI/AAAAAAAABqQ/h9JBllnkeMY/s1600/P1270039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tL032npjZek/TyLM3jXLkzI/AAAAAAAABqQ/h9JBllnkeMY/s400/P1270039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702345332961809202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MMtYNWpPmwk/TyLOcwKIkZI/AAAAAAAABqs/ya00TS-uhrk/s1600/P1270044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MMtYNWpPmwk/TyLOcwKIkZI/AAAAAAAABqs/ya00TS-uhrk/s400/P1270044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702347071563534738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now it's time to relax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_QF9FAUjoIU/TyLYvjyCYFI/AAAAAAAABq4/fSmao-BraU4/s1600/P1270051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_QF9FAUjoIU/TyLYvjyCYFI/AAAAAAAABq4/fSmao-BraU4/s400/P1270051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702358389775032402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-8971775363765947306?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/8971775363765947306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=8971775363765947306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/8971775363765947306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/8971775363765947306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2012/01/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vSzwts7S8tw/TyLM1UXsi5I/AAAAAAAABpg/EFm3tCAtjn0/s72-c/P1270009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-3288596213303090693</id><published>2012-01-26T18:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:15:36.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Working for The Weekend!</title><content type='html'>I am ready for this week to be over. Last Friday night I got a cold. So instead of getting the house more ready for the baby, I napped and spent most of the weekend on the couch. I thought I was feeling better yesterday but today I was back feeling tired and stuffed up.  Mark spent Saturday morning at the school working hard getting ready for exams and the upcoming semester. Good news is after today and a three hour session at the photocopier, he's nearly ready! This weekend we're going to try and take some stuff down from the attic (again) and this time I hope I'm up for it. There's a lot to do and with every day that passes, we're getting closer. It seems so weird to be almost there since it's felt like forever for so long! I'm officially into my 3rd trimester and that means there's less than 12 weeks left. Assuming I don't go late. And it's time to get serious about getting ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been so wonky lately. This "Winter" has been more of a Spring. We had a cold snap where I had to wear my big winter jacket. Good thing it didn't last too long because it was getting uncomfortable to zip up! Now everything is melting but it's at the point where the ice is really bad. I have slipped so many times I have lost count. And I am so paranoid about falling. As much as I want this baby to come, I really don't want it to come right now! Last night, as I picked up Abby from clubs, I stepped out of the Jimmy and slipped on a patch of ice. I almost went down but I grabbed the door to catch myself. But in doing so, I really hurt my back. Like my back needed anything more for it to hurt. It's not too bad during the day, but tonight it started to stiffen up and really feel sore. I am so glad it's Friday tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, our hot water heater has been acting up. The pilot light goes out and leaves us with cold water. Mark thinks he knows what the problem is. There's an orange wire and something called a Thermalcoupler. It's not an expensive fix but it is going to be some work. Until we get it fixed, Mark just relights the pilot light every time we need hot water. Strangely enough, it's not that often. Mark lights it in the morning for our showers and again in the evening for Abby's bath and the dishwasher. We use cold water to wash laundry anyway and don't use hot water throughout the day very often. It's annoying but livable. So that's another job for the weekend! Yeesh, it's going to be a busy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just took the dog and the garbage out and lo and behold, it's snowing. Looks like tomorrow will be a Diego Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-3288596213303090693?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/3288596213303090693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=3288596213303090693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/3288596213303090693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/3288596213303090693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2012/01/working-for-weekend.html' title='Working for The Weekend!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-3652259714410397430</id><published>2012-01-22T11:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T12:09:53.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long Air Miles</title><content type='html'>We decided to get rid of our Air Miles. There was a report that Air Miles were going to have an expiry date so that got us thinking that maybe we should use some of ours. Turns out we don't have too many. And the things you can buy weren't all that great. The only thing we found that we could really use were some Boston Pizza gift cards and a digital camera. I got my last little digital camera when Abby was born. It still works, but it's slow to turn on and when you have an adorable toddler who doesn't sit still or do that adorable thing more than once, it's tough to get a picture of it. The cards came in the mail a few days ago (we already used one on Friday - good date night out and Abby was a good girl!) and the camera eventually arrived too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrvqJhQCP4A/TxxNYm7cubI/AAAAAAAABow/jt4bGACYJqk/s1600/IMG01217-20120122-1147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrvqJhQCP4A/TxxNYm7cubI/AAAAAAAABow/jt4bGACYJqk/s400/IMG01217-20120122-1147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700516313506298290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns on right away and is ready to take pictures. I really like that feature. And I think it takes some nice pictures too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HW7LJuKVZJc/TxxOjj0nD4I/AAAAAAAABo8/DlN_HLLGhj0/s1600/P1220004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HW7LJuKVZJc/TxxOjj0nD4I/AAAAAAAABo8/DlN_HLLGhj0/s400/P1220004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700517601162497922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is even an effects option. Here's the pinhole option... See how the edges are shaded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tjZHXuOsv-4/TxxOkB0L31I/AAAAAAAABpI/KrpejMjW7kM/s1600/P1220005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tjZHXuOsv-4/TxxOkB0L31I/AAAAAAAABpI/KrpejMjW7kM/s400/P1220005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700517609213779794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the drawing option...pretty neat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt3sPhDfviw/TxxOk6qk7eI/AAAAAAAABpU/TC-r2TjimDU/s1600/P1220007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt3sPhDfviw/TxxOk6qk7eI/AAAAAAAABpU/TC-r2TjimDU/s400/P1220007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700517624474299874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-3652259714410397430?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/3652259714410397430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=3652259714410397430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/3652259714410397430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/3652259714410397430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-long-air-miles.html' title='So Long Air Miles'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrvqJhQCP4A/TxxNYm7cubI/AAAAAAAABow/jt4bGACYJqk/s72-c/IMG01217-20120122-1147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-7563197189393629149</id><published>2012-01-19T19:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T21:13:09.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week Closer...</title><content type='html'>Pregnancy Update #??&lt;br /&gt;Good news: My incision is not in danger. Baby is looking well, growing lots and is healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Bad new: Round Ligament Pain. I had it with Abby, but only for a little while. It would hurt really bad if I got up too fast or turned around quickly. But it went away after a few days. But this time, it's different. It always seems to be sore. Not the stabbing, momentary pain, just a general constant soreness. If I find myself walking too fast, it'll call out to me to slow down. The day before my doctor's appointment was actually busier than usual with playing  in church, getting groceries, and a potluck with friends in the  evening. When I was in the waiting room, I started getting dizzy and  very tired. When I told him that, he said I should take it easier and  maybe take a day or two off. I didn't know what to say. I only work three hours a day! And not all that hard! But chasing after Abby, getting her to her Story Time at the Library, and wrangling her home. Driving her to Clubs in the evening and wrestling her back. And I can't really take time off from that! But I'm not going to put her in the next round of Story Time and I'm not going to start any new activities. And hopefully try and relax while I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of not doing anything and relaxing... in preparation for the new baby, I have to thin out some toys around here. I have to go through all of Abby's toys and separate the ones she still plays with, the toys more appropriate for a baby and the random junk she has collected and turned into toys, and the garbage. I spent most of the morning sorting while Abby watched Diego. The living room and Abby's room look a lot better but there's still the basement to do and Abby's room to finish. Not to mention all the baby clothes that have to be prepped. I have a few boxes of clothes in the house, but the majority of them are in the attic of the garage. Well, I'll go through the ones I have and see what I got. We can't really put much more into the house until we take more out. And who wants to climb through an attic in the middle of January while there's a cold snap on? Mind you, on Sunday, it's supposed to be 0 degrees out there. Back to our Winter/Spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-7563197189393629149?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/7563197189393629149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=7563197189393629149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7563197189393629149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7563197189393629149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-week-closer.html' title='One Week Closer...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-489618948355462450</id><published>2012-01-08T13:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T14:15:08.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things I've Learned</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to get myself ready for the arrival of the newest member of the family. This has brought me to the realization that I have learned a lot from Abby in the past 3+ years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most problems can be solved with a good snuggle&lt;br /&gt;Play-doh must be played with on tile or laminate flooring. Never carpet&lt;br /&gt;The best stories are told when you shut up and listen to them&lt;br /&gt;Geese are amazing&lt;br /&gt;If Dora does it/is on it, it's cool&lt;br /&gt;It's more fun to pain on arms and legs than on paper&lt;br /&gt;What phrase/sound/word you use to express frustration will be parroted back&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you eat will be way better than what you serve them&lt;br /&gt;A child can be both a puppy and a shark at the same time&lt;br /&gt;Rocks have personalities and families&lt;br /&gt;They are stronger than they look&lt;br /&gt;The phrase "poop coming out" demands immediate attention&lt;br /&gt;Vacuum cleaners are scary&lt;br /&gt;Vacuum cleaners are fun&lt;br /&gt;"Now" is a subjective term&lt;br /&gt;"No" is negotiable&lt;br /&gt;Humour will get them off the hook 9 times out of 10&lt;br /&gt;If they weren't so cute, no kid would have a sibling&lt;br /&gt;The phrase "small people, small problems, big people, big problems" is accurate but provides little comfort&lt;br /&gt;It is possible to be angry and laugh at the same time - at the same person&lt;br /&gt;Cracks in a sidewalk must be investigated. Every crack&lt;br /&gt;Apple juice tastes differently in different cups&lt;br /&gt;It really doesn't matter what surface they eat off of as long as they are eating their supper&lt;br /&gt;Dishes will stay dirty, clothes will stay piled up but Tickle Time will go away&lt;br /&gt;Take as many kisses as you can while you still can&lt;br /&gt;Bare bums are adorable&lt;br /&gt;Keep the curtains closed and no one will even know if they are still wearing their pjs, or that old Halloween costume, or nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Breakables are breakable and gravity is a law&lt;br /&gt;Theories are great. In theory&lt;br /&gt;Candy works&lt;br /&gt;The phrase "It's only a phase" is less helpful than "Aww man, that DOES suck!"&lt;br /&gt;If sleep could be sold, it'd be priceless and sold out&lt;br /&gt;Fingers are made to touch things. Fingers can be washed&lt;br /&gt;Einstein was right. Time is relative&lt;br /&gt;Saying "No" won't kill them. Saying "Yes" won't kill you&lt;br /&gt;Silence is golden. And terrifying&lt;br /&gt;"No" might just be their default setting. Rephrase and try again&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it stains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-489618948355462450?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/489618948355462450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=489618948355462450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/489618948355462450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/489618948355462450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-ive-learned.html' title='The Things I&apos;ve Learned'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-9132638124041542309</id><published>2012-01-04T20:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T12:02:14.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>And time for another update. Yea, I've made a few resolutions. Along with last year's (to regularly update this blog) and a few I made in the fall (to be less stressed about things ie. children and pregnancy, to enjoy the good moments and let the bad moments pass) I've added a resolution to read more. And better quality books. I've started with The Chronicles of Narnia. The entire set. Not just The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. So far I've finished the first two and started the third. This is where I left off last time I tried to read it, but with the resolution, I feel more confident I will get through it. And then after that, I have all my old classics from University. Except Kim. I will never read that book again. I've read it twice for two different classes and I still have no idea what's going on. I was going to resolve to walk more but I know that's never going to happen. Maybe once the baby comes? Nah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone had a good Christmas. I did. I'll give you the highlights (since most of the people reading this were actually there!) We drove to Moose Jaw. got to spend some time with Mark's sister and her husband. We went to this restaurant called Deja Vu. They serve wings and chicken fingers and the best milk shakes ever!! The wings are amazing, the chicken fingers are huge and the shakes are unbelievable!! They have over 50 flavours of wings/fingers and I lost count for the shakes. I had a chocolate cheesecake shake and Mark had the chocolate peanut butter banana. I'm already deciding on what flavour to get the next time we're in Moose Jaw. We had a great time in Moose Jaw and got to see more family as the days went on. We went to the Christmas Eve service which went pretty well considering Abby is not used to sitting through church for an hour! On Christmas day, we all opened our presents. It was such a mad house with all the people. Kinda fun! The next day, we packed up (most of our stuff) and drove into Regina. Again it was a crazy time of kids and presents! And food! Abby got along right away with her cousins who loved playing with her. It was nice to see them playing so well together. The next day we went to the Science Centre. There was an exhibition on the Titanic. What was really neat was that they gave you a boarding pass when you walked in and it gave information of an individual passenger. Like what their name was, who they were travelling with and why, and from where to where. We each got a card and at the end, we could see if we survived or not. My person was a woman (2nd class) with three children. And we all made it. Mark was a single guy (3rd class). He didn't make it. In fact, none of the men made it. Even the husbands or brothers of a passenger. The next day, we travelled to Swift Current. The weather started getting nasty, but we made it. We had a nice visit with my grandma and family. Driving back to Moose Jaw was less fun. Mark and I had planned to drive back to Estevan after we got to Moose Jaw but with the weather being the way it was (slush and snow and rain) we had our reservations. When we got to Mark's parents house and learned that they hit the ditch coming back to Moose Jaw from Regina, that made up our minds! The next day was freezing rain so we spent the day with his parents and sister and her husband. We even went to a hockey game. It was a great game. It even went into overtime and ended in an exciting shoot-out. I haven't been in that new rink before. It is very impressive. We finally made it home the next day. It seems like we got the only nice day since the next day was incredibly windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been talking it easy the last few days. I've been pretty tired lately and I've noticed my scar (from my C-section) has been kinda sore lately. I don't know if it's because it's stretching or what, but I'm going to tell the doctor on my next appointment. I've also been having trouble standing for any period of time. The other day at work, I was standing in line at the bank. The line was really long. I was about 8 or 9 in line. It was hot in there and I had to take off my jackets. I was the second in line when I started feeling really bad. I really wanted to make it to the front of the line but figured I could wait from the chairs. I barely made it to the chairs before things went fuzzy. Right away, a manager was there beside me offering me a glass of cold water. She also got my banking done! I sat there for awhile before going outside. The cold air sure made me feel better. And today, we went to Staples to buy a filing cabinet. I spent all of five minutes looking at them before I sat in one the chairs. I didn't want to pass out in the middle of the store. I still feel kinda weak but it's Saturday so I'm taking it easy. We did a bit more shopping this morning. I got a gift card for M&amp;amp;M Meats from my boss for Christmas so now my freezer looks like a M&amp;amp;M store!! It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been having Braxton Hicks lately. Apparently you can get them  in the 2nd trimester so it's not that out of the ordinary. It's just  uncomfortable. I didn't get them with Abby until the very end.&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/30599862-9132638124041542309?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/9132638124041542309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=9132638124041542309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/9132638124041542309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/9132638124041542309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-4295110885975745736</id><published>2011-12-15T09:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T20:44:41.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Structure: The Name of the Game</title><content type='html'>Last week I was feeling a little off. Nothing major, just felt lost.  Then I realized it's because I had no plan, nothing to do, no reason to  get off the couch. So I decided I needed to be a little more active. I searched Google and found some crafts for Abby to do. I know, crafts are not my forte but we gotta do what we gotta do. She's been making decorations for the tree. She is really enjoying it and it keeps her occupied. And I'm feeling better too. Abby's had a bit of a stomach bug (I think she's getting over it now) so she hasn't slept well. That part is improving. Her bum is really red and sore. That is improving as well but not as fast and it hurts so much for her that it's breaking y heart. I'm airing it out in the mornings so I'm trying to keep her away from the windows!! Here's a few pictures of Abby doing some crafts. And in the last one, that's Baby Hat in her pocket like a kangaroo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-akggqPv39AM/TuwA_BRbIsI/AAAAAAAABoY/bwSGm5s5KtI/s1600/DSCF5506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-akggqPv39AM/TuwA_BRbIsI/AAAAAAAABoY/bwSGm5s5KtI/s400/DSCF5506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686921512135369410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3VwXY2qdX8c/TuwA-4BK48I/AAAAAAAABoM/SL42wOHYqvo/s1600/DSCF5503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3VwXY2qdX8c/TuwA-4BK48I/AAAAAAAABoM/SL42wOHYqvo/s400/DSCF5503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686921509651276738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uqjGWrPJHvU/TuwA_h_Y3BI/AAAAAAAABoo/3AgS1W3GDB4/s1600/DSCF5507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uqjGWrPJHvU/TuwA_h_Y3BI/AAAAAAAABoo/3AgS1W3GDB4/s400/DSCF5507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686921520918092818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pointed out to me that I haven't taken maternity pictures in awhile. I think the last one was at 18 weeks. And I've grown since then. So much so that my favourite and most comfy pants don't really fit so well anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me at 22 weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wp6eWDDvR8A/TuwALeSowdI/AAAAAAAABoA/1jYO9sMDK4U/s1600/DSCF5508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wp6eWDDvR8A/TuwALeSowdI/AAAAAAAABoA/1jYO9sMDK4U/s400/DSCF5508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686920626571887058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-4295110885975745736?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/4295110885975745736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=4295110885975745736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/4295110885975745736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/4295110885975745736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/12/structure-name-of-game.html' title='Structure: The Name of the Game'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-akggqPv39AM/TuwA_BRbIsI/AAAAAAAABoY/bwSGm5s5KtI/s72-c/DSCF5506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-2166781463725099570</id><published>2011-12-02T08:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T08:41:53.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar Liar</title><content type='html'>Confession: I lie to my child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie daily. Sometimes multiple times. I always swore I never would. That I would be honest with her and explain things so she could understand them. And I would never lie because that erodes trust and then she'll think I'm always lying to her. But I've done it. And I'll do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie to my child when I tell her that her dolls can't go for errands because they are sleeping. I tell her the dog doesn't want to go outside and play. I've told her that lunch is supper and breakfast is lunch and supper is breakfast. I've told her that jar of cookies is empty. I don't know how many toys I've told her are broken. Just the other day, I had to give her boots back because they didn't fit. When she threw a fit and ran away with them, I told her the boots had to go back to their mommy - and she gladly handed them over. When she asked me if the geese flying overhead are going home to their mommy and daddy, I told her that they are going to the field to eat. After she asked me again and again if they were going to go see their mommy and daddy, I said yes, they are going to see their mommy and daddy. She then went back to her drawing. I lie so she'll behave. I lie so she'll understand and I lie because that's the answer she wants. And when she gets older, I'll still lie. I'll tell her that if she doesn't eat her carrots, her hair will fall out. If she sits too close to the TV, she'll go blind. And the classic, if you keep making that face, it will get stuck that way. Maybe by then, some of the old lies will have gone away. She'll understand that geese fly north and south when they do. That if she takes too many toys out of the house then they'll get lost and sometimes, you can't keep everything you are given. And it doesn't matter what you have for breakfast/lunch/supper, you have to eat it anyway. But for now - this is what she understands, this is what makes my life easier and this is what I'll stick with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all you sanctimonious mommies out there who believe that 100% honesty is the way to go...I can't hear you, I'm sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-2166781463725099570?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/2166781463725099570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=2166781463725099570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/2166781463725099570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/2166781463725099570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/12/liar-liar.html' title='Liar Liar'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-6228651142274731390</id><published>2011-12-01T18:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T18:32:24.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Beauty</title><content type='html'>Last week I was so tired. All I wanted to do was sleep. I figured the baby must be going through a growth spurt. Sure enough, yesterday - my belly shot out. Last night when I laid down, the bump didn't go away like it usually does. And today at work, I couldn't sit like I usually do. I have to kinda lean back. My stomach feels like one giant cramp. I guess that's what happens when everything stretches out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can be forgiven for being tired. We had a pretty big weekend. On Saturday, we had my work party. We (25 of us) went out to Eddie's. It was a lot of fun and the food was really good. Then on Sunday, we went to the Grey Cup party at the church. Another great time with lots of food! Abby was very energetic - the whole time. By the 4th quarter, she was doing laps around a stool. We decided to leave while people still liked us! When we got home, I got a phone call to inform me that I won $50 on a Grey Cup ticket that I didn't buy and had forgotten all about! Score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another piece of good news...we have TV again. Yesterday the dish guy came to install out Shaw Direct dish. It went really smoothly. He ended up coming about an hour late but that tuned out to be perfect. My parents came for the day so they both arrived about the same time. That meant I could talk to him and Abby was occupied. She started calling him Other Papa. For a girl who is so shy, she sure didn't act like it! One time when he came up from the basement, she ran over to him and asked him if he was done! Mark was even able to come home at lunch and talk things over with him. I really appreciated that because I hate being the middleman especially when I don't know what they are talking about and have to just repeat what they say and hope Mark knows what he's talking about. Then if Mark does have a question, I have no answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had better get this kid into the bath and then get some rest. I was just thinking when I'm going to stop feeling so tired. Much to my horror, I realized it was when the baby would be born. Then I get to be exhausted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-6228651142274731390?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/6228651142274731390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=6228651142274731390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6228651142274731390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6228651142274731390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/12/sleeping-beauty.html' title='Sleeping Beauty'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-8320863676504743482</id><published>2011-11-23T10:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T10:35:16.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Time!!</title><content type='html'>The Village....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn6X0d2PafA/Ts0gZTDpG8I/AAAAAAAABm4/CBoyrKor5SY/s1600/DSCF5486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn6X0d2PafA/Ts0gZTDpG8I/AAAAAAAABm4/CBoyrKor5SY/s400/DSCF5486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678230324168432578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9_3MLRnjKWk/Ts0gY6O3c2I/AAAAAAAABms/HVmpV6yljic/s1600/DSCF5488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9_3MLRnjKWk/Ts0gY6O3c2I/AAAAAAAABms/HVmpV6yljic/s400/DSCF5488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678230317504623458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mSjtiOhB7GA/Ts0gYUzj86I/AAAAAAAABmg/b_n4Dw5Odkw/s1600/DSCF5490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mSjtiOhB7GA/Ts0gYUzj86I/AAAAAAAABmg/b_n4Dw5Odkw/s400/DSCF5490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678230307457987490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cDMmDUkp1HM/Ts0gZ0LliHI/AAAAAAAABnE/aWpxkJv_TO8/s1600/DSCF5485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cDMmDUkp1HM/Ts0gZ0LliHI/AAAAAAAABnE/aWpxkJv_TO8/s400/DSCF5485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678230333060122738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 weeks...and counting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r49c10BB_gM/Ts0gYSxpLqI/AAAAAAAABmU/3_YQLfXYq6Y/s1600/DSCF5477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r49c10BB_gM/Ts0gYSxpLqI/AAAAAAAABmU/3_YQLfXYq6Y/s400/DSCF5477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678230306913070754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-8320863676504743482?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/8320863676504743482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=8320863676504743482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/8320863676504743482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/8320863676504743482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/11/picture-time.html' title='Picture Time!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn6X0d2PafA/Ts0gZTDpG8I/AAAAAAAABm4/CBoyrKor5SY/s72-c/DSCF5486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-5797665439609749854</id><published>2011-11-19T18:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T19:28:24.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, from the whole family!</title><content type='html'>I noticed it's been awhile and since Abby is happily sitting on the couch watching A Bug's Life (again) I thought I'd take the opportunity to share what we have been up lately. I have been patiently (ha) waiting to feel the baby move for the last 18 weeks. A few weeks ago, I started feeling flutterings but I could always explain them away as gas or my imagination. Last week, I was driving to the library when I felt a definitive one-two punch. Yeah! Since then, I can feel them more and more. And the Little Critter loves to sit right on a gas bubble which makes it very hard (and somewhat painful) to walk around. Yesterday at work, it finally decided to shift and I found I could walk normally again. Yeah! Also, I have learned how to sit properly so my back doesn't hurt and the nerve that runs down my leg doesn't get pinched. All awesome things to know. I've also found that laying on the right side is WAY more comfortable than laying on my left side. Take that pregnancy books. I'm getting used to this bump and the little one inside. We're getting to know each other better and how to get along together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my second ultrasound appointment. Everything looks good. Baby is progressing fine and measures right along with where I'm supposed to me. She asked if we wanted to know if it was a boy or a girl and we couldn't decide. So she wrote it down and put it in an envelope which is sitting on our fridge. We haven't broken down and read it yet. Someone likened it to opening your Christmas presents and then wrapping them up and putting them back under the tree. Here are some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see a little hand over the belly. It had it's hand over it's ears most of the time. I guess we were too loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GVtHnb0l3OY/TshPMZ3GglI/AAAAAAAABlY/Srn7-YgqzJA/s1600/Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GVtHnb0l3OY/TshPMZ3GglI/AAAAAAAABlY/Srn7-YgqzJA/s400/Baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676874404819534418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has a really cute little nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BbtqXW8O_OA/TshTACKgayI/AAAAAAAABmA/l-Mv15tns1I/s1600/IMG01150-20111119-1905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BbtqXW8O_OA/TshTACKgayI/AAAAAAAABmA/l-Mv15tns1I/s400/IMG01150-20111119-1905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676878590346554146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a close up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zuzHjopohZg/TshS_si2VWI/AAAAAAAABlw/zCxFozATlZE/s1600/IMG01149-20111119-1904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zuzHjopohZg/TshS_si2VWI/AAAAAAAABlw/zCxFozATlZE/s400/IMG01149-20111119-1904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676878584543073634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A tiny little foot. She had a hard time looking at the feet cuz the little one kept kicking. I am growing a marathon runner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f5A_ffAndVk/TshS_itIKFI/AAAAAAAABlk/45Scj58uVrQ/s1600/IMG01147-20111119-1904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f5A_ffAndVk/TshS_itIKFI/AAAAAAAABlk/45Scj58uVrQ/s400/IMG01147-20111119-1904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676878581901830226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a picture of the spine. It's crazy to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-goNNM40ktQ4/TshTAgBYNvI/AAAAAAAABmI/2Z4nIJjjD9U/s1600/IMG01152-20111119-1905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-goNNM40ktQ4/TshTAgBYNvI/AAAAAAAABmI/2Z4nIJjjD9U/s400/IMG01152-20111119-1905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676878598361331442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did really well, and didn't cry at all until she showed me the heart. I don't know why that got to me so much. I just started thinking that that little heart is beating inside that little baby inside of me. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided there was one thing I couldn't wait anymore for...Christmas! This morning, I put up the Christmas tree and started (tried) to decorate it. It's a lot more difficult when you have a very helpful three year old following you around wanting to fix it! And by fix it, I mean taking off the decorations and putting them all in the same spot. So the tree has a few bare patches and a few very decorated areas. Oh well. We had to break for lunch before I could get the village set up. Then it was time for errands at Walmart. And then we needed a nap. A long one. So there's still some work to do tomorrow. I still need to start in on the baking but I didn't get all the ingredients at Walmart today. The joys of shopping in Estevan, the shelves are bare. I was told today that this Walmart is short staffed by 100 people. Oh my, merry Christmas indeed! I do not envy them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-5797665439609749854?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/5797665439609749854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=5797665439609749854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/5797665439609749854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/5797665439609749854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello-from-whole-family.html' title='Hello, from the whole family!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GVtHnb0l3OY/TshPMZ3GglI/AAAAAAAABlY/Srn7-YgqzJA/s72-c/Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-2390755439177946822</id><published>2011-10-31T19:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T19:53:24.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>You know, I don't usually like Halloween. In fact, I think last year's post was on that very topic. However, this year has been a blast. Yesterday, I got in the spirit and make crafts for Abby to do. I know! Me! Crafts!! She glued eyes, a nose and a mouth on a pumpkin, coloured a jack o' lantern and painted an orange pumpkin! Then she tried on her costume and discovered that she loved it! I was a little worried since every time we try and get her to wear something, she screams and runs away. But since it was a kitty (tiger) she loved it and then refused to take it off. We had to promise her that she could wear it again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, after breakfast I put all the jack o' lanterns on the front window to decorate a bit. She wanted to put her kitty clothes back on but I told her she couldn't until after supper. When I picked her up form the sitter's, she was so excited to go trick or treating. I didn't even know that she knew that word! But I guess older kids can be a great influence! She was telling me all about trick or treating. When we got home, she had a quick snack, got changed and started off trick or treating with Mark. She got to one house, decided she was too shy and headed back. I was worried this would happen. So I finished making supper, left it to warm and went out with them. By this time, she had played outside for awhile and was feeling a bit braver. So we went for a walk. At the first house, she was pretty shy, and needed to be held. The second house, she made it up to the door. This third house, she even said thank you. And by the time the evening was over, she was going up to all the houses (with me close behind) knocking or ringing the bell and saying, "Trick or Treat!" like a pro! And she always said Thank you! After (reluctantly) eating her supper, she got one candy. (She was very excited) and every time the door rang, she jumped up to see who it was and yelled Trick or Treat! She is still pretty excited, even though she is supposed to be sleeping! Did I mention she's wearing her tiger costume to bed? Yeah, she's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Halloween candy (to hand out) has slowly dwindled. Maybe it's because I'm hormonal and think these kids are so darned cute that I keep giving them a handful each. But they are just so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_0-W_hG9kY/Tq9I_t3oxMI/AAAAAAAABkM/thoi5aYdeMY/s1600/IMG01118-20111030-1134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_0-W_hG9kY/Tq9I_t3oxMI/AAAAAAAABkM/thoi5aYdeMY/s400/IMG01118-20111030-1134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669830715364656322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L4fBeL6NcBA/Tq9I_MVUmrI/AAAAAAAABj8/Jq91-XXJcH8/s1600/IMG01122-20111031-1704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L4fBeL6NcBA/Tq9I_MVUmrI/AAAAAAAABj8/Jq91-XXJcH8/s400/IMG01122-20111031-1704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669830706362358450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wKPkj8DqoGU/Tq9I-h6TTaI/AAAAAAAABj0/0b7kyuuxYJg/s1600/IMG01124-20111031-1734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wKPkj8DqoGU/Tq9I-h6TTaI/AAAAAAAABj0/0b7kyuuxYJg/s400/IMG01124-20111031-1734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669830694974737826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhtuwJotgms/Tq9I-QcTLYI/AAAAAAAABjo/bJKvD28wXcE/s1600/IMG01125-20111031-1757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhtuwJotgms/Tq9I-QcTLYI/AAAAAAAABjo/bJKvD28wXcE/s400/IMG01125-20111031-1757.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669830690285497730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In baby news, I think the baby has grown. I feel big and stretched out. I just weighted myself and I've gained around 15 lbs! That's a pound a week! That means that by the time I'm done, I'll have gained 40 lbs! At least!! Yikes. But at least now I look more pregnant.  I'm starting to enter the stage that I enjoy. I'm big enough to look pregnant. I'm getting curvy! I have some energy back. It's starting to feel real. And the best part...anytime now I'll be able to feel it start kicking!!!!! I can't wait!! That's when it's really real! Until then, it's just something that make me feel sick and makes my back ache. Once I can feel it, then it's really a baby with a little personality and I can start imagining playing with it and loving it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-2390755439177946822?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/2390755439177946822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=2390755439177946822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/2390755439177946822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/2390755439177946822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_0-W_hG9kY/Tq9I_t3oxMI/AAAAAAAABkM/thoi5aYdeMY/s72-c/IMG01118-20111030-1134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-6252412655920407873</id><published>2011-10-23T18:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T18:55:07.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm OLD!!</title><content type='html'>It was my birthday yesterday. It was an awesome day, but it did make me realize one glaring fact. I am 29 years old. When I was in Grade 5, my teacher always told us she was 29. That was her age, every year. She never wavered. She was 29 and no one was telling her otherwise. So, somehow, I got it in my head that 29 is the best age to be, and once you attain that age, it's all downhill from there. Now I'm there. And I still feel so young! I don't feel old, I don't feel all that mature and I surely don't feel like it's all downhill from here. In fact, I feel like there is so much left to do! I wonder when I'll start feeling old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was my birthday. We slept in. Then there was a cup of coffee. then we lazed around the house until we all finally got dressed. There was a bake sale at the mall and I bought my favourite dessert...peanut butter squares with marshmallows. They are wicked bad for you but taste so good! Then we did a few more errands. Then it was time for lunch and nap. I even got a short nap in! Then we made some supper for Abby and got ready for the babysitter to come. We found a new babysitter. She lives across the street. She came with a bag of activities for Abby. When we left, Abby grabbed on to my pant leg for dear life. Apparently she cried for five minutes after we left then played with the sitter. They coloured, watched a movie and had a snack. When we got home, Abby was tucked into bed and the sitter was wiping the table. And all the toys had been put away. Happy birthday to me! As for our night out, we went to a grown-up restaurant. They had cloth table clothes and napkins. And a separate wine menu (that I didn't order from). My one request for eating out was that it had to be a nice restaurant and I wanted to order an appetizer and get dessert. So to start, we had stuffed mushroom caps. Oh my, were they ever good! And cheesy!! Then I had the cheese-stuffed chicken. Even more cheese! Mark had a steak. He got a Cesar salad with his meal. It was the funniest salad I have ever seen. I was a few leaves of romaine lettuce with a strip of bacon and a bread ring wrapped around it. It was really pretty but apparently a little difficult to eat since you had to cut it up. Good thing they provided a steak knife! After we finished, we weren't ready to go home yet. We drove to a coffee shop to see if it was still open. Closed. So we drove to Boston Pizza. They have good desserts. I had a hot chocolate and we shared a hot fudge brownie. The third game of the World Series was on the TV so I got to what a bit of that! We tried to think of more things to do, but failed miserably and by then, I was getting kinda tired. It was 8 pm after all!! So we drove home. We looked in on Abby and she was awake. So we gave her a kiss (and a trip to the potty) and relaxed in front of the TV for the rest of the evening. Yes, a great day indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was my doctor's appointment. All is well. My back has been hurting a lot lately. Especially when I'm standing and walking around a lot. So he gave me an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; to do. I hope it helps. It really helps to sit around a lot! We got the dates all sorted out so I am 14 weeks (a a few days). Now we on the same page again. Due date is back to mid to late April.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-6252412655920407873?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/6252412655920407873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=6252412655920407873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6252412655920407873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6252412655920407873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-old.html' title='I&apos;m OLD!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-7101350392081831316</id><published>2011-10-15T12:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T13:14:11.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Forward</title><content type='html'>This week has been a very long and tiring and exhausting and aggravating one. Needless to say, I did not have a good week. I was very tired, and sore and completely void of patience. I had a huge nap on Monday which may have helped. I forgot Tuesday was Tuesday and didn't take Abby to Toddler Time..we stayed home and watched TV. Wednesday I took her to the Family Centre and she refused to leave. On Thursday, she refused to leave the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;babysitter's&lt;/span&gt;. The mornings were long and tension-filled. No wonder she didn't want to go home with me! I'm sure it's all on account of being pregnant and hormonal and tired but that almost makes me feel worse. What's going to happen when the baby comes and I'm even more tired and hormonal and sore? Abby doesn't deserve to be snapped at because I'm sleep-deprived! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm starting to really show. People are noticing. And my back is killing me!! And all I can think about is the fact I'm only 14 weeks...how am I going to feel when I'm 36 weeks? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the problem with looking forward. I told myself I was going to live in the moment. To enjoy each moment for what is was...temporary. Sure, Abby is throwing a huge tantrum. This will pass. Yeah, my back aches. It's not going to ache every minute for the rest of my life. But all I can think about is how bad it;s going to get when.... I'm never going to have a moment's peace! Thankfully, yesterday was a good day. I didn't try to be ambitious. Abby destroyed the living room (pulled the cushion off the chair and built a fort with blankets, her jumping mat and the rest of the chair) We didn't go anywhere, I didn't do any dishes. Yeah, a tornado may have hit my house, but we were happy. We were content. Good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we did some yard work - that is to say Mark did some yard work and I supervised Abby. We went to the park. Since we're trying to get the dog to lose some weight (got her on a diet) I brought her along. Abby held her leash the whole way there an the whole way back. They did good. Of course, Deeds was so tired on the way back that Abby nearly had to drag her. But it was fun. Abby got to run around. I got some fresh air, Dee Dee got some exercise. Abby found a ladybug (eyes of a hawk!!) Now she's "having a nap" or playing in her room. I don't know. She's quiet, good enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfPf4XvW36s/TpnayUJkH0I/AAAAAAAABiw/QP63UA2z468/s1600/IMG01084-20111015-1111.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfPf4XvW36s/TpnayUJkH0I/AAAAAAAABiw/QP63UA2z468/s400/IMG01084-20111015-1111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663798564332248898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eVWqWqnMv4c/TpnayJR27PI/AAAAAAAABig/LzydY1WIHKQ/s1600/IMG01083-20111015-1110.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eVWqWqnMv4c/TpnayJR27PI/AAAAAAAABig/LzydY1WIHKQ/s400/IMG01083-20111015-1110.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663798561414245618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Yr6IeE9JKo/TpnaxRjbn9I/AAAAAAAABiY/wpBOhbPyrmA/s1600/IMG01082-20111015-1109.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Yr6IeE9JKo/TpnaxRjbn9I/AAAAAAAABiY/wpBOhbPyrmA/s400/IMG01082-20111015-1109.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663798546455568338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KlN619QcPUA/Tpnaw28w0XI/AAAAAAAABiI/kwUgDmoRGgw/s1600/IMG01081-20111015-1108.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KlN619QcPUA/Tpnaw28w0XI/AAAAAAAABiI/kwUgDmoRGgw/s400/IMG01081-20111015-1108.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663798539314057586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been able to watch some of the post-season baseball games. It's kinda exciting, especially since I can't decide who to cheer for! I'll have it figured out by the time they get to the World Series. Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-7101350392081831316?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/7101350392081831316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=7101350392081831316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7101350392081831316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7101350392081831316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/10/looking-forward.html' title='Looking Forward'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfPf4XvW36s/TpnayUJkH0I/AAAAAAAABiw/QP63UA2z468/s72-c/IMG01084-20111015-1111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-436892926785128888</id><published>2011-10-02T13:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T13:36:53.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>What a weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was my little baby's birthday!! She's three! Can you believe it? We had a great birthday party with her grandparents. I think it's my last year of keeping it low-key. Next year she'll have lot of little friends (she has a few already) and I see the days of big parties with gift bags and themes looming on the horizon. Yikes! But as it was, it was still fun. I had ordered some pizzas and a cake (I refused to make anything more than a salad - keeping it low-key). We even used paper plates and plastic cups. After lunch, she opened her gifts and immediately started playing with all of them! She did pause to give everyone thank you hugs. After lunch, when it should have been nap time, we snuggled on the couch and watched her new Dora DVD. She watched intently, I fell fast asleep. I even missed saying goodbye to Mark's parents!! I had to laugh...I kept this party as easy and stress-free as humanly possible and it still played me out! I'm blaming the pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was also a big day for another reason. Mark ordered windows awhile back and has been waiting for an opportunity to install them. These last weekends have been so busy there just never seems be a chance to get it done. And this weather can't last forever (but it seems too!) So Mark's parents decided to come Friday night and stay overnight so when we woke up in the morning, Mark and his Dad started installing the windows. I'm sure the neighbours weren't that impressed with Mark cutting out the old windows at 8am on a Saturday morning! But it was only one morning and we are usually so quiet that I think we will be forgiven! The first window came out and the new one went in with no trouble at all! After the party was over, and my parent's had gone, they did the second one and it went just as smoothly. They look so nice! The frame around the windows is smaller so it really feels like we have a bigger window! There's a ledge now (that will be covered in dust I'm sure). And they are SOOO much quieter. I can hardly hear the trucks go by anymore, and I can't remember the last train I heard. It's amazing the difference. Next spring we're going to get the office and bathroom windows done. Then it's just Abby's room, our room and the big picture window in the front. Then we'll move onto the doors. A homeowner's work is never done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For pictures of the birthday party, visit me on Facebook!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-436892926785128888?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/436892926785128888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=436892926785128888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/436892926785128888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/436892926785128888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/10/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-7365341043148418640</id><published>2011-09-23T18:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:05:16.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong Heart</title><content type='html'>You know how I said I was going to be more easy going about this pregnancy? Well, I hit my first roadblock in the journey of the "stress-free" pregnancy. I went for my doctor's appointment today. He asked me my dates again (for the third time and after I had it written on my medical sheet that was sitting in front of him on his desk). He got out his little wheel chart and calculated my due date. At my first appointment, he told me end of April/beginning of May. After consulting the wheel, he said my due date is now March 8. But then I glanced at the wheel and he had it pointed to the beginning of June when I told him the beginning of July. Unless, you go back a month...I am so confused. But I'm taking it in stride. I have an ultrasound next week so there they will take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;measurements&lt;/span&gt; and be able to give me a more accurate due date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good part was that I got to hear the heartbeat!! I didn't think I would be so excited about it. One of my friends at work asked me if it's as exciting the second time around. I paused, I was about to say no, that's it's all the same, you know what to expect and it's not new anymore. But it hit me...I am excited about it. It was awesome hearing that little heart beating so strong and so fast. I admit, I teared up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are driving to Regina for the day and going to the Rider game. Mark got some tickets from a co-worker so off we go!! Go Riders Go!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-7365341043148418640?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/7365341043148418640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=7365341043148418640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7365341043148418640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7365341043148418640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/09/strong-heart.html' title='Strong Heart'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-6147623206179364858</id><published>2011-09-09T21:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T21:07:03.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Right There!!</title><content type='html'>Every once and awhile, Mark will do something that makes me say, "Right there! That's why I married you!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love taking baths. They relax me, de-stress me and as I discovered a few years ago, relieve any pregnancy aches and pains. Mark does not understand my love of a good bath. He calls it stewing in your own juices. Tends to take away from the niceness of it but to each his own. Tonight I told him that I was planning to have a bath. I started running the water when I heard him coming upstairs. He went to the bedroom and got the portable Ipod player so I could have some decent music for my bath. Then he helped me get a (virgin) margarita made. Even though he doesn't like baths, he understand that I do, thereby increasing my enjoyment two-fold! Right there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-6147623206179364858?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/6147623206179364858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=6147623206179364858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6147623206179364858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6147623206179364858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/09/right-there.html' title='Right There!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-644159523731266962</id><published>2011-09-08T20:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:50:04.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>Guess it's time for my monthly update. So much for every week! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read somewhere that every pregnancy is different. I kinda agreed but thought, really, how can that be, I'm the same person. I'm the kind of person who looks around me and sees what other people are doing to gauge what is and isn't normal. I looked to my mom and my sister for what I though my labour and delivery would be (HUGE MISTAKE!!) and for other pregnancy symptoms. I am now a firm believer in that every pregnancy is different. This little one (I have affectionately nicknamed Little Critter) is already different from Abby. Pretty much from the get go. I knew I was pregnant long before I got a positive result. (My pants had become a slight snug so I was really hoping I was pregnant) I was also sore and tired. With Abby, I didn't gain a pound for quite a few months. It took awhile to get sick but once I did, it was pretty bad but only in the mornings. With this one, I am sick all the time. Except when I'm eating or asleep (I think). I'm already into my maternity clothes - though not all of it fits just yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this time, I will make it different. I'm going to (try) be more easy-going and less defensive about everything. Yeesh, I was looking back at some of my old posts when Abby was just born. Can you tell I was a little unsure and insecure about what I was doing? Every little bit of advise I took as a personal insult on how I was raising Abby. I figured that since I had never done this before, I must not know what I was doing and therefore I should listen to all of it. Even the stuff that contradicted the other stuff. I remember being so scared about Tummy Time and if I didn't do it, Abby would never learn independence and she'd join a gang at 15 and get pregnant and end up on jail! Yep, a few months ago I read that Tummy Time can be dangerous because the baby's neck muscles are strong enough and it's damaging and scary for the baby. Thanks. This time I'm not reading any books. Especially ones that make me feel inadequate. At least that's my goal. We'll see how that goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's it for now. I'm going to go and lay on the couch and maybe eat something bad for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-644159523731266962?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/644159523731266962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=644159523731266962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/644159523731266962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/644159523731266962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/09/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-8156428349922632172</id><published>2011-08-26T11:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T12:06:27.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice Anything Different?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvABIJRDlZc/Tlfe2Oaad2I/AAAAAAAABiA/CfRZl-bnpsE/s1600/DSCF5340.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvABIJRDlZc/Tlfe2Oaad2I/AAAAAAAABiA/CfRZl-bnpsE/s400/DSCF5340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645225681095391074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, I've gained some weight! But it's localized! And I should be able to lose most of it sometime near the end of April! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got back from the doctor and I am 7 weeks pregnant. I'm feeling pretty good. A bit nauseous but nothing that a little food can't take care of. And speaking of food....am I ever eating a lot of it! So far my only cravings are for grape pop and scallops. We went to Boston Pizza for lunch the other day and I had the scallop and prawn fettuccine. It was SOOO good. It's all I want to eat now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll keep you posted on upcoming developments. I'm scheduled for an ultrasound at the September so expect pictures. Yes, I am that mother who shoves pictures in your face. If you're not already...get used to it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-8156428349922632172?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/8156428349922632172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=8156428349922632172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/8156428349922632172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/8156428349922632172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/08/notice-anything-different.html' title='Notice Anything Different?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvABIJRDlZc/Tlfe2Oaad2I/AAAAAAAABiA/CfRZl-bnpsE/s72-c/DSCF5340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-386528559160986288</id><published>2011-08-07T19:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T20:06:40.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What We've Been Up To</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Look what my baby can do now!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-410b5998e58562d0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D410b5998e58562d0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329938115%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A3852A6BC3A5AFD910385119BE118F66323F228.7C168B7579009FF30A3EC72F15AA9A118D4CF563%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D410b5998e58562d0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-fFlOrvoCPqsqri-3yP08zHGgy8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D410b5998e58562d0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329938115%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A3852A6BC3A5AFD910385119BE118F66323F228.7C168B7579009FF30A3EC72F15AA9A118D4CF563%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D410b5998e58562d0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-fFlOrvoCPqsqri-3yP08zHGgy8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been really busy here lately. I apologize for the long pause in posts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a trip to Minot with my sister and her family and my parents. We had a really good time. We stayed a great hotel with a giant water park so the kids had a blast! So did the adults too. We did some shopping and did some sightseeing (what we could see that wasn't blocked off from all the dikes!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The my sister and her family stayed with us for a few days. It was great to see all the cousins playing together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to Regina for the football game (it was good even if they lost). Off to Moose Jaw and then to Swift Current for a Family Reunion, back to Moose Jaw (toured the Western Development Museum - rode around on the train) and finally, back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Fr1WyVYz5s/Tj9CMxXR11I/AAAAAAAABho/Sg8LwoYbbL4/s1600/IMG01003-20110804-0958.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Fr1WyVYz5s/Tj9CMxXR11I/AAAAAAAABho/Sg8LwoYbbL4/s400/IMG01003-20110804-0958.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638298045667989330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Mark's sister and her husband came for a visit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew. It's been a lot of fun and a great way to spend the summer. Last summer was as busy but we did all the driving! This way, everyone comes to us and we get to have just as much fun. Today, we took our guest for a drive around town to show where all the flooding was, and the lake. It was great because I had never seen these things either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday, all the girls at work when over to the one lawyer's house. His wife knows how to airbrush toe nails. It's really neat. So we all got our toes done. I picked ladybugs because I knew Abby would love them and I though they were pretty cute too. Well, when she saw them, she freaked! She chased me around the house yelling "LADYBUBS!!! LADYBUBS!!!!" And she tried to pick them off my toes. I ended up wearing socks that day. When I got home from work, she pointed to her toes and asked for ladybugs on her toes. Now, I didn't do as good a job but it satisfied Abby and she hasn't tried to steal my toes again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uUu34CxJP5I/Tj9Cg7RtFTI/AAAAAAAABhw/FHkCQ7uovdQ/s1600/IMG01004-20110804-2131.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uUu34CxJP5I/Tj9Cg7RtFTI/AAAAAAAABhw/FHkCQ7uovdQ/s400/IMG01004-20110804-2131.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638298391926347058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AkHth_fQf_g/Tj9Chafls0I/AAAAAAAABh4/icn-Ftu5UoM/s400/IMG01006-20110805-1746.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638298400306082626" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-386528559160986288?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=410b5998e58562d0&amp;type=video/mp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/386528559160986288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=386528559160986288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/386528559160986288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/386528559160986288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-weve-been-up-to.html' title='What We&apos;ve Been Up To'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Fr1WyVYz5s/Tj9CMxXR11I/AAAAAAAABho/Sg8LwoYbbL4/s72-c/IMG01003-20110804-0958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-6144659252375530221</id><published>2011-07-16T18:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T19:06:30.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love Summer.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. You don't have to wear shoes. Have to go get the paper in the morning? You just walk out there and grab it. Have to let the dog out at night? Just go. No spending ten minutes putting on extra clothes in order to walk three feet. Ahh, warm concrete on the toesies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Tanned legs. Nothing makes me happier to see that at least my legs still look good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Pretty flowers. Even Mother Nature loves Summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5jODMSzW-A/TiIzkJilUGI/AAAAAAAABhA/vntG1XfFHMk/s400/IMG00955-20110714-2048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630119180295819362" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CTVK_Z7avwk/TiIzjhnV0hI/AAAAAAAABg4/FJ-tln0XQII/s400/IMG00948-20110714-2047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630119169578357266" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. A good ol' fashioned playground. With a swing and a slide for some good ol' fashioned fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6M4mOMuuRDs/TiIzlQlSazI/AAAAAAAABhQ/KX4DdEtb45A/s1600/IMG00961-20110716-0926.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6M4mOMuuRDs/TiIzlQlSazI/AAAAAAAABhQ/KX4DdEtb45A/s400/IMG00961-20110716-0926.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630119199366081330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amqJDcl-yig/TiIzlHBbaAI/AAAAAAAABhI/JRUTWB4vwOc/s1600/IMG00960-20110716-0925.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amqJDcl-yig/TiIzlHBbaAI/AAAAAAAABhI/JRUTWB4vwOc/s400/IMG00960-20110716-0925.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630119196799756290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. Fires. The good kind. The contained kind. The kind that pops and crackles. And heats marshmallows to just the right temperature where they are crunchy and bubbled on the outside and gooey and sweet on the inside. Eat them as s'mores, eat them alone, it's all good!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Snuggling in a towel after a fun round of splashing in a pool. First you're too hot, then you're too cold then...ahhhh, just right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OrwBANiBO-Q/TiIzl4HgLkI/AAAAAAAABhY/3Sk2c0kn02A/s1600/IMG00963-20110716-1335.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OrwBANiBO-Q/TiIzl4HgLkI/AAAAAAAABhY/3Sk2c0kn02A/s400/IMG00963-20110716-1335.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630119209978572354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFEKy7sY5I4/TiI0NkKWIFI/AAAAAAAABhg/8_4c35dCzqM/s1600/IMG00968-20110716-1441.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFEKy7sY5I4/TiI0NkKWIFI/AAAAAAAABhg/8_4c35dCzqM/s400/IMG00968-20110716-1441.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630119891816554578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, life is pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. All pictures here were taken either last night (flowers) or today (park and pool) What a day. I'm exhausted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-6144659252375530221?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/6144659252375530221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=6144659252375530221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6144659252375530221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6144659252375530221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-i-love-summer.html' title='Why I Love Summer.....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5jODMSzW-A/TiIzkJilUGI/AAAAAAAABhA/vntG1XfFHMk/s72-c/IMG00955-20110714-2048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-2856307076675610368</id><published>2011-07-12T21:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T21:54:46.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 600th Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow, the 600th post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess I'll start on Thursday. It was Mark's birthday. We dropped off Abby at the sitter's early and took a drive to run some errands. It was getting close to lunch time so we decided to go the Black Grasshopper for lunch. I had never been in there before but Mark had once. It's more of a pub than a restaurant but they have good food too. They are famous for their wings on Wednesday nights. I told the waitress that it was Mark's birthday and asked if she could get him anything but unfortunately, they don't do anything for birthdays. Boo. But lunch was nice. After work, I took Mark and Abby to the Co-op. Yes, my great idea for birthday supper was taking Mark to the Co-op. Yeesh, I should have been on Corner Gas. But it didn't turn out so great.  (Would have made a great episode!) All the games/rides were too big for Abby, it was super hot out, we didn't spend enough money to qualify for an equity cheque and Mark started feeling ill. So we headed for home without even getting a hot dog (which you had to pay $3 for). I ended up heating up leftovers. I didn't even get him a cake because we were having company the next night and I was saving it for the joint birthday supper. So the only redeeming part of the day was the lunch..and that was Mark's idea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had a great visit with our company. Mark's sister and her husband along with their two kids came for a visit. We had good weather so the kids played outside quite a bit. Abby, of course, was obsessed with helping with the baby. And now, she plays with an imaginary baby. We did some garage sailing - saling? (I got an imitation Burberry bag for $3) and went to the Farmer's Market. I have lots of pictures but they are on Facebook for your viewing pleasure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So this week is kind of a recovery/gearing up week. Next week we are going to Minot. News has been mixed whether or not it is safe. The mayor and city police (and common sense) are all telling me that it is fine, that there have been no reports of vandalism or anything of the sort. But other people, hearsay and the scary little voice in the back of my mind have stressed that there are angry people lurking and those who have had their tires slashed are being refused service at the gas stations and cannot even turn to the police for help. Jeez, and I was just starting to get excited about it! Too bad we didn't keep our old Manitoba licence plate - we could have swapped them out once we crossed the border. But we aren't planning on going for another week, so maybe things will have settled by then and they'll realize just how much they miss our money. But to be safe, if I haven't posted in a few weeks, please organize a small militia to come rescue us. Avoid the authorities at all costs - trust no one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And now for something completely different.... This is Abby showing off Baby Katie.....She's imaginary so don't squint too hard, you'll just end up with a headache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fx4TBPQgsiA/Th0QKivb_4I/AAAAAAAABgw/0M5P9CiJ1K8/s400/IMG00944-20110712-0833.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628672882593496962" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I bought an awesome cake for the joint birthday party and Mark got a tub of Coffee Crisp ice cream. He does have a gift coming but I ordered it on the same day as his birthday so it might take awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-2856307076675610368?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/2856307076675610368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=2856307076675610368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/2856307076675610368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/2856307076675610368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-600th-post.html' title='Happy 600th Post!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fx4TBPQgsiA/Th0QKivb_4I/AAAAAAAABgw/0M5P9CiJ1K8/s72-c/IMG00944-20110712-0833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-4424642723247331063</id><published>2011-07-03T13:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T14:08:47.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>Introducing the newest addition to our backyard. This little guy, along with his smaller, whiter friend decided to bloom a couple days ago. He's cute!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u1eHte2GScM/ThDKNXF2sLI/AAAAAAAABgo/2ijAES8aVX8/s1600/IMG00864-20110701-1332.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u1eHte2GScM/ThDKNXF2sLI/AAAAAAAABgo/2ijAES8aVX8/s400/IMG00864-20110701-1332.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625218265471430834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a hot and long weekend! But a good one! Mark's parents came Friday morning and we drove down to the park for the Canada Day celebration. There were free hotdogs, cotton candy and popcorn. We stayed for a little while then went home. Abby tried to nap but it was too exciting to sleep. So we went and played in the back yard. We skipped the fireworks. Maybe next year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HnREIr0cjD8/ThDKMz0xozI/AAAAAAAABgg/P7iWHG2QiC0/s1600/IMG00867-20110701-1502.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HnREIr0cjD8/ThDKMz0xozI/AAAAAAAABgg/P7iWHG2QiC0/s400/IMG00867-20110701-1502.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625218256004555570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rfrarB0Pq_c/ThDKLuVYjbI/AAAAAAAABgQ/-RQRz4gCyRo/s1600/IMG00870-20110701-1532.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rfrarB0Pq_c/ThDKLuVYjbI/AAAAAAAABgQ/-RQRz4gCyRo/s400/IMG00870-20110701-1532.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625218237350841778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of fun visiting with Mark's parents. We took a drive to see the water, and we checked out the museum - kind of. We were just there to see what things they had to offer, like tours of the dam and whatnot. This morning, I played in church so we all went. It is so hot today that I think it will be a sprinkler afternoon. Mark's parents left right after lunch and Abby is now enjoying a good nap! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mark's mom was trying to explain to Abby that she is Mark's mom. "I'm your daddy's mommy," she said. Abby looked at her, grinned and said, "Nooooooo, Mama!!" and laughed. We tried to explain it several times but she thought it was just a funny joke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-4424642723247331063?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/4424642723247331063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=4424642723247331063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/4424642723247331063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/4424642723247331063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/07/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u1eHte2GScM/ThDKNXF2sLI/AAAAAAAABgo/2ijAES8aVX8/s72-c/IMG00864-20110701-1332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-8073586813213347421</id><published>2011-06-25T19:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:08:44.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramblings</title><content type='html'>1. One of the new girls at work was on the phone the other day. She share an office so it's really easy to hear. She left a message on their answering machine and after she hung up, she took a deep breath and said, "I HATE talking on the phone!" Well, so do I, especially for work. I always get so flustered and end up sounding like like some ditzy little girl who has doesn't know what she's doing. So we talked for a few minutes about our shared hatred/fear of talking on the phone when I said the one thing that helps me is writing everything down and just reading it off like a script. That's when she held up her piece of paper with everything she said written down. I laughed so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I didn't work yesterday. The babysitter took some time off to go to her sister's wedding. It was such a nice day so when Abby went down for her nap, I went outside. I thought about going in and watching Mad Men on Netflix. Mark doesn't like that show so the only time I watch it is when he's busy or away. And Abby really doesn't like it so I can't watch it while she's awake. But then I decided that since it was finally a nice day, I should enjoy it and I can watch Mad Men in the winter (or when it's raining). I ended up falling asleep in the hammock. Best afternoon ever. Abby slept over two hours. I slept about half an hour. When I woke up, a baby rabbit hopped past me. Dee Dee didn't even notice. There was another creature out there too. I'm not sure what it was it sounded like a cross between a parrot/cat/baby/noisemaker. It was a strange sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We had our first fire in the firepit last night. We even had s'mores. They were delicious. It was a bit difficult getting the fire started (it was the first one) but my Girl Guide memories shone through and pretty soon we had a roaring fire. Now my throat hurts. I'm still not 100% over my cold. Longest. Cold. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Potty Update:&lt;br /&gt;Abby has finally agreed to wear panties. She would pee on the potty no problem but insisted on wearing her "bums." But I got Dora panties (with butterflies) and after a couple days of trying, she wore them today. She even pooped on the potty today! We tried earlier in the morning but it was a no go! But after supper, she said she had to go and finally...poop in the potty! I think we can get rid of the diapers now. I'm going to find some Good Nite/Pull ups for nighttime but for the day I think we're there. However, she insists on taking off all her clothes when she pees. Even her socks. Then she runs around naked while I chase her with her panties. Good thing I can close all the blinds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My sister and her family are moving closer!! I'm so excited. And their moving date is the same date that we moved a year ago! They will be the same distance away from my parents as we are. Now we can meet in the middle! And we have an excuse to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Here are some pictures of the recent &lt;a href="http://www.leaderpost.com/news/photos/index.html"&gt;flooding&lt;/a&gt;. The last couple days have had no rain and some hot temperatures. That should help some. &lt;a href="http://www.christianpost.com/news/historic-minot-flood-claims-thousands-of-homes-businesses-photos-51549/"&gt;Minot &lt;/a&gt;was hit really hard too. Some 12,000 people were evacuated. I guess the people are pretty upset and some are taking it out on Canadians. Someone in town here said that if you have a Sask licence plate and you are in Minot, be prepared for car to get keyed. Some people just need someone to blame I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I was walking past a window today when I saw a blue sky. It was cloudy all day (no rain) so I was surprised to see blue. You know it's bad when you see a blue sky and just assume it's a storm cloud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-8073586813213347421?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/8073586813213347421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=8073586813213347421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/8073586813213347421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/8073586813213347421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-ramblings.html' title='Random Ramblings'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-7380083194867095104</id><published>2011-06-23T11:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T11:18:53.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In A Hurry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm in a hurry to get things done&lt;br /&gt;(oh,) i rush &amp;amp; rush until life's no fun&lt;br /&gt;All i really gotta do is live &amp;amp; die&lt;br /&gt;But, i'm in a hurry &amp;amp; don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Can't be late&lt;br /&gt;I leave in plenty of time&lt;br /&gt;Shakin' hands with the clock&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a roll &amp;amp; i'm ready to rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Abby is such a Little Mommy. She always makes sure her babies are okay, if they have an owie, she kisses  it better, she puts them to nap, she feeds them. Lately, when we get in the car, she puts her baby in the seat beside her's and does up the seatbelt. This ritual takes quite awhile and I find myself losing patience more often than not. The thing is, I know she's going to do this and I make sure we leave in plenty of time for her to do all of this. I'm always early and there really is no need to rush but every five seconds, I'm telling her to get in her chair. I have never had a reason to rush her out the door but every time we leave, and she doesn't get her shoes on right away, I feel that tension building. Then when she takes the long way to the car, and then stops and giggles at me. Then when she doesn't want to get in, has to put her baby in and do the seatbelt up, then she s l o w l y climbs into her chair, finally sits down and needs to help put her seatbelt on. By the end, I'm so worked up! And yet, when I look at the clock, we're still early. Today, when we leave, I'm going to make a conscious effort not to get so concerned about her taking her sweet time. She's 2 and a half! She's going to dawdle. We won't be late. She's not doing this to be bad. She's not doing this to make me mad. And she's so cute making sure baby is buckled up. Deep breath. It's okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Flood update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On Tuesday, the dam was letting out 770 cubic meters of water a second. Yesterday, that was lowered to 700 cms. It didn't rain at all yesterday and doesn't look like rain today (It's beautiful out, Abby and I already went for a walk but there were too many mosquitos so we came back - there weren't any mosquitos but Abby heard buzzing so that was enough) Things should be drying soon. I've heard that Roche Percee isn't going to be rebuilt. Time will tell. We're still dry, no water at all, not even a bit in the basement. The sump pump has earned an award for all the work it's done. I feel like making up a ribbon and putting it on the floor where the hole is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-7380083194867095104?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/7380083194867095104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=7380083194867095104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7380083194867095104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7380083194867095104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-in-hurry.html' title='I&apos;m In A Hurry'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-3736278396662457781</id><published>2011-06-20T19:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T19:54:35.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Difference A year Makes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last year at this time, in Flin Flon, the church gathered everyone together to pray for rain to help in the fight against the forest fires. I just got a message on Facebook today that the church here is gathering for prayer because of the rains causing all the flooding! Just go on YouTube and search Rafferty Dam 2011. Some time ago, there were concerns of flooding because the dam was letting out water at a rate of 200 cubic meters a second. This morning they announced that they are letting out 600 cms. The videos only show it when it was at 400 cms but you get the idea.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was not a total washout (pun intended). On Friday, we left for Regina right after work. Abby was excited to see her grandparents but she kept saying "Mama, Papa? I shy." But she wasn't. She pretended to be shy but you could see that little smile sneaking through. Mark and I went to X-Men at the theatre. It was good. I really like the X-Men stories. I remember watching the cartoon show so I'd like to think I have some history with the show. We went to the late show so we didn't get back until 12:30. It felt great staying out so late. Felt like a kid again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday wasn't such a nice day. Abby stayed home with Grandpa and played while Mark and I attempted to go shopping. The problem was, we didn't have anything we really wanted. So we drove around a bit, bought something small at Princess Auto and went back for lunch. Then we went went to The Green Lantern. Then it was time to play outside. My dad BBQed and Abby jumped around on the stepping stones. It was great until is started to rain. But it stopped enough for some yummy BBQ. And best of all, right before Abby went for her bath, she said she had to pee. So I put her on the potty expecting nothing when I hear the sweetest sound ever...SHE PEED IN THE POTTY!!! Whoo-hoo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8jZpSPANDpY/Tf_zr10UEpI/AAAAAAAABgI/b-RrwMjtaao/s1600/IMG00838-20110618-1704.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8jZpSPANDpY/Tf_zr10UEpI/AAAAAAAABgI/b-RrwMjtaao/s400/IMG00838-20110618-1704.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620478794488091282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday morning, we decide to go back home. There were reports of highways being closed but some said they were open and some said closed so we decided to take our chances. Well, sure enough, Highway 39 was closed and we had to detour around. But since we had nowhere to be, it was fine. Then, about 25 minutes out of Weyburn, Abby said she had to pee. She was still wearing a diaper so we told her she could pee in that. But no way, she had to pee. So we pulled over on a side road to let her pee. Ever try to help a 2.5 year old pee on the side of the road? She wouldn't let me take her pants all the way off so when she did eventually pee, it ran right down her leg, into her pants and into her shoes. Good thing we had extra clothes. Then she was as right as rain. Which started falling. Another detour in Weyburn (man, that place has changed) and we were home free. If you look really closely, you can see the train tracks. They are peeking out over the water. Barely. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RXobq72Hm-Y/Tf_zrf7gCaI/AAAAAAAABgA/xxoPqedQMFo/s1600/IMG00839-20110619-1127.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RXobq72Hm-Y/Tf_zrf7gCaI/AAAAAAAABgA/xxoPqedQMFo/s400/IMG00839-20110619-1127.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620478788612655522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got home in time for lunch and for Abby to have an excellent nap. Excellent meaning that Mark and I took turns in the swing and enjoyed the backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPJz3rorukw/Tf_zq0H0RpI/AAAAAAAABf4/O2eyLtmlwcs/s1600/IMG00840-20110619-1324.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPJz3rorukw/Tf_zq0H0RpI/AAAAAAAABf4/O2eyLtmlwcs/s400/IMG00840-20110619-1324.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620478776853153426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-btgzlaeO2dE/Tf_zqXfVt7I/AAAAAAAABfw/BUsx1ECcYsc/s1600/IMG00841-20110619-1327.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-btgzlaeO2dE/Tf_zqXfVt7I/AAAAAAAABfw/BUsx1ECcYsc/s400/IMG00841-20110619-1327.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620478769167185842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was back to normal. Still more rain prompting more fears and evacuations. Abby continued to pee in the potty (except at the babysitter's house) and she pooped in her diaper (baby steps, every victory is a victory). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qeVU57cOfAc/Tf_zpi9Co-I/AAAAAAAABfo/j_h5ts_DCBI/s1600/IMG00843-20110620-1702.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qeVU57cOfAc/Tf_zpi9Co-I/AAAAAAAABfo/j_h5ts_DCBI/s400/IMG00843-20110620-1702.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620478755064685538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going to get groceries tonight but since I'm made of sugar, I decided to stay inside. I have a craving for the Peanut Butter Chocolate squares so I might make up a batch. Or get lazy and read in my chair. Who knows?&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/30599862-3736278396662457781?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/3736278396662457781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=3736278396662457781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/3736278396662457781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/3736278396662457781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-difference-year-makes.html' title='What a Difference A year Makes'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8jZpSPANDpY/Tf_zr10UEpI/AAAAAAAABgI/b-RrwMjtaao/s72-c/IMG00838-20110618-1704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-6212413148867994055</id><published>2011-06-13T19:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T07:55:25.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Fail</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. I was sick all weekend and I took the day off today. I kept Abby home too because she was a bit sick too. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mark finished the chairs and tonight, we put them outside. They look awesome and are so comfy. I spend all evening outside. I'd just need to bring a box of Kleenex and some Tylenol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ll2MU8Xk9Y8/Tfdn2D9-j2I/AAAAAAAABfg/Me7lWtajjmM/s1600/IMG00825-20110613-1759.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ll2MU8Xk9Y8/Tfdn2D9-j2I/AAAAAAAABfg/Me7lWtajjmM/s400/IMG00825-20110613-1759.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618073238643838818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fire-pit went in on Saturday. It's going to be nice once we get it going. Mark put a grill on top so we can cook hamburgers, and even steaks on there. I bought some marshmallows and chocolate covered (on the one side) graham crackers. I can't wait. Well, yeah I can...until when I feel better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Qejp8XsWlc/Tfdn1vl7_HI/AAAAAAAABfY/nshdBQE3of0/s1600/IMG00828-20110613-1814.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Qejp8XsWlc/Tfdn1vl7_HI/AAAAAAAABfY/nshdBQE3of0/s400/IMG00828-20110613-1814.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618073233174297714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g3zbPK1jNMo/Tfdn0-rJ9CI/AAAAAAAABfQ/lDBj4UfJ8SY/s1600/IMG00826-20110613-1803.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g3zbPK1jNMo/Tfdn0-rJ9CI/AAAAAAAABfQ/lDBj4UfJ8SY/s400/IMG00826-20110613-1803.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618073220042847266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-6212413148867994055?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/6212413148867994055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=6212413148867994055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6212413148867994055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6212413148867994055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/06/weekend-fail.html' title='Weekend Fail'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ll2MU8Xk9Y8/Tfdn2D9-j2I/AAAAAAAABfg/Me7lWtajjmM/s72-c/IMG00825-20110613-1759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-6993825033960728747</id><published>2011-06-10T20:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T20:14:15.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Antics</title><content type='html'>Everyone has been asking me if I have any plans for the weekend. It's a common question asked by strangers who don't care but just want to start a conversation. I don't mind the question, really. It shows that you are at least friendly enough to ask. It's just, I never have a good answer. I usually laugh and say, "No, no big plans. Just planning on a nice relaxed weekend." They laugh and agree that a relaxing weekend sounds like a great idea. The truth is, I think I'm boring. Even in high school when on Friday night, all I was looking forward to was a deep bubble bath and a good book. (I guess my parents are happy about that one) Even now, the idea of a bath is way more appealing than going to a bar, or club (HA!) I do enjoy going out with friends. I had a great time at the BBQ with my friends, talking and laughing, and I want to do it again. Every once and awhile, on a Friday after work, Mark will go with some of the other teachers to the bar and have some wings and a couple drinks. Last time he texted me to get a sitter and come down and join him. Part of me really wanted to go. Leave Abby with someone and spend time with my husband and some friends doing nothing more than talking about stuff that doesn't matter and eating food that isn't good for you. But then reality hit and I realized that I would have call the sitter (on mega-short notice, pack up Abby, drive to pick up the sitter, drive home, put Abby to bed, drive to the bar, spend 10 mins with all of them before they decide they're going home, drive home (in two cars), driver the babysitter home (and pay her). Did I mention it was raining? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight's plans are - get a hair cut (check), update my blog (check), read a book and go to bed early.  I am getting a cold (my throat hurts really bad right now and it's swelling up) so I made tea and added a lot of honey and a shot of whiskey. I am living it up a little bit. It tasted sooo good. My throat feels much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of these weekends, we're going to drive to Regina and go to a movie. &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/30599862-6993825033960728747?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/6993825033960728747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=6993825033960728747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6993825033960728747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6993825033960728747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/06/friday-night-antics.html' title='Friday Night Antics'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-7016213519037564464</id><published>2011-06-09T19:01:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T19:23:34.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Revealed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;#4. Lily of the Valley - Beautiful flower, very hardy and resilient. Grows best in the shade. Flower and leaves are poisonous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is a symbol of humility in religious paintings. Lily of the valley is considered the sign of Christ's second coming. The power of men to envision a better world was also attributed to the lily of the valley. National flower of Finland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 19px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;#5. Blue Cornflower - National flower of Estonia. Edible flower can be added to salad. One of the ingredients in tea especially the Lady Grey blend of Twinings. Favourite flower of JFK and worn by JFK Jr at his wedding in tribute to his late father. Used in the funeral wreath made for King Tut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zajkRfeqOUs/TfFvOC_rFzI/AAAAAAAABeQ/97zRt3Pssio/s1600/IMG00811-20110609-1857.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zajkRfeqOUs/TfFvOC_rFzI/AAAAAAAABeQ/97zRt3Pssio/s400/IMG00811-20110609-1857.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616392497420506930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The flowers are really starting to bloom. There's only a few more to open. It already looks great out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjsGiyFMOFs/TfFvNo8YojI/AAAAAAAABeI/Bxk_VtNwQUY/s1600/IMG00812-20110609-1858.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjsGiyFMOFs/TfFvNo8YojI/AAAAAAAABeI/Bxk_VtNwQUY/s400/IMG00812-20110609-1858.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616392490427392562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is one from the front yard. It just opened today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pVClPnmcTsQ/TfFv6gKRlTI/AAAAAAAABeY/mKqtsAu5vqw/s1600/IMG00813-20110609-1912.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pVClPnmcTsQ/TfFv6gKRlTI/AAAAAAAABeY/mKqtsAu5vqw/s400/IMG00813-20110609-1912.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616393261163844914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to take credit for these flowers, I really would, but in truth, I have done absolutely nothing to get them the way they are. I didn't choose them, plant them, heck, I didn't even water them! I guess that's why I like them so much. It's like Christmas...waiting to see what comes next, what it will look like, is it even a flower or just some weed I let grow?&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/30599862-7016213519037564464?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/7016213519037564464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=7016213519037564464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7016213519037564464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7016213519037564464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/06/revealed.html' title='Revealed'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zajkRfeqOUs/TfFvOC_rFzI/AAAAAAAABeQ/97zRt3Pssio/s72-c/IMG00811-20110609-1857.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-6376175725096844617</id><published>2011-06-06T08:23:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T08:49:41.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>As promised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d-HPgAcjGgw/TezjoUgAz2I/AAAAAAAABeA/KJsBRKStZOc/s1600/IMG00797-20110605-1059.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d-HPgAcjGgw/TezjoUgAz2I/AAAAAAAABeA/KJsBRKStZOc/s400/IMG00797-20110605-1059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615113117261418338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t0h5gnGb81U/TezjnlTBqQI/AAAAAAAABd4/bgiN9kUga0g/s1600/IMG00798-20110605-1103.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t0h5gnGb81U/TezjnlTBqQI/AAAAAAAABd4/bgiN9kUga0g/s400/IMG00798-20110605-1103.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615113104590481666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my view from my lawn chair. Just working on my tan!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UGur2Q_iYuA/TezjnICoI_I/AAAAAAAABdw/dA6WM8PspZI/s1600/IMG00801-20110605-1116.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UGur2Q_iYuA/TezjnICoI_I/AAAAAAAABdw/dA6WM8PspZI/s400/IMG00801-20110605-1116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615113096737072114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby is afraid of mosquitoes. Any time she hears a buzzing, she puts her hands over her ears and runs away. And she can spot them a mile away. It's actually quite amazing! There was a mosquitoes buzzing around her and Mark caught it. Abby just looked at him and said, "Tito done?" Our trip through the sprinklers was cut short because a bee came by and Abby started yelling, "Tito, tito!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abby has had awesome naps this weekend. By the time we finished the BBQ, it was late in the afternoon and Abby was doing well, so we decided to skip the nap. After everyone left, Abby and went downstairs to watch some Dora. I started getting really tired and I snuggled up to Abby. When I woke up, she was fast asleep on my arm and Dora was long over. She slept for about an hour before she finally started moving around. By then, it was almost 5 o'clock! Yesterdays nap last nearly two hours before we woke her up. Playing outside is hard work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5b7fd5d027d89a92" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5b7fd5d027d89a92%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329938115%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48F2419AD12B5B50504A6F1A1D38E2381E3B02CF.FFA09345FF4D8FFD72E4903FD010758B94CABF5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5b7fd5d027d89a92%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUnrHua0C9mkoa567pwzex80m9dE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5b7fd5d027d89a92%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329938115%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48F2419AD12B5B50504A6F1A1D38E2381E3B02CF.FFA09345FF4D8FFD72E4903FD010758B94CABF5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5b7fd5d027d89a92%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUnrHua0C9mkoa567pwzex80m9dE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-6376175725096844617?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5b7fd5d027d89a92&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d283878c8d56b480&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/6376175725096844617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=6376175725096844617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6376175725096844617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6376175725096844617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d-HPgAcjGgw/TezjoUgAz2I/AAAAAAAABeA/KJsBRKStZOc/s72-c/IMG00797-20110605-1059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-5086438847601703675</id><published>2011-06-05T10:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T12:55:07.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Mom!</title><content type='html'>The flowers have come out! They are so pretty, but because I didn't choose them, or plant them or know anything about flowers, I have no idea what flowers these are. Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The tree by the back fence just exploded in colour. I wasn't expecting it but I love it! I'm pretty sure it's a cherry crabapple tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Si0olZ0XLE/Teut6BEWvrI/AAAAAAAABdo/y-Yeko8do0c/s1600/IMG00790-20110604-1350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Si0olZ0XLE/Teut6BEWvrI/AAAAAAAABdo/y-Yeko8do0c/s400/IMG00790-20110604-1350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614772572678176434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. This is a close-up of the flowers on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C0se-hMcz9k/Teut5rEn5ZI/AAAAAAAABdg/mCrifG0td_E/s1600/IMG00791-20110604-1351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C0se-hMcz9k/Teut5rEn5ZI/AAAAAAAABdg/mCrifG0td_E/s400/IMG00791-20110604-1351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614772566773720466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. These yellow once were a nice surprise too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7Ld2pVtoAE/Teut5QNUseI/AAAAAAAABdY/XaG6zHrvfP8/s1600/IMG00792-20110604-1351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7Ld2pVtoAE/Teut5QNUseI/AAAAAAAABdY/XaG6zHrvfP8/s400/IMG00792-20110604-1351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614772559562453474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. There are lots of these. They are so delicate looking yet. I have to make sure Abby and Dee Dee stay away from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk4vgFWGmfw/Teut4nxubUI/AAAAAAAABdQ/YqJcZsQnOWs/s1600/IMG00788-20110604-1349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk4vgFWGmfw/Teut4nxubUI/AAAAAAAABdQ/YqJcZsQnOWs/s400/IMG00788-20110604-1349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614772548709281090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. These haven't opened up yet so I don't know what they look like. There's a lot of them and I hope they open soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7-DU61iDmpk/Teut4APc5tI/AAAAAAAABdI/VQekfyi7z8Q/s1600/IMG00793-20110604-1352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7-DU61iDmpk/Teut4APc5tI/AAAAAAAABdI/VQekfyi7z8Q/s400/IMG00793-20110604-1352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614772538096543442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a BBQ yesterday. My best friend came and played with Abby. We also invited one of the new girls' at work and her husband. They moved here about a month after we did. It was a beautiful day so we ate outside. It's great to get together with old friends and make some new ones too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tdUxB-pQbOU/Teusm3BdqAI/AAAAAAAABcg/fjRTpyapvmo/s1600/IMG00795-20110604-1423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tdUxB-pQbOU/Teusm3BdqAI/AAAAAAAABcg/fjRTpyapvmo/s400/IMG00795-20110604-1423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614771144052549634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abby in her new dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8wOq3z0uaEI/TeusmZlIaiI/AAAAAAAABcY/A-QsjSUVIko/s1600/IMG00796-20110605-0909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8wOq3z0uaEI/TeusmZlIaiI/AAAAAAAABcY/A-QsjSUVIko/s400/IMG00796-20110605-0909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614771136149088802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was even nicer of a day so we played outside. Mark just finished putting the first coat of stain on the Adirondack/Muskoka chairs. So we took a walk and then decided to run through the sprinkler. Oh, so much fun. Abby loved it! I promise I will put up some pictures of that, and maybe a video too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-5086438847601703675?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/5086438847601703675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=5086438847601703675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/5086438847601703675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/5086438847601703675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/06/help-mom.html' title='Help Mom!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Si0olZ0XLE/Teut6BEWvrI/AAAAAAAABdo/y-Yeko8do0c/s72-c/IMG00790-20110604-1350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-1749918850488173848</id><published>2011-06-02T19:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T19:55:35.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Improvements</title><content type='html'>It feels like a long time since I have posted. Although not much has happened! We had to stay inside because of the rain. Dee Dee had a tick behind her ear. And today when I was vacuuming - I sucked up a dead flatted tick. Gross. I have heard so many theories on how to remove a tick after it has buried its head in your flesh. Liquid soap on a cotton ball, Vaseline and pulling, lighting a match, blowing it out and touching the tick, and my personal favourite - the one I was told my life -  twisting it counterclockwise. Turns out you are just supposed to grasp it with tweezers and gently pull. So there's one Old Wives' Tale down.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was talking to my mom the other night about how tired I've been feeling lately. She told me that if you run your wedding band (has to be gold) across your forehead, and it leaves a black mark, it means that your iron levels are low. I thought it was kinda silly sounding but interesting so I thought I'd give it a try. My face looked like a Saskatchewan grid road map! I made Mark try and... nothing! I don't get it, we eat the same stuff! Ack! Well, now he gets to eat spinach and steaks. He's happy about one and not so much for the other! Plus, I've started taking my vitamins again. Here's hoping it works. I feel like such a lazy sack like this! So there's one for Old Wives' Tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently rocking out to Classic Moxy Fruvous. I'm going to be singing King of Spain all night. Poor Mark.&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/30599862-1749918850488173848?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/1749918850488173848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=1749918850488173848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/1749918850488173848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/1749918850488173848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/06/improvements.html' title='Improvements'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-7652254833019217211</id><published>2011-05-27T18:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T18:34:04.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Riddance</title><content type='html'>Another week is over and I am so happy it is!! This has not been a very good week. I have been so tired - my tiredness has returned and has not let up one bit. The only time I don't feel like I could fall asleep is around 2 in the morning. And even then I wish I was sleeping. Last night, it was raining and while I usually enjoy the sound of rain hitting the window, I'm not so thrilled when it is 4 am and I'm listening to the rain. And the birds!! For crying out loud!! Rain pouring all around and dark as night (duh, it's the middle of the night) and the stupid things just wouldn't shut up! Funny thing is, at work, I actually felt better than I had all week. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mark has had a difficult week too. On Wednesday, the teachers walked around town amid honks of support and middle fingers of no-so-much-support. They ended up at the MLA's office but she wasn't there. I guess they just left a message. Yesterday, he and some other teachers drove to Regina for a rally at the Legislature. The Premier hid in his office. Mark was encouraged by the strong sense of community among the teachers. That's so good to hear. At least they are supportive. There are many people around who are supportive too but it's tough to hear the not so supportive comments being hurled around. At work today, a couple people started talking about it. Not in any aggressive way, but still discussing it and wondering if teachers should be an essential service or not. It took everything in me to stay in my office and not go over there and tell them that teachers aren't an essential service and cannot be legislated back to work simply because teachers are not in a union but rather a professional federation and thereby not governed by regular union and other labour standards. Two of my co-workers have kids graduating this year. I can only imagine their frustration and I really sympathize with this uncertainty. However, if you are upset, and you have every right to be, then go phone up your MLA or the Premier and tell them about it. If it was my child whose graduation was being threatened, I'd be calling up Mr. Wall and demanding that he get his bum in gear and get to work. The other thing that bugged me was one of the ladies was saying how the teachers shouldn't compare themselves to nurses and demand to get a contract like that. Well, they aren't. There's a big difference between 38% and 16% (over three years). Big. If teachers were comparing themselves to nurses, we'd be here forever! And I'm tired of it now! Ugg, rant over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abby had a good week. We went for a walk everyday except today - I had a doctor's appointment this morning so I took her to the sitter's early. And even then, we walked to the sitter's house. My doctor was good. Nice, listened and all that. I was warned that she had lost interest in her patients and didn't care but she seemed alright to me. But then, I didn't have anything major for her to think about. I was out of there quickly and didn't wait too long - not like the guy who waited three hours at a different clinic (Gasp!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking today that I might be one of those annoying mothers who does nothing but show pictures of her children to anybody and everybody whether they want to see them or not. Then I realized, I don't care. Abby is too cute and I like showing her off. Let the bragging resume!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abby loves going down the slides. She can pretty much go down all of them (except this one) by herself. It's still just a little too fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B1CFmfTpAxI/TeBA2CmwsyI/AAAAAAAABbM/B9i-rl0Jjl8/s1600/IMG00775-20110523-1650.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B1CFmfTpAxI/TeBA2CmwsyI/AAAAAAAABbM/B9i-rl0Jjl8/s400/IMG00775-20110523-1650.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611556432860197666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also likes the swings. This one was close enough to the ground that she could get in it herself. Mark tried to show her how to pump her legs but she hasn't mastered it just yet!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NPq9u6sMHH8/TeBA1XeNkLI/AAAAAAAABa8/G61uVggI8qQ/s400/IMG00773-20110523-1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611556421281616050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the Adirondack/Muskoka chairs that Mark built. He just has to fill in the screw holes and stain them. Them everyone can some over and have a sit (two at a time). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lTs5CoxjnlE/TeBA12czPBI/AAAAAAAABbE/YP30sd1HE7I/s1600/IMG00774-20110523-1335.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lTs5CoxjnlE/TeBA12czPBI/AAAAAAAABbE/YP30sd1HE7I/s400/IMG00774-20110523-1335.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611556429597195282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/30599862-7652254833019217211?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/7652254833019217211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=7652254833019217211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7652254833019217211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7652254833019217211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-riddance.html' title='Good Riddance'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B1CFmfTpAxI/TeBA2CmwsyI/AAAAAAAABbM/B9i-rl0Jjl8/s72-c/IMG00775-20110523-1650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-8978160527128992127</id><published>2011-05-23T11:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T11:26:52.757-06:00</updated><title type='text'>As Promised</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In between rains, we have been spending a lot of time outside. Generally as soon as Abby is finished her breakfast, she asks to go outside for a walk. So here are the pictures from the other day when we went to the playground. (The picture she is holding is Flat Annika.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-117477af4fbec665" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D117477af4fbec665%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329938115%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6725C6143D9CDE83E2D8D2A915FDE481445F4429.66605F81E90CB65A6614455DDCAEA96754252FD9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D117477af4fbec665%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX4zxvQyzK4kVbLC7pBrp3VwNzRQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D117477af4fbec665%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329938115%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6725C6143D9CDE83E2D8D2A915FDE481445F4429.66605F81E90CB65A6614455DDCAEA96754252FD9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D117477af4fbec665%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX4zxvQyzK4kVbLC7pBrp3VwNzRQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ohP8uKV6il4/TdqXvfkqLZI/AAAAAAAABak/sR9c2_ZHP20/s400/IMG00755-20110518-0948.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609963128028278162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdiEyqXTiyM/TdqWlKDFivI/AAAAAAAABaU/-5Fa0BpPgu4/s1600/IMG00760-20110518-1002.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdiEyqXTiyM/TdqWlKDFivI/AAAAAAAABaU/-5Fa0BpPgu4/s400/IMG00760-20110518-1002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609961850940001010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is today...after a weekend of rain. But the school playground was dry (relatively) so we played there instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9WPmwFewBqY/TdqWkt76BkI/AAAAAAAABaM/nYprI3U3604/s1600/IMG00770-20110523-0936.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9WPmwFewBqY/TdqWkt76BkI/AAAAAAAABaM/nYprI3U3604/s400/IMG00770-20110523-0936.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609961843393693250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vNO0FNknP2o/TdqWkTF0dMI/AAAAAAAABaE/eV7-eFC2XlE/s1600/IMG00773-20110523-1024.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vNO0FNknP2o/TdqWkTF0dMI/AAAAAAAABaE/eV7-eFC2XlE/s400/IMG00773-20110523-1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609961836187514050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our flowers are really coming in in the backyard. It's starting to resemble a jungle. But a pretty jungle. Here are the best so far. Once the rest start blooming, I'll have more pictures. This is great. I love perennials. All of the colour, none of the planting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mtKNwA-q6EA/TdqXwNsC_DI/AAAAAAAABa0/gX4q8TWxy4M/s1600/IMG00761-20110518-1650.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: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mtKNwA-q6EA/TdqXwNsC_DI/AAAAAAAABa0/gX4q8TWxy4M/s400/IMG00761-20110518-1650.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609963140407295026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know what this flower is. But it's very pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-seILqOU0UAw/TdqXvoCGHLI/AAAAAAAABas/5kImEK1wp-Q/s1600/IMG00767-20110522-1959.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-seILqOU0UAw/TdqXvoCGHLI/AAAAAAAABas/5kImEK1wp-Q/s400/IMG00767-20110522-1959.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609963130299227314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/30599862-8978160527128992127?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=117477af4fbec665&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/8978160527128992127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=8978160527128992127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/8978160527128992127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/8978160527128992127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-promised.html' title='As Promised'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ohP8uKV6il4/TdqXvfkqLZI/AAAAAAAABak/sR9c2_ZHP20/s72-c/IMG00755-20110518-0948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-6182282598815540526</id><published>2011-05-20T21:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T23:46:32.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, it's finally here, the May Long Weekend. I am glad to see it. Even though it's supposed to rain for the whole weekend. I am finally feeling better after a weird couple of days with a cold. I felt so tired all day. I actually had a nap after Toddler Time on Tuesday. But I guess it was because I was fighting a cold. I must have won because the old never got too bad but in the process of fighting it, I ended up going to bed at 9:00pm on more than one occasion. But I'm all better now and looking forward to a good weekend. My parents are coming for a visit tomorrow so I'll have to do a quick clean up in the morning. It will be nice to see them again. It's been awhile and plans to visit have fallen through a few times. I really hope the rain doesn't ruin anything. Abby's favourite thing to do now is to go for walks. When we got home this morning from doing errands, all she would say was, "No home. Walk!" So we went for a quick walk around the block. Good thing too because a couple hours later and it was raining. On Wednesday we walked to the playground and played on the swings and the big slide. I have pictures and a short video but it will have to wait. Mark and I are going to go and watch our Thursday shows. It was the Season Finale of The Mentalist and apparently, Jane meets Red John. Cue suspenseful music.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-6182282598815540526?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/6182282598815540526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=6182282598815540526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6182282598815540526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6182282598815540526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/05/long-weekend.html' title='The Long Weekend'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-2687008491946156845</id><published>2011-05-08T13:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T13:29:03.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I think yesterday was my Mother's Day. We had a great day minus one event. But I'll get to that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started great. There were blue skies and it was so warm out. We were all playing in the backyard when Mark suggested we go for a walk. So we walked over to a park but it was too wet to play in. But the walk was nice and Abby splashed in all the puddles along the way. She loves splashing. Whenever she sees a puddle, she yells Splash! and stomps around in the water. While we were walking in the park, Abby took a different path. So we called to her to come back and join us. Well, she took a short cut through the grass and that's when she stepped in a deep puddle. She stopped half way through - almost lost her boot and got a boot full of water. Awww, her first booter. We had the stroller along in case she got tired but she wanted to continue walking. We took off her socks so she walked in bare feet in boots. I didn't think that would be too comfy but she was determined to keep walking. While we were walking back home, Abby stopped to pick up rocks. She must have picked up every decent sized rock she found and give them to me to hold on to. It was kinda cute and made the walk three times longer, but really, it was a beautiful morning and I was glad to be outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, we didn't feel like going inside. I saw in the paper that there was a garage sale so we drove over to check it out. It was the third day for the garage sale so most of the good stuff must have sold already because there was nothing good when we got there. So we drove over to the Farmer's Market. There was a meat truck there and Mark bought some ground beef, some sausages and hamburgers. It's BBQ season now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home, Abby was playing nicely on her own. At least that's what I thought. Turns out she emptied her drawer and threw her clothes all over her room. Arg. But it did give me a good chance to go through her clothes and put away anything too small. So no real harm done. Then it was time for lunch and nap. I'm not too sure if there was any sleeping but she was quiet for a little while. Until.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a regular reader of this blog, you will be familiar with the many trials of Abby's digestive system, namely that she gets constipated a lot and it sucks. Well, I had been feeding her bran muffins and prune and apple juice concoctions for that last few days. Good news, she's not constipated anymore. Bad news, prune juice smells even worse coming out than it does going in. And that's saying quite a bit. I know everyone has their own poop horror story and for the longest time, I haven't really had one. I've changed some nasty diapers but I could never really decide on a number one worst diaper ever. That all changed yesterday. I went in to get Abby after her nap. There she was...surrounded by the contents of her drawer (again, arg!) and smelling to high heaven. No, worse. Like a barn full of pigs who have rolled around in poop and prune juice. Like a cow who ate rotten eggs and then pooped them on the floor. And poured prune juice all over it. And poop. Worst. Diaper. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and I started wiping her off but after a couple attempts at holding back my lunch (and I'm usually the one who doesn't have a problem) we decided that this wasn't working. We got the majority of her clean and then threw her in the tub. By the time we finally got her all rinsed off, she was not a happy little girl. So we filled the tub with warm, clean water and let her play. That gave me a chance to refold and reput away all her clothes. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby loves to splash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uDa0KwsuPYY/TcbqBsyLruI/AAAAAAAABZ0/A-EjOtDIh9M/s1600/IMG00748-20110503-0950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uDa0KwsuPYY/TcbqBsyLruI/AAAAAAAABZ0/A-EjOtDIh9M/s400/IMG00748-20110503-0950.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604424101231570658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our backyard. All the flowers are growing. The tulips in the front yard have bloomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WWeNLXGmdmI/Tcbppfeik1I/AAAAAAAABZs/gnmjWn1mt70/s1600/DSCF5219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WWeNLXGmdmI/Tcbppfeik1I/AAAAAAAABZs/gnmjWn1mt70/s400/DSCF5219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604423685342663506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our walk yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSFnGO0Lr8k/TcbpowMnzjI/AAAAAAAABZk/fzYQjeiHmc0/s1600/DSCF5220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSFnGO0Lr8k/TcbpowMnzjI/AAAAAAAABZk/fzYQjeiHmc0/s400/DSCF5220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604423672651042354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-2687008491946156845?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/2687008491946156845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=2687008491946156845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/2687008491946156845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/2687008491946156845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uDa0KwsuPYY/TcbqBsyLruI/AAAAAAAABZ0/A-EjOtDIh9M/s72-c/IMG00748-20110503-0950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-6668188662144340526</id><published>2011-05-01T17:21:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T18:48:32.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Called It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e4JeiH-ZRp0/Tb3rh08bD-I/AAAAAAAABYs/_CyDzv4svtk/s1600/IMG00722-20110430-1128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e4JeiH-ZRp0/Tb3rh08bD-I/AAAAAAAABYs/_CyDzv4svtk/s400/IMG00722-20110430-1128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601892477899050978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I changed my blog background to a Spring background, I bought a new Spring coat and Mark put away the shovels. We were asking for it. And boy, did we ever get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Saturday morning. This is what we woke up to. When we went to sleep on Friday night, it was raining and really, really windy. We could hear the rain/sleet/snow hitting the bedroom window. When we woke up, we couldn't see out the window...covered in bits of tree and ice. Our backyard is covered in broken branches...small ones thankfully, but lots of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9KE072YvK5M/Tb3riAIJpCI/AAAAAAAABY0/FLWgEnxphE4/s1600/IMG00724-20110430-1225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9KE072YvK5M/Tb3riAIJpCI/AAAAAAAABY0/FLWgEnxphE4/s400/IMG00724-20110430-1225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601892480901030946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was great to see that a plow came through. Sure it was only one pass but at least people could get through if they needed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IgekwzCPEAE/Tb3riebAyqI/AAAAAAAABY8/GsP-tbhqvlA/s1600/IMG00731-20110501-0824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IgekwzCPEAE/Tb3riebAyqI/AAAAAAAABY8/GsP-tbhqvlA/s400/IMG00731-20110501-0824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601892489033206434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got a call asking if I could fill in last minute for music at church. I guess the piano player was stuck out of town and couldn't get back. I said okay. (I can never say no) I was a little nervous, I didn't know some of the songs and one of the ones I did know, I never really liked. Plus, I wasn't too sure if I was going to be able to get out of the driveway. I left early, practise was at 8:30. It took 15 minutes to dig the truck out of the snow and to psych myself up for the trip out of the driveway. Well, getting out of the driveway was the easy part. The roads were horrible. I had the truck in 4x4 but it was still a challenge. The ruts were two feet deep in places and it was all ice. Everything. Everywhere. When I did manage to avoid the ruts, I was still driving diagonally. Along the way, I saw a big pine tree laying on it's side in someone's front yard. When I got closer, I could see it snapped off the top of the tree in the yard. Yikes. When I got to the church, I wasn't too sure where to park. So I parked in the far corner where there was no snow. Oh, it was covered in a nice sheet of ice, but no snow. I waited, and waited. Finally someone showed up with a key. So the two of us went in and I practised a bit. Then I wandered around for a bit, Then I practised some more, wandered. Then the guy got a call, church was cancelled. There was no way the parking lot would be ready (they finally started when I left - around 9:00). And it was slow going at best. There is just so much snow, and thick, heavy snow. I had already told Mark not to come with Abby to church. (When I play, I go early to practise and we finish around 9:30, so I go home and go back with Mark and Abby but today I didn't want to drive back and forth so I told him to stay home). So I got to make the trip back by mmyself. Almost got stuck a couple times, swore like a sailor, but I made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_XgWOQ-r4gg/Tb3rihxlwJI/AAAAAAAABZE/dExiGgLoT2c/s1600/IMG00734-20110501-0944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_XgWOQ-r4gg/Tb3rihxlwJI/AAAAAAAABZE/dExiGgLoT2c/s400/IMG00734-20110501-0944.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601892489933209746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad has a rule that Mark has adopted...Once April hits, no more shovelling. It's just wrong. And besides, this late in the year, it's usually melted by the afternoon so you're wasting your time. But I guess exceptions must be made so Mark hauled the snowblower out and got to work. This is so depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rhB_D5TXXPE/Tb3ri6lTB7I/AAAAAAAABZM/UYwVcGfNqm8/s1600/IMG00743-20110501-1152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rhB_D5TXXPE/Tb3ri6lTB7I/AAAAAAAABZM/UYwVcGfNqm8/s400/IMG00743-20110501-1152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601892496592537522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once all the snow was cleared, it started to melt. It didn't take too long before it was looking a lot better. I even drove downtown. There is water everywhere and big ruts but at least the ruts are made of slush instead of ice. One of the places the plow went through, the snow is piled at least 10 feet. It looked like a rock face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2fg3uYu1dTw/Tb38bKI4hnI/AAAAAAAABZc/DFDgaw9oBXk/s1600/IMG00746-20110501-1824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2fg3uYu1dTw/Tb38bKI4hnI/AAAAAAAABZc/DFDgaw9oBXk/s400/IMG00746-20110501-1824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601911055027046002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view after a day of melting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ql9KfkACTF4/Tb3r2Sy18VI/AAAAAAAABZU/ZyBSm5EUgaI/s1600/IMG00744-20110501-1222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ql9KfkACTF4/Tb3r2Sy18VI/AAAAAAAABZU/ZyBSm5EUgaI/s400/IMG00744-20110501-1222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601892829509316946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of going to church, we stayed home and made cookies. Abby ran laps around the kitchen and didn't have a nap. (She didn't even have a cookie!) All in all, an interesting day with a fairly good ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Abby loves to count. She will count anything. And she's pretty good. She can count up to 6. The problem is that she starts at 3. A typical count sounds like this...."Free, four, fye, see, four, fye, FREE!" Or she'll just say 3 and 4 over and over and end on 6. But most of the time it's in order. We just got to get her to learn 1 and 2!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-6668188662144340526?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/6668188662144340526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=6668188662144340526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6668188662144340526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6668188662144340526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/05/called-it.html' title='Called It'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e4JeiH-ZRp0/Tb3rh08bD-I/AAAAAAAABYs/_CyDzv4svtk/s72-c/IMG00722-20110430-1128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-6240466734236928305</id><published>2011-04-29T21:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T21:35:42.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Guess It's That Time</title><content type='html'>Although I think I might have jumped the gun on the spring theme...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It rained today...with lots of wind. By tomorrow there is supposed to be snow. We were going to drive to Regina for the weekend but we changed our plans. Think we made the right call because I do not want to be driving now. I got groceries this evening and  I was getting blown around! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't Spring just stick around!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-6240466734236928305?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/6240466734236928305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=6240466734236928305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6240466734236928305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6240466734236928305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-guess-its-that-time.html' title='I Guess It&apos;s That Time'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-1097044068449561886</id><published>2011-04-27T18:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:08:54.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since my last post. I've been too tired/bored/not motivated/distracted these last days so the blog has gone un-updated. (That a word?) But I'm back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we've been up to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago, we went to Regina. I finally got my dobro which I am super excited about. I've been busy trying to learn to play it. Here it is...And I got the t-shirt too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uf4fG8H2W_Y/Tbi73gclX0I/AAAAAAAABYk/76vFN2Oyk6s/s1600/DSCF5207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uf4fG8H2W_Y/Tbi73gclX0I/AAAAAAAABYk/76vFN2Oyk6s/s400/DSCF5207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600432698912235330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was Easter...It was a pretty relaxed time. I bought some flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KXltwuJwseo/Tbi73TMp4KI/AAAAAAAABYc/nnWhjaz2K5o/s1600/DSCF5205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KXltwuJwseo/Tbi73TMp4KI/AAAAAAAABYc/nnWhjaz2K5o/s400/DSCF5205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600432695355760802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abby decorated eggs. Kinda. She liked putting the eggs into the dye but didn't want to take them out. She'd stir them a bit but what she really liked was watching them in the water. Oh well, at least she had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnVAgO9q_fs/Tbi72cM-cMI/AAAAAAAABYM/-KBWR2TrnOY/s1600/DSCF5201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnVAgO9q_fs/Tbi72cM-cMI/AAAAAAAABYM/-KBWR2TrnOY/s400/DSCF5201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600432680593158338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VrvUktEzVSw/Tbi720x8r8I/AAAAAAAABYU/BrS_f_euSwM/s1600/DSCF5203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VrvUktEzVSw/Tbi720x8r8I/AAAAAAAABYU/BrS_f_euSwM/s400/DSCF5203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600432687190683586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is in her Easter dress. Even the doll got a new dress. Thanks Grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IUvxplgM6uU/Tbi72JePDlI/AAAAAAAABYE/qYnxqSiKPf4/s1600/DSCF5192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IUvxplgM6uU/Tbi72JePDlI/AAAAAAAABYE/qYnxqSiKPf4/s400/DSCF5192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600432675565276754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much news. We've been spending every spare minute outside. Abby loves it out there and would spend all day running outside if we let her. Because of this, she has been sleeping really well. I am so happy about this. A couple nights ago, she woke up crying so I went in her room, pulled the sheets over her and said goodnight. Never heard another peep. Over the weekend, she napped around two hours every day. There was one day that she played/napped for three hours!! It was awesome. I hope the weather holds. Now that Abby has had a taste of the outdoors, I don't know if I could keep her inside anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-1097044068449561886?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/1097044068449561886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=1097044068449561886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/1097044068449561886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/1097044068449561886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uf4fG8H2W_Y/Tbi73gclX0I/AAAAAAAABYk/76vFN2Oyk6s/s72-c/DSCF5207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-7065421561497120537</id><published>2011-04-12T19:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T19:54:45.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, My Name is Emily...</title><content type='html'>Everyone remember the story of Pavlov's dog? He'd ring a bell and serve his dog some food. He'd do this everyday, always in the same way, ring a bell, give the food. Pretty soon the dog was so used to it that he'd ring the bell and the dog would start salivating even without any food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday when I get to work, I turn on my computer (it takes 10 minutes to load I kid you not) and go and get a glass of water. The last few days, I have been so thirsty when I get to work. And the other day, when I dropped off Abby and got back in my car to drive to work, I realized that I was incredible thirsty and could hardly wait to get some water. Kinda makes you think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another admission....I've been stalking my friend. She lives across the street and was due to have a baby last Sunday. Every time a car drove by, I'd check out my window, every time I saw a light on in her house, I'd watch to see if anyone was leaving. Yesterday, when Abby and I got home, we played outside for awhile. Not to watch, but to enjoy the beautiful day. And to watch. This morning I was checking my Facebook - for news, and found out she had a baby girl last night. Awesome! So now Abby has a new baby to be obsessed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from the library. A book I requested had come in. Wow, the library sure is a quiet place without a small child running around. It gets pretty loud during Toddler Time, with all the kids. You get used to it and forget that a library is usually a place of quiet. I had time to stroll and look at different books. It was relaxing. I didn't want to leave. I was going to go this morning with Abby for her Toddler Time, but she hurt her toe a few days ago and it got swollen and red looking. She last night we clipped the toenail (took both of us pinning her down) and put a band-aid on it. Well, this morning she woke up with a band-aid on her toe and the world had ended. All morning she sat and held her toe and whimpered, "Owie toe, owie toe!" When it was time to go, she wouldn't out on her socks or shoes or boots or anything. I barely got pants on her. So after half an hour of chasing her around the house with a pair of socks (actually it ended up being four pairs of socks in the end) I gave up. Instead, I made a lasagna for my friend (the one who just had a baby, I don't make lasagnas for random people). Abby eventually got over her toe, she ripped off the band-aid - it kinda fell off, and without the reminder, she happily put on socks and shoes to go the sitter's house. Should have done that right away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-7065421561497120537?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/7065421561497120537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=7065421561497120537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7065421561497120537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7065421561497120537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/04/hi-my-name-is-emily.html' title='Hi, My Name is Emily...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-2532761481313221647</id><published>2011-04-10T19:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:32:20.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dog</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I've talked about the dog. Probably because  it's been awhile since I spent any time with her. She's such a content  dog and doesn't ask for much attention so she kinda gets left out. Thank  goodness there is Abby to entertain her. Or vise versa! Abby sure loves  that dog and Dee Dee sure tolerates her presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby loves to  feed Dee Dee. And she always make sure her food and water dish are  filled. Sometimes she takes it upon herself to fill them. Today, she  grabbed the ice cream pail that we use to dish out Dee Dee's food and  carried it around like a bag. She even told us Goodbye a couple times. I  think this may have upset Dee Dee because later in the day, when Abby  ran past her kennel, Dee Dee jumped up and started "burying" her food.  She hasn't done this in a long time. Not since we told Abby she wasn't  allowed to play in the dog's food. All day Dee Dee has made sure that  her food dish is nice and covered with her blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby running circles around the dog...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9tDc7CDdxWE/TaJgCaGHTzI/AAAAAAAABXc/PjfWyvCWLAI/s1600/IMG00697-20110410-1424.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-87jXt-aFWWQ/TaJgCCNDAoI/AAAAAAAABXU/5dPwfQ156x0/s1600/IMG00696-20110410-1424.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-da80cae41c7f3b2b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dda80cae41c7f3b2b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329938115%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82FA5C05D653BD1E1B357E38C18E6DF545FCEFF7.5686B0D876427DF84B3FA16A8538EAC2662A4BF0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dda80cae41c7f3b2b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEn3POUE8U7HfBmcisgOO_FaBFWc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dda80cae41c7f3b2b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329938115%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82FA5C05D653BD1E1B357E38C18E6DF545FCEFF7.5686B0D876427DF84B3FA16A8538EAC2662A4BF0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dda80cae41c7f3b2b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEn3POUE8U7HfBmcisgOO_FaBFWc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oIilhQJsOlI/TaJgBo0snPI/AAAAAAAABXM/uw4RBs3q02U/s1600/IMG00695-20110410-1225.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got around to giving Dee Dee a good brushing. I have a new dog! It's amazing, she's black and a lot skinnier than the old, winter dog. It took about half an hour and there is enough fur in the back yard for all the birds in the neighbourhood to make a nest for themselves. And maybe a guest nest if they have family over. It was crazy. And the sad part is that tomorrow you won't even be able to tell I brushed her. Arg. But it was a beautiful day and we all played outside for awhile. Dee Dee sat in the sun, Abby climbed up and down the slide (she never slid down, Baby went once but she was so concerned about her that she never went down herself). Mark shovelled the snow that hadn't melted into the sun so it will melt. Abby and I tried to go for a walk but it was so windy and the wind was cold! But in the backyard, it was sheltered.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m7PbTsxJsFI/TaJiww59zrI/AAAAAAAABX0/P_yUM7J5IUI/s1600/IMG00696-20110410-1424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m7PbTsxJsFI/TaJiww59zrI/AAAAAAAABX0/P_yUM7J5IUI/s400/IMG00696-20110410-1424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594142277048848050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hqLZ7h4SDM4/TaJixDHGBSI/AAAAAAAABX8/RYBzq-YKGvo/s1600/IMG00697-20110410-1424.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mark and I have been discussing when it is time for Abby to switch to a big girl bed. That is, a mattress on the floor. She flops around so much that I'm scared to try anything more yet. We had talked about doing it during his Easter break so we wouldn't have to be tired after being up all night getting her back in her bed. But Mark was out in the garage this afternoon and brought the mattress in. Why wait? So Abby watched as we took down her old crib and got her new bed all set up. Then we climbed in and read stories. She loved it. When it was time for her nap, she wasn't too happy about it. But then, lately she hasn't been happy about her nap in general. I think she may have slept for a few minutes but she never left her room. In fact, when she was done, she was sitting behind the door and I had to push her out of the way to get in her room. Tonight, for bed time, I got down with her and read her a story. She made me put my head on the pillow next to hers. Then she wanted me to stay and sleep. When I got up and said good night, the tears and screams came! But she was so tired - no nap - that after a couple minutes, silence. I snuck in her room later and... she's fast asleep, cuddling one of her many stuffed toys she takes to bed, snoring softly. Makes me want to scoop her up. But then I guess that would ruin everything. Guess I'll have to scoop her up tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1dZXIoWG1hI/TaJiwgHD51I/AAAAAAAABXs/rs5-qD0TYMI/s1600/IMG00695-20110410-1225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1dZXIoWG1hI/TaJiwgHD51I/AAAAAAAABXs/rs5-qD0TYMI/s400/IMG00695-20110410-1225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594142272540370770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XNfTiZdmMTk/TaJiwbNQj7I/AAAAAAAABXk/S6lOImCmGvM/s1600/IMG00694-20110410-1225.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-2532761481313221647?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=da80cae41c7f3b2b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/2532761481313221647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=2532761481313221647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/2532761481313221647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/2532761481313221647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/04/dog.html' title='The Dog'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m7PbTsxJsFI/TaJiww59zrI/AAAAAAAABX0/P_yUM7J5IUI/s72-c/IMG00696-20110410-1424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-1771255751283286408</id><published>2011-04-08T18:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T21:17:36.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Distractions</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when Abby plays so well by herself. I have time to consider what I might look like with bangs! I haven't had bangs since I was a kid. I tried once in high school but they were so light that I always just brushed them to the sides. The last time I got my hair cut, she cut my bangs but in a longer, side-swept fashion. So out of boredom, curiosity and the chance to spend a couple minutes by myself, I took the plunge. And I'm happy with the result! Sure, it's a little scruffy, Mark had to clean it up a bit when I got home, but I got rave reviews on Facebook, and at work and even the ladies at the Credit Union loved it! Guess it pays to take a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oEI1fkBtLvc/TZ-vEAxtncI/AAAAAAAABWs/YDHvRdpg724/s1600/Bangs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oEI1fkBtLvc/TZ-vEAxtncI/AAAAAAAABWs/YDHvRdpg724/s400/Bangs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593381745680293314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I guess that was the highlight of my week. Otherwise, Abby and I have been getting out of the house by going to the Library or other places. She's been getting better about leaving places. Not great, but better. And I'll settle for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to next weekend. We're celebrating an early Easter - either that or we're just celebrating Palm Sunday...or maybe just spending a weekend together. Plus it's a chance to go shopping. I've needed contacts (from Costco) and other things for awhile now. And....I'm finally getting my dobro!!! I'm pretty excited about however, I feel a little weird. I've always loved Christmas Eve better than Christmas Day. I love the anticipation, the excitement of what's coming. But once I've got it...well, it's over. And I've wanted this for a long time. But I guess the excitement won't wear off so quickly. It will take me a long time to learn this thing and that will keep my attentions. This is the one I'm getting... It's a Epiphone Hound Dog Square Neck Dobro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IqxyAFDWVK4/TZ-4DYP3uDI/AAAAAAAABW8/u-w8gFrk68Q/s1600/lg_DWHOUNDSN-Finish-Shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 161px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IqxyAFDWVK4/TZ-4DYP3uDI/AAAAAAAABW8/u-w8gFrk68Q/s400/lg_DWHOUNDSN-Finish-Shot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593391630405580850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I for one, am glad it's Friday if for no other reason than I don't have to plan any more meals this week. Ug, what a chore it has been. It's never fun but this week has been really bad. We haven't had much meat int he house lately...it seems like I'm saving it all for BBQ season - which at this rate will be another three months! We've had chicken breasts, then spaghetti and meat sauce, then spaghetti with chicken breasts and sauce, then pizza sandwiches and tonight, farmer sausage and vareniki (which I just bought last night). And yet, there still doesn't seem to be any more different kinds of meat. Next week might be another challenge. I would seriously rather clean toilets than plan meal everyday. It just seems so pointless. Even if I do come up with a good one, with different courses - and actually use more than one pot, it just get eaten and I have to do it all over again the next night. But maybe I'm just feeling tired. I've been watching Mad Men while I type this and several times the screensaver has popped up. It has taken me almost two hours to do this! I get distracted, and start rambling. And now I have a craving for a whiskey sour. Did you know there is a cocktail guide for Mad Men? With recipes! Now if they can tell me wear to get some of those dresses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-1771255751283286408?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/1771255751283286408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=1771255751283286408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/1771255751283286408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/1771255751283286408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/04/mad-distractions.html' title='Mad Distractions'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oEI1fkBtLvc/TZ-vEAxtncI/AAAAAAAABWs/YDHvRdpg724/s72-c/Bangs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-8516820111752437372</id><published>2011-04-06T18:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:27:08.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fear</title><content type='html'>We went to the Library yesterday for her weekly Toddler Time. She was so excited to go, and she behaved really well. She participated and did all the actions for the little song they sang. Then it was time to go. She took off running. The library is pretty big and she has run around before and I can always find her no problem. But this time I couldn't seem to see her little ponytail anywhere. The kids area is way at the back of the library and the doors lead to a hallway in the leisure centre that takes you to other multipurpose rooms and to the pool. The doors are pretty heavy but Abby can open them herself. So after a few laps around the library with no luck, the fear was starting to set in. Then I thought, if I were Abby, where would I go? Babies. There were a few babies in her class and there is one little boy she loves and is always right there wherever he is. So I headed back and saw him and his nanny but no Abby. Then I remembered how she loves to sneak back in the classroom and run around. Sure enough, I was just getting close and she bolts out of the classroom. I grab her and get her dressed and we go. (Well, actually that consisted of four timeouts before she finally put on her boots and jacket then a giant meltdown in the parking lot which saw her kick off her boots and try and lay down on the gravel.) But all in all, we made it home safe and sound. Although a little more frazzled than we left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-8516820111752437372?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/8516820111752437372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=8516820111752437372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/8516820111752437372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/8516820111752437372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/04/fear.html' title='The Fear'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-5719480857743769617</id><published>2011-04-02T22:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T23:05:16.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That's The Thing About Phases</title><content type='html'>They are always changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reminiscing&lt;/span&gt; about how Abby used to throw tantrums whenever we left someplace. I had to keep cookies in my purse just to prevent any legs kicking and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bloodcurdling&lt;/span&gt; screams. And then trying to get that little one in the car seat after I dragged her out of whatever building we escaped. She is a strong little person! But that soon ended. I started telling her, in advance, that we were going to leave. I'd give her a few minutes, then I'd tell her it was time to go and to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt; Goodbye. Generally if she says goodbye, she's okay leaving. But this week, things changed again. It started Monday. We went to the Family Centre. It was fun until it was time to go. Then she kicked up a storm. Screamed and flailed - it felt like all eyes were on me. I finally got her jacket on and by that time she was getting tired so she put on her shoes. When it was time to go to the sitter's, again with the I'm-not-going-anywhere tantrum. When it was time to pick her up...I got her jacket on and carried her to the Jimmy because she wouldn't put on her shoes. Tuesday, I had to chase her down the Library to get her to put on her jacket and boots. Wednesday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; Bible study, another tantrum when it was time to go. But on Thursday we went to the Family Centre again. It was much easier to go. She said bye to the baby she was playing with left without so much as a glance backwards. Just to keep me on my toes I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-5719480857743769617?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/5719480857743769617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=5719480857743769617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/5719480857743769617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/5719480857743769617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/04/thats-thing-about-phases.html' title='That&apos;s The Thing About Phases'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-6084268302647425946</id><published>2011-03-30T18:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T19:14:59.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous</title><content type='html'>The long road to the potty continues. Abby can now tell us when she peed and you can tell when she is peeing. A couple nights ago, while she was in the tub, she stood up and said Pee! We told her that she'd get a candy if she peed in the potty, but no go...she wanted to pee in the tub. Arg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been going pretty well. We still need more staff. The other day, one of the newer girls was having a bad day. She looked really frazzled and stressed. So I told her about my screw up that day. My job is to open files and write the name of the file on the folders. Well, this file happened to be a sale file - a guy named Mr. Harder sold his house to another person. So I'm supposed to write his name on the file. She had just sat down at her desk and I went over there and said, "You think you're having a bad day? I was making up the Harder file and I forgot how to spell Harder. Yep, got to the R and completely blanked." She rolled her eyes at me, "And, that's bad enough but my maiden name is Harder!" Then she really started laughing. Yep, bad days all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city wide activities sign up was today. Didn't even know about it. Don't know if I would have gone if I did. There are programs for Abby's age group but I don't think she's (I'm) ready for that! I mean, she still pees in the tub! I'm going to wait a little while before I think about that. There is a clubs program at the church that I think she would enjoy but it doesn't start until 7 pm. She's usually asleep by that time - or playing in her crib. I know I can put her in Music for Young Children, but...Arg. I don't want her to miss out but at the same time, she enjoys running around the Family Centre and splashing in the tub more than I think she would enjoy any organized program. Right now I'm just going to let her run free and get her involved when she's a bit older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The geese have been coming back. Always a welcomed sight! Today I saw a squirrel. It does feel more like spring. I really can't wait too much longer. I can see grass in our backyard. It's flat and yellow but I can see it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-6084268302647425946?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/6084268302647425946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=6084268302647425946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6084268302647425946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6084268302647425946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/03/miscellaneous.html' title='Miscellaneous'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-1622849996405881604</id><published>2011-03-26T20:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:33:25.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meant to Say</title><content type='html'>was something about last night. But when I hit Save, I must have actually hit Post. Whoops. Oh well. So last night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, back up. Thursday night after Abby went to sleep, I went to the new arena to help set up for the Big Sportsman Dinner (not actually called that). The law office was responsible for all the prises...door prizes, silent auction items and all the stuff for the live auction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday came. And it was a hoot. First of all, the arena looks awesome. Very impressive. Worth every penny. The evening was awesome too. The live auction was hilarious! The auctioneer was a real auctioneer and pretty funny. First to go was a Ford truck - $60,000. A signed Rider jersey and ball for over $5000 (by my boss - he also got the diamond earrings and matching necklace). But the best one wasn't even originally part of the auction. You'll have to understand, the dinner committee was very attentive to the head table especially in the alcohol department. Needless to say, by the end of the night, the head table looked a little worse for wear. Brian Burke came up and offered a free game in his private box, a pre-game skate with the leafs, a trip to the lockeroom and maybe an autograph and then they'll fly you on their private charter to any game in the east. By the end of the explanation to the MC (the play by play guy for the Leafs), it turned into a pre-game skate with the leafs, time in the lockeroom with the leafs, autographs from any player, watching the game in Burke's private box, a period in the press box with the play by play guys, trip to anywhere the leafs are playing the next day and tickets to that game too. For four people. It took 20 minutes to explain and 5 minutes for some guy to pay $24,000. Oh, and we won a Sirius radio and Boombox in the silent auction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all that was done it was time for Mr. Burke's speech. The rest of the speakers spoke at various times throughput the night. They saved Mr. Burke for last. And man was he wasted! It started off awkward then moved into funny then ended kinda weird. Someone asked if he thought Winnipeg should get an NHL team again. After 15 minutes of professing his love for Canadian hockey (didn't he coach the USA hockey team? Ok, he's dual let's move on) and his sentimentality over hockey in Canada. Now, I believe him, someone that drunk isn't going to lie, ramble on and on, but never lie. But it all ended well and we were home around 11:00. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby didn't eat her supper and stayed up late. Sounds about right! Guess we all had a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-1622849996405881604?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/1622849996405881604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=1622849996405881604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/1622849996405881604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/1622849996405881604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/03/meant-to-say.html' title='Meant to Say'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-5348409087120677369</id><published>2011-03-26T13:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T13:19:48.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-5348409087120677369?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/5348409087120677369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=5348409087120677369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/5348409087120677369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/5348409087120677369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-i.html' title='What I'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-2828569125763973012</id><published>2011-03-18T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T20:05:46.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Expectations</title><content type='html'>I was going to write a long-awaited post about how busy work has been (and annoying). I was going to share about Abby's developments in speech and how she knows that she has to pee (but still insists on peeing in the tub). I was going to join in with the chorus rejoicing in the return of Spring (Wow, those puddles can be deep). But I just saw that Slumdog Millionaire is on Nexflix so I'm going to go make some popcorn and watch it. What, you say? Didn't know we got Netflix? Well, I was going to mention that.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-2828569125763973012?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/2828569125763973012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=2828569125763973012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/2828569125763973012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/2828569125763973012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/03/great-expectations.html' title='Great Expectations'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-5600560200096793273</id><published>2011-03-08T20:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:50:28.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keys Please!</title><content type='html'>Just a quick story to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background:&lt;br /&gt;It was International Women's Day today so the Family Fun Centre was hosting a little party. There was cake, and prizes and draws so Abby and I decided to go. It was a good time. I got 100 free minutes of tanning, the cake was great and Abby played with all the other kids. But then it was time to go. Wow, did she ever kick up a fuss! Full on tantrum. Finally, either she got too tired to fight or just realized it wasn't working and put on her boots. Then she needed to play with the keys. I always carry two sets of Jimmy keys with me so she grabbed the one set. Fine. I'm driving home and she starts locking the door. While I'm driving. It's very odd to hear the horn beep and have the doors lock while you are driving so I grabbed the keys from her. She cried. Finally (it feels) we get home and I carry her inside. I get the door unlock (another separate set of keys - yes I have three sets of keys) and she grabs them from me. I get her all undressed and start to take off my jackets. I forget that she has the keys and she runs away to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to go to work. I get Abby dressed, I get my jackets and boots on, grab the diaper bag, grab my purse and sunglasses and go to grab my keys...oh no. Now where did she put them? The other day Mark found a section of grilled cheese sandwich in the medicine cabinet, not in there. I've found sippy cups of milk in her drawers before - nope. Once, while doing laundry, I discovered a doll, a pencil and a straw in the laundry, nothing. So, out loud, I said "Abby, where did you put Mommy's keys?" Well, the little girl runs to the kitchen, opens the fridge and hands me my keys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-5600560200096793273?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/5600560200096793273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=5600560200096793273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/5600560200096793273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/5600560200096793273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/03/keys-please.html' title='Keys Please!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-3224701259356877371</id><published>2011-03-05T19:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T20:31:38.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's That Time Again...</title><content type='html'>...when I get bored and change the look of my blog! I was getting depressed looking at the snow, yet I couldn't bring myself to put up a spring background just yet. So I picked out a more interesting snow picture. Once the weather changes, I'll change it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy am I tired. Yesterday, after work, we drove to Moose Jaw. It was very hectic. I told work that I was working 1-4 instead of 1:30 - 4:30 so we could get to Moose Jaw in time for the show (Arrogant Worms). Well, for 2.5 hours, I didn't have too much to do, did the bank run and picked up some stuff for the office, opened a couple files - usual stuff. Then, just before 3:30, it all hit my desk - I need to go to the bank, I need to print 52 pages off the computer, I need to stamp 50 envelopes and mail them, I need to pick up two boxes of files from another law firm. And I had to do all that in the time it usually takes me to do the mail, wash dishes and take out the trash*. So I ran. Literally. I got all that stuff done in time to get back to the office by 4pm. I wrote a note saying I was sorry but the trash and the dishes would have to wait until Monday.  Any normal day I would have stayed late to get it all done, but this was not a normal day. I rushed around all Thursday to get everything ready so I didn't have to rush Friday. Then I rushed around all day Friday getting everything packed so I wouldn't have to rush around in the afternoon. Then I rushed around all afternoon so I wouldn't be rushed leaving. Then I rushed leaving and I couldn't relax until 10 minutes before Weyburn. Once we got to Moose Jaw, I was calm and started getting excited for the Arrogant Worms' show. Abby was so excited to see her grandparents - she ran right into their arms. We got her in her pajamas and then Mark and I left for the show. It was in the &lt;a href="http://www.moosejawculture.com/"&gt;Mae Wilson Theatre&lt;/a&gt;. It is really nice in there. We left early because every other time we have gone to see them, it was rush seating. So we were some of the first people there and when we picked up our tickets, she told us our seat numbers (B4,5 - awesome seats right?) So we wandered around. We check our coats. There is an art gallery so we looked at some art. And there are displays so we looked at those too. Of course, they were selling some CDs so I bought &lt;a href="http://www.maplemusic.com/product.asp?dept_id=1214&amp;amp;pf_id=6760-01&amp;amp;lang=EN"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt;. It's Chris Patterson's solo children's CD. I'm listening to it right now. It's pretty good. I think Abby will like it. After the show, they were all signing CDs so I got him to sign it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4nhVIyfHEfM/TXLtsV2CsNI/AAAAAAAABWk/ggGxjIyIhhM/s1600/DSCF5131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4nhVIyfHEfM/TXLtsV2CsNI/AAAAAAAABWk/ggGxjIyIhhM/s400/DSCF5131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580784234299306194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was great. I'd tell you all about it but it wouldn't make any sense and it wouldn't do it justice so I'll just say they have not lost a step since the last time we saw them which was about 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we were so hungry - we only ate sandwiches for supper (on the road) and Abby ate two, Mark ate 1 1/2 so that left me with Abby's crusts, half a sandwich and some grapes. So we went to BP's. We didn't get back until late - felt like a real date! Thank goodness for parents who love their grandchildren and view looking after Abby as a treat! Today, we went shopping and Mark bought some clothes for work. For lunch, we went to BP's again with some friends. Again, Grandparents had the pleasure (?) of watching Abby. (She pooped) Then it was time to go back home. Abby was not happy about that! She kept saying over and over - "No go!" She slept for a little while on the ride but then woke up in a very bad mood so I crawled in beside her and that seemed to cheer her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We do employ a cleaning lady who comes Tuesdays and Fridays who does the dishes and takes out the trash and cleans the office. I do the dishes on the days she doesn't come. However, she is currently on holidays so it falls to me to do the dishes everyday and on Tuesdays and Fridays to take out the trash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-3224701259356877371?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/3224701259356877371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=3224701259356877371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/3224701259356877371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/3224701259356877371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s That Time Again...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4nhVIyfHEfM/TXLtsV2CsNI/AAAAAAAABWk/ggGxjIyIhhM/s72-c/DSCF5131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-4449238440107294093</id><published>2011-03-03T19:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T19:24:04.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot and Cold</title><content type='html'>You know that song by Katy Perry Hot and Cold? It was playing on the radio on my way to work and it could not have been more appropriate. Abby had a huge poop at the sitter's yesterday. Double good. Now she has a really red bum. Bad. She was complaining of an owie bum today. Bad. We had lots of snuggles. Good. When I changed her diaper, it took me 20 minutes of solid screaming and fighting (screaming all her). Very bad. We snuggled on the couch after that and watched TV. Good. She started to fall asleep. Bad. I took her to the sitter's a bit early because of it and therefore had time to get a large double double. Good. Long line. Bad. Fast service. Good. Drove to work and the parking lot was nearly full. Bad. Only spot open was almost next to the doors. Very good. Didn't win the car on the Roll Up the Rim. Bad. Won a free coffee instead. Good. I swear if someone had asked me how my day was going, I wouldn't know what to say! Work was really slow. Good and bad. Abby had a good bath and sat down in that water all by herself. Good. Her bum is still really red and it looks like she has a heat rash on her lower back and bum. Bad. She went to bed no problems. Good. She called out her friend's name while laying in bed. Just cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March. I still can't believe it. It looks weird to see and to type. For me, January lasted so long it went into part of February! Although February is pretty short to begin with. I'm pretty sure March is going to fly by too. I can't believe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-4449238440107294093?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/4449238440107294093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=4449238440107294093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/4449238440107294093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/4449238440107294093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/03/hot-and-cold.html' title='Hot and Cold'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-5431396428573044087</id><published>2011-02-28T20:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T20:57:40.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Up For Lost Time</title><content type='html'>Howdy! Boy I am making up for lost time! I think living in isolation for so long that I am taking advantage of every single opportunity that comes my way. As you know, I am going to the Arrogant Worms concert in Moose Jaw this Friday. It has been over 5 years since I have seen them live and they are celebrating their 20th anniversary so I am so excited to go. It is just so great because we can spend some time with Mark's parents and leave Abby there for the night and enjoy the show like two adults! Whoop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, later in March, there is a &lt;a href="http://www.sasklifestyles.com/article/20110107/Estlifestyles0101/301079988/-1/estlifestyles/brian-burke-confirmed-for-new-arena-fundraiser"&gt;Sportsman Dinner&lt;/a&gt; in town. "The Firm" always buys tickets for the employees. I've very excited to go. Brian Burke will be there with Jim Hopson and Darian Durant. Plus some old hockey players whose names I don't remember. One guy was the guy who scored the winning goal in the 1961 Canada/Russia game. But the food should be good and pretty entertaining. There is an auction and apparently since this is a fundraiser for the new rink in town and they provide a charity receipt, the people go nuts and bid crazy amounts. Last year, a Canadian Olympic jersey went for $30,000. I just can't wait to get dressed up and eat out and somewhere other than Houston's Pizza (not that that isn't great too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April, for the Grand Opening of the rink (Specra Place I guess it will be called) Tom Cochrane and Red Rider are giving a concert with Kim Mitchell as the Opening Act. We are planning to go to that too! I just have to find tickets. I can't see them on TicketMaster yet. Hopefully they will be up before it's too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the icing on the cake! &lt;a href="http://www.keithurban.net/"&gt;Keith Urban&lt;/a&gt; is playing not one, but two shows in Regina!!!! I remember when the Dixie Chicks went to Saskatoon. We had just moved to Flin Flon and it was pretty early in the school year so I thought it wouldn't be a good idea to drive 5 1/2 hours by myself (or force Mark to come with me) to see see them. Then they went to Winnipeg (with the Eagles!) but it was the summer we were moving and right before we were driving to Grande Prairie. I actually worked out of bus tickets and an hotel room but decided it was just too rushed and too expensive (and we had Abby to think of too). So I missed that one too. I have always regretted not trying to make it, especially that first show. I still haven't fully gotten over it! But this time it's different. And thank goodness he added a second show for Saturday. This way, Mark and I are going to drive in that morning and we can spend the day hanging out and then I can go to the show. Mark isn't all that interested in Keith Urban so I persuaded one of my parents to go with me. I was fully prepared to go by myself if need be but it will be more fun this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's parents were just here. It's Mark's Dad break so they are  visiting family. They drove this way and arrived Friday evening and  spent Saturday, Sunday with us and left this morning. Abby was a bit shy  at first but before you knew it, she was having a ball with Mama and  Mama. Yep, she doesn't differentiate between Grandma and Grandma. It all  comes out Mama. Oh well, she's usually looking at whoever she's talking  to. When she woke up Sunday, she saw Grandpa and ran straight for him  and gave him a giant hug! When we drove to church, we had to take two  vehicles and she was so concerned about "Mama come too?" And then  afterwards when we went out for lunch, "Mama come?" And then when she  saw them, she ran over and gave hugs. The funniest part was that they  had to come everywhere, even to change a diaper. "Mama help bum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby was really sad when they left. I thought she was about to cry. But we reassured her that she was going to see them on Friday. I tried to explain how many sleeps that was but I don't think she understood. However, she was happy to go and wave at the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that girl is going to grow up knowing her grandparents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-5431396428573044087?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/5431396428573044087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=5431396428573044087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/5431396428573044087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/5431396428573044087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/02/making-up-for-lost-time.html' title='Making Up For Lost Time'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-7538253416185898147</id><published>2011-02-22T18:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T19:24:34.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Abby Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-td2vOvUO08s/TWRhtkr5zDI/AAAAAAAABWc/Ow8-wwtcKkQ/s1600/180451_492108250652_561805652_6536213_992436_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-td2vOvUO08s/TWRhtkr5zDI/AAAAAAAABWc/Ow8-wwtcKkQ/s400/180451_492108250652_561805652_6536213_992436_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576689674161343538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've mastered the art of picking my battles...&lt;br /&gt;Example #1. Abby is happily drawing all over her feet. Is the marker washable? Let it go.&lt;br /&gt;Example #2. Abby is feeding the dog her lunch. Is the dog cleaning it all up? Let it go.&lt;br /&gt;Example #3. Abby is pouring apple juice all over herself. Is it almost bath time? Let it go.&lt;br /&gt;Example #4. Abby is taking off all her clothes. Is she inside the house? Let it go.&lt;br /&gt;Either I have become great at choosing my battles or really lazy. I even let her go to the sitter's in her pajamas once because I didn't want the fight. Hey, they are clothes too. And she looked really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Abby's favourite things to do is play "Little Baby." Basically you hold her like a little baby and spread a blanket on the both of you. Sometimes she pretends to cry and you have to rock her and say "Don't cry, Little Baby." Now she's started Little Mommy. I have to pretend to be the baby and she's the mommy. She sits on the chair and I curl up in her lap and put the blanket on us. Then I'm supposed to pretend to cry and she rocks me, or pats my back and gives me a kiss on the forehead. She can squeeze pretty good. Tonight she decided that her Little Baby (me) needed a diaper. (She loves putting diapers, or as she calls them - Bum, on her dolls) So she looked at me and said, "Bum? Yes? Bum? Yes?" So she ran to her room and grabbed a diaper and ran back to try and put it on me. Well, she got it around my feet. That was good enough for her. Then we cuddled a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Abby is catching on to the whole Time-Out thing. Lately, when she gets in trouble, she puts herself in Time-Out before she even get that chance. She'll face the wall or something - anything to hide her face from us. And then she'll just stand there whimpering. At first it was kinda disturbing because when we put her in Time-Out we leave her for a few minutes then explain to her why we put here there. Well, try explaining to her why she put herself in Time-Out. It was weird. But I think we got it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we leave the sitter's house, we always say "Bye, see you tomorrow." Now Abby has caught on and when I tell her to say bye, she yells out, "Bye, morrow!" Today she didn't want to leave the cat so I told her to say bye to the cat and we'll play with her tomorrow. So Abby yells out, "Bye Meow, morrow!" (She calls all cats Meow) Oh, and she can say Please which sounds more like Pees but she's getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby loves it when I spell her name. I'll write out A-B-B-Y. Then she takes the marker and says over and over, "B-Y Abby, B-Y Abby yeah?" I don't know how many times we do this and it's always, "B-Y Abby, B-Y, B-Y." I just giggle at her, picking my battles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-7538253416185898147?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/7538253416185898147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=7538253416185898147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7538253416185898147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7538253416185898147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/02/random-abby-moments.html' title='Random Abby Moments'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-td2vOvUO08s/TWRhtkr5zDI/AAAAAAAABWc/Ow8-wwtcKkQ/s72-c/180451_492108250652_561805652_6536213_992436_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-4823449673115677105</id><published>2011-02-19T20:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T21:06:56.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Vain</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to think that song was about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aajHBnLf7q8/TWCCiDw4ifI/AAAAAAAABWU/JSCoNH1SE9k/s1600/DSCF5118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aajHBnLf7q8/TWCCiDw4ifI/AAAAAAAABWU/JSCoNH1SE9k/s400/DSCF5118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575599860322175474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love my new flat iron. Really. A lot. Maybe too much. I love the way it makes my hair feel. And best of all, I love the way it looks, so smooth and straight. I even got a bunch of compliments at work. It just makes me feel so good because I was always so mad at how I couldn't do my hair. And now I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and I are going to see &lt;a href="http://www.arrogantworms.com/"&gt;The Arrogant Worms&lt;/a&gt; in Moose Jaw! We're driving to Moose Jaw after work and leaving Abby with her grandparents. Then it's off to the Casino for what will be a great show. Hope to have some pictures but I'll have a re-cap for sure. Also, Tom Cochrane and Kim Mitchell are coming to Estevan in April for the Grand Opening of the new hockey rink. We're going to get tickets for that too. Can't wait for all the great shows coming up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-4823449673115677105?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/4823449673115677105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=4823449673115677105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/4823449673115677105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/4823449673115677105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-so-vain.html' title='I&apos;m So Vain'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aajHBnLf7q8/TWCCiDw4ifI/AAAAAAAABWU/JSCoNH1SE9k/s72-c/DSCF5118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-1958058336946101989</id><published>2011-02-18T20:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T21:32:20.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Streak Continues - Or How I Learned to Embrace Rock and Roll</title><content type='html'>I have never got stuck in the snow (knocking on the desk). That's right, never! Not in this Jimmy and not even when I drove my tiny cavalier. That little car had front wheel drive and man did I get her in some situations (don't read that part Dad!) Like the time I drove down Pinky Road after a week of rain, the many snow drifts and countless trips to and from Saskatoon. Never once did I get stuck enough that I needed assistance. And the streak continues. Last night we were wholluped (I don't use that word enough) and it was a nightmare to drive home. (Sidenote: Mark is in Churchbridge tonight with the curling team. They left this morning at 6am. They had planned to leave last night so they didn't have rush in the morning, but the nasty storm ruined that plan. And I am thankful they waited.) The way I drive home, I take a road that in right at the edge of town. As I turned down it, I knew that it was a bad idea. Maybe it was my habit-loving nature, maybe it was some sick need to prove something but I continued on. Through the street I couldn't see, past the first abandoned car in the middle of the road which had drove into a snowbank, past the second abandoned car dug into another snowbank covering an intersection and up until the street I had to turn off onto. Where the street should have been, there was a wall of snow....and another car stuck. Now I was worried. I know that Abby's sitter is only about half a block away, but it's not like I can abandon my car and walk her home. This was all getting a bit ridiculous when I decided to turn around. I managed to get about 3/4 of the way when I couldn't move. Well, I could move but only about 2 feet. So back and forth I went until I rocked myself clear. I got about a foot before I couldn't move again. And this time it was bad. I could only move about 2 inches. I was starting to panic and thought about what I was going to say to Mark when I called him for help. But again, my sick need to prove something kept me rocking back and forth. I figured that as long as I could still move a little, I could get out of this. I threw on the 4 lo and rocked as hard as I could....after about 5 minutes, I was going about 3 feet in each direction. But I still couldn't get over the hump. Finally after one big reverse, I floored it (I know, it's a good way to work yourself down to the ice and then you'll never get out) but it worked and I was skidding along down the road. I made a bee line down the road passing all the poor people stuck in their cars and those driving (about to get stuck). I finally made to the sitter's house (which was about 30 feet away from where I was spinning my tires) and picked up Abby. Mission accomplished. And the icing on the cake....Abby hadn't pooped in about three days so I gave her the poop juice before I dropped her off. Guess who had a massive, use the whole box of wipes poop at the sitter's instead of at home!! Score! I didn't even pretend to be sorry! (She though it was kinda funny too) As I left her house, I could see an SUV drive up right behind that last car I saw stuck. They must have thought the car was stopped at the stop sign and waiting to go. But by the time they figured it out, they were stuck too. What a day!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I had more to say than just that, but that's al I can think of to write about right now. Perhaps later, when I remember, I will update. Mark is still out of town so I think I'll make a bag of popcorn and a gin and tonic...oh, that's something...I've been trying to expand my drinking horizons (maybe a new New Year's Resolution, perhaps not the best one ever, but hey, staying realistic here) and I've looked up some good recipes. I've had a gin and tonic before at Boston Pizza and really liked it. But then we went somewhere else and it tasted horrible. I decided to look up how to make it to see if I could do it. I mean really, how hard could it be? Not very, you just need to get the ratios right. 2 oz gin, 5 oz tonic water and a slice of lime (but not lime juice, tried that too and not good.) It's great. I'm going try a martini next but I need to get one of those shaker thingys. And a martini glass. And a good sexy Scottish accent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. You should have seen my tires when I got home. It was like I bought new white rims for the Jimmy. Mark was wondering what had happened!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S. "Truck Got Stuck" just popped up on ITunes. Take that!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-1958058336946101989?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/1958058336946101989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=1958058336946101989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/1958058336946101989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/1958058336946101989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/02/streak-continues-or-how-i-learned-to.html' title='The Streak Continues - Or How I Learned to Embrace Rock and Roll'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-7153202860143797646</id><published>2011-02-13T19:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T19:44:07.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Where Was I?</title><content type='html'>Oh ya...sick with the flu. I'll back up a bit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was quite busy for us, Mark had numerous clubs and meetings throughout the week. On Tuesday he came to work so we could finish signing our wills. Now we're all nice and legal. On Thursday he missed our appointment with Investor's Group because of a last minute meeting at work. Oh well, it didn't matter too much. We were just transferring everything we had in Flin Flon here and it was all in my name anyway. I picked up some A&amp;amp;W on the way home for supper and that's when it happened. The Flu. Ug, it's been terrible. I was so sore everywhere and tired and either freezing or sweating. Friday night, I soaked the sheets regularly. I couldn't sleep, I tossed and turned in gross, sweaty sheets all night. The next morning I had a shower and washed the sheets. Yuck. Saturday wasn't much better. I sat in the chair beside the fireplace and had it blasting until Mark finally turned it off (24 degrees in the house). Thankfully Abby had a good nap in the afternoon so I did too. She hasn't napped at home in a while so I didn't have my hopes up. But she went down and I did too. It only felt like 15 minutes when I heard her crying. I looked at the clock and an hour had past. Mark took Abby to play downstairs so I slept a bit longer. I felt better after that. This morning I woke up feeling 75%. I didn't want to push it so we skipped church and hung around here. By noon I felt like me again. Abby napped again! I went to Walmart to get a couple things and she was still asleep by the time I got home! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was our Valentine's Day meal. Mark is going to Arcola tomorrow for a curling tournament and I figured a Sunday would be a more relaxed day to celebrate anyway. I made feta-stuffed chicken breasts with a cookies and cream cake for dessert. (Cake was bought) It was yummy and surprisingly easy to make. Abby went to sleep like a dream so now I have all evening to finish the cake, watch TV and put up some pictures. Hope everyone has a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I bought a flat iron at Walmart today? I've been looking for a good one but I was worried I'd have to spend a lot of money at some salon. But I found one at Walmart and I tried it out today. It goes up to 410 degrees and it works perfectly! I am so happy! I can finally do my hair!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-7153202860143797646?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/7153202860143797646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=7153202860143797646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7153202860143797646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7153202860143797646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/02/now-where-was-i.html' title='Now Where Was I?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-902982399241571567</id><published>2011-02-11T14:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T14:31:58.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got It</title><content type='html'>The flu. It started last night after supper. We had A&amp;amp;W and I ate a lot of onion rings so I blamed it on that. Then when I woke up this morning, I wasn't feeling too much better. And it slowly got worse. Everything hurts. My stomach is upside down and I am falling asleep. Usually if I am sick, I'll feel terrible in the morning but better by noon and fine after lunch. But not today, just worse. So I dropped off Abby and went to work prepared to tell them that I was going to do any important work they needed me to do but then go home once it was done. I walked in the office and three of the ladies were standing around a computer. They looked up at me and before they even said hi, one lady said, "Oh Emily, you look exhausted! Another rough night?" They are all privy to the poop saga and other tales in the Abby-didn't-sleep-last-night collection. I told them I wasn't feeling well and they told me to go home. I picked a good day to only work 45 minutes. My computer was being worked on so I couldn't use it even if I wanted to. So I stamped all the envelope's (there were a lot - annual returns time) and took the deposit. Then I stopped at the 7-11 (one of the girls at work had this flu and she warned me that it dehydrates you pretty bad) and got a Gatorade. Now I'm going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a pretty busy week but that's another post for another time. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-902982399241571567?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/902982399241571567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=902982399241571567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/902982399241571567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/902982399241571567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-got-it.html' title='I&apos;ve Got It'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-8399912611898244044</id><published>2011-02-04T19:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T19:38:14.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pooper Trouper</title><content type='html'>Nothing to report on the poop report, just loved the title so had to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been tough. It was the start of a new semester and that means new classes and new things to teach. As for me, life has been chugging along. Abby is back to normal so that's a good thing. Still going to the library every Tuesday morning for Toddler Time. It was in the middle of the bad cold snap so there weren't very many kids there. But it's such a good program that I put Abby in her snowsuit so we could go. There were only three other kids there but you know, it was kinda fun that way. So much quieter than normal. But we had a good time. Abby has really blossomed from what she was like when we first starting going. She was so shy and would hardly look at the teacher. Now, she goes up when it's her time to put something on the board or when it's her turn to do something. We always go early so she has a chance to play with the toys. It's fun, there's a play kitchen and she always makes me tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Thursday rolled around, the cold started to leave. I decided to use the morning at home to make cookies. Left them a little too long in the oven but overall, they're fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week done and gone. Hopefully next week will be a bit more sane. I'm getting a hair cut on Wednesday. That should be the highlight of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'd tell you what happened on Monday but I don't have a clue. I know it happened, it must have but I don't recall a single thing about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-8399912611898244044?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/8399912611898244044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=8399912611898244044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/8399912611898244044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/8399912611898244044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/02/pooper-trouper.html' title='Pooper Trouper'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-8853474409997113528</id><published>2011-01-28T19:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T19:38:48.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update #3 or The Poop Scoop</title><content type='html'>Those still interested in the (seemingly) endless saga of Abby's bowels, you are in for a treat. We last left off on Sunday when Abby was still constipated. Later that night she woke up and started crying. We went in and sure enough, a poop that could break a window.  On Monday, she still wasn't feeling good. I went to work but I got a call at 3:30 from the babysitter. I could hear Abby screaming in the background. So I left and went to pick her up. We headed straight to Pharmasave. The pharmacist gave us some lactulose to give her. Everything seemed to be working out. So to speak. No poop but lots (and LOTS) of gas. On Thursday, she started straining and trying to poop. Now I'm thinking that this has gone on too long. I called into work and told them I wasn't coming in. (They are so understanding there. They've all heard the saga of Abby's poop and are very sympathetic. Working with a bunch of moms will do that) I hate going to the doctor and I hate even more, going to the hospital. Not because I have some fear of doctors and hospitals it's just it seems that anytime I think I need to go, the problem clears up and I'm fine. Just wait a couple days and you'll be fine seems to be my motto. But I really couldn't take it any longer. So I pulled out the last batch of muffins that were baking in the oven and packed up Abby. Because it was right at lunch time, no one else was there. We saw a nurse pretty much right away and within half an hour, we saw a doctor. I was feeling kinda funny about the whole thing because Abby was having a great time in the waiting room playing with the toys and magazines. She was running around and laughing looking nothing like the sick patient who needed to see the doctor so urgently! I could also smell her. Pretty bad but I thought this was good. Then the doctor could she what kind of poop stains she was making. So the doctor calls us in. She must have had interns with her because there were three of four young girls with her in scrubs and she was explaining everything to them. So yeah, quite the crowd, the interns, the doctor and a nurse. The doctor got the suppository ready and I got Abby's diaper off. To reveal a big chunk of poop. Cheers broke out! The doctor took a quick look at Abby, felt her tummy and decided that I should keep going on the lactulose and threw the suppository away. (See...just wait and it'll work out!) I cleaned her up and away we went. I drove straight to the grocery store and bought fruit cups (which Abby loves) strawberries and a giant bottle of prune juice (goes down fine with a bit of apple juice). Abby fell asleep in the Jimmy. I guess after a big poop like that, she deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, was just beginning my journey of sickness. I was getting a cold yesterday and am in the thick of it now. Exhaustion, sore throat, runny nose, achy, it's all there. I swear someone strapped an extra 50 lbs on both my legs today. Ug. No fun. So tonight after supper, I took a nap on the couch. Abby was nice enough to lend me her baby to help me sleep. My peaceful slumber was interrupted when I heard her (sitting at the table watching Bible Stories) trying to poop - and crying. But not screaming. And not for very long. She came over to me and took my hand but then decided her stories were more interesting so off she went. My nose is completely stuffed so I couldn't tell if she had actually pooped or not but when she went to visit Daddy, his reaction told me everything. Since it was time for bath, we got her ready and we were treated to a sticky, dark, yucky, need 10 wipes to see skin again poop. Hooray! And it did stink. Even I could tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is an encouraging sign. We're going to continue with the lactulose because there is no problems with taking it for a long time. We're continuing with the prune juice and lots of fruit and hopefully everything will go back to how it is suppose to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weight off my mind. I don't know if I'm going to spend the rest of the evening with a stiff drink in the tub or with a bag of popcorn watching a new movie. Maybe I'll do both. Hmmm, both sounds nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Never leave muffins in the tray to cool off. They continue baking (but just the bottoms) and you're left with hard muffins with burnt bottoms. On the other hand, the tops are the best part anyway. Good thing I still have blueberries left over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-8853474409997113528?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/8853474409997113528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=8853474409997113528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/8853474409997113528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/8853474409997113528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/01/update-3-or-poop-scoop.html' title='Update #3 or The Poop Scoop'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-6351831043611770698</id><published>2011-01-23T19:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:02:12.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update #2</title><content type='html'>So Abby is constipated. I was thinking about that as she was holding my hand, straining and screaming! Then it dawned on me...the last time she pooped was last Wednesday. Remember? I had just decided to potty train Abby. Then she started to poop. I tried to put her on the potty and she ran away screaming. Really should have listened to her. She hasn't pooped since and my theory is because she didn't want to poop in the potty. And don't try and tell me that I need to give her more liquids. Because of all the potty training, I've been pouring juice down her throat in an effort to get her to pee. Ask me if it worked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problems are several-fold. I'm only home in the mornings so she has to wear diapers rest of the day. We go out in the mornings on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Sundays. And most importantly, she doesn't know when she has to pee. She knows exactly what to do, just not when to. Oh, and the one time she pee in the potty... we spent 45 minutes in the bathroom playing Round and Round the Garden, This Little Piggy and reading stories. Then we looked at pictures on my phone and Abby even took a few. Anything, ANYTHING to keep her sitting on the potty. She still didn't go. SO we had lunch. Half way through she decided to try again. 20 minutes later, she looked down to see pee filling up the potty. So when I got all excited about her peeing in the potty, she really just happened to be sitting on the potty when she started to pee. Well, I learned my lesson. I was just so excited to get her potty trained....Next time we try, it will be because she's ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for something completely different...Random Abby shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is just too cute to pass up. She is sitting in her new chair she got Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TTzaliz4qFI/AAAAAAAABVA/XvSB6btuhjQ/s1600/IMG00458-20110123-0945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TTzaliz4qFI/AAAAAAAABVA/XvSB6btuhjQ/s400/IMG00458-20110123-0945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565563578057533522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then she took one of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TTzc4idnZtI/AAAAAAAABVo/haldIvit2Ys/s1600/IMG00461-20110123-0947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TTzc4idnZtI/AAAAAAAABVo/haldIvit2Ys/s400/IMG00461-20110123-0947.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565566103404898002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TTzal01PigI/AAAAAAAABVI/DfvKG2wbYRY/s1600/IMG00461-20110123-0947.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here are a few she took during the potty training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TTzam8aPdfI/AAAAAAAABVg/SyGARvSc978/s1600/IMG00445-20110122-1211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TTzam8aPdfI/AAAAAAAABVg/SyGARvSc978/s400/IMG00445-20110122-1211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565563602109167090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TTzamida62I/AAAAAAAABVY/Td3ZlNs_Ogc/s1600/IMG00453-20110122-1212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TTzamida62I/AAAAAAAABVY/Td3ZlNs_Ogc/s400/IMG00453-20110122-1212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565563595143179106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TTzamAbFELI/AAAAAAAABVQ/pxykMCieHdQ/s1600/IMG00452-20110122-1212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TTzamAbFELI/AAAAAAAABVQ/pxykMCieHdQ/s400/IMG00452-20110122-1212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565563586006552754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And some more random photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TTzc5Z0qcfI/AAAAAAAABWI/kuwX015iW6c/s1600/IMG00441-20110117-1819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TTzc5Z0qcfI/AAAAAAAABWI/kuwX015iW6c/s400/IMG00441-20110117-1819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565566118265516530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TTzc5cgt0rI/AAAAAAAABWA/-qgP5m3iRiY/s1600/IMG00438-20110113-1511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TTzc5cgt0rI/AAAAAAAABWA/-qgP5m3iRiY/s400/IMG00438-20110113-1511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565566118987158194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TTzc5EUpTdI/AAAAAAAABV4/AJ2M831FEZg/s1600/IMG00377-20101207-1251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TTzc5EUpTdI/AAAAAAAABV4/AJ2M831FEZg/s400/IMG00377-20101207-1251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565566112494079442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TTzc43_uctI/AAAAAAAABVw/2nzOHftPkzg/s1600/IMG00324-20101129-1030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TTzc43_uctI/AAAAAAAABVw/2nzOHftPkzg/s400/IMG00324-20101129-1030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565566109185110738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went for a walk today. First one of the year. It was awesome. It was warm outside (but way too windy) so I bundled up Abby and Mark put the sled together and away we went. Across the street to where my friend and her 3 year old daughter were helping shovel the snow. I asked if they wanted to go for a walk with us. We had a great walk and talked the whole way and the girls sat on the sled as I pushed them around. I've been stuck in this house with a toddler in panties who runs to the potty every 10 seconds to not pee and I think it's starting to wear on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-6351831043611770698?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/6351831043611770698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=6351831043611770698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6351831043611770698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6351831043611770698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/01/update-2.html' title='Update #2'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TTzaliz4qFI/AAAAAAAABVA/XvSB6btuhjQ/s72-c/IMG00458-20110123-0945.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-2731461712653802082</id><published>2011-01-21T23:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T23:30:46.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>The dog stinks. Really bad. She also threw up 3 times today. Yes, this and more exciting stories on the weekly update of Emily's blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, 3 times. Only once while Mark was home so I had to clean up dog puke twice! Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two of Operation Potty Training. It's not going so well. I leave her in panties all morning until she goes to the baby sitter's. I give her lots of juice and ask her if she needs to go pee. She always says yes. Then she plops her little bum on the potty and giggles. Then she grabs some toilet paper flushes, throws the toilet paper in the toilet, flushes again. Jumps off the potty, flushes again. Tries to pull up her underpants, pulls them off, pulls them up, pulls them off, throws them in the toilet. then runs around the house, climbs up on her chair to watch stories and pees on the kitchen chair. I'm not too sure if this is just because it's only the second day or because it really is too early. I don't want to give up this easily so I think I'm going to give it a week. If she is still peeing on the kitchen chairs then I'll give up and try again later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess what I'm trying to say is that not all New Year's Resolutions are good ones. I may update regularly but it won't be that interesting. Or appropriate for polite conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Did I mention Abby spilled her apple juice on the bathroom floor while Dee Dee was puking. We are running out of paper towel!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-2731461712653802082?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/2731461712653802082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=2731461712653802082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/2731461712653802082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/2731461712653802082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-3740153910395350989</id><published>2011-01-15T12:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T12:38:47.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Found Them...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TTHmR7Ne8qI/AAAAAAAABU4/eQwF-sxnySw/s1600/DSCF5111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TTHmR7Ne8qI/AAAAAAAABU4/eQwF-sxnySw/s400/DSCF5111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562480210405683874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were out of order of the other pictures so I couldn't see them amid all the Christmas photos. Yep, she picked out that outfit all by herself...except for the pants and the red shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the family pictures done. I was not prepared for how expensive the packages are. Maybe if I had known I wouldn't have been so blown away. (Guess I blew my no-more-being-cheap resolution.) But we settled on a few sheets of some cute shots. A couple family shots and a few more of some super cute Abby shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby got up at 5:00 am this morning. Not fun. However, Mark took her downstairs and played with her so I could sleep some more. She slept for a little while there and I slept for a long while. However, she's supposed to be having a nap now and isn't. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I love 30 Rock. It's hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-3740153910395350989?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/3740153910395350989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=3740153910395350989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/3740153910395350989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/3740153910395350989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/01/found-them.html' title='Found Them...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TTHmR7Ne8qI/AAAAAAAABU4/eQwF-sxnySw/s72-c/DSCF5111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-3850620466378013663</id><published>2011-01-14T19:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T19:35:35.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution</title><content type='html'>I think I've decided on a New Year's Resolution. Or a few. The first real one is to take it easier on myself. Which means a few things...not be so hard on myself about suppers, like if we have spaghetti and meat sauce twice in one week, that's okay. If the laundry doesn't get put away, hey, at least it's clean (in the baskets). And I'm going to buy more clothes, and shoes. I'm not going to be so cheap when it comes to my clothing. I've had the same winter jacket for over 8 years. I remember because I bought it in Hamilton when my sister was pregnant. Most of my clothes I can date back to high school. Not this year. And for the second resolution is to blog more regularly. I think I've settled on Friday evenings....cuz I'm not doing anything else! I have pictures to post. Abby has begun to play dress up and she chose some really interesting pieces. But I can't seem to find them on my memory card. Soon. Next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, for those who are interested, I am now a Virgo.&lt;br /&gt;Libra (the balance) is said to be the most desired Zodiac Sign. You are  charming, good looking, gentle and kind. You are a good judge of  character and have many good friends. You do not like it when your  decisions are challenged, and are impatient with people who criticize  you. You hate people who are cruel to others. Libras enjoy the arts more  than science, so a career in the arts would be a good choice. You will  understand other people's views and sympathize with them. A negative  Libraian (there aren't many) flirts and seems shallow. They also are  impatient with a daily routine.   Sounds like me? Well, not anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Virgos are creative, delicate, and intelligent. You love to have  everything in order, but are also patient. You are very observant,  which can lead you to be judgmental. Some people may think that you are a  cold person, because you rarely show your emotions. You also have a lot  of charm and dignity, although you may not have many friends, due to  your troubles with showing your feelings. Virgos are more followers than  leaders. You are always logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-3850620466378013663?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/3850620466378013663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=3850620466378013663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/3850620466378013663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/3850620466378013663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolution.html' title='Resolution'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-7687780649378189590</id><published>2011-01-07T19:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T20:00:02.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Has It Been a Week already?</title><content type='html'>Well, no, only 6 days but close enough. And I am exhausted! I didn't even work a full week! Abby has started this wonderful little tradition of waking up in the middle of the night and screaming at the top of her lungs. I think it's her teeth. Last night was the first night she slept through. The night before that, she screamed for almost an hour. (When she used to wake up, we'd let her cry and she'd relax and go back to sleep) When it became apparent that she was not going to relax and go back to sleep, Mark went in to find she had taken off her pajamas, was shivering and her diaper was about to explode (pee). So he changed her, put her pjs back on and told her to go to sleep. She cried a couple times then... silence. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and I have been working on our wills lately. One of the perks of working for a lawyer! It's actually very straightforward. I guess it pays not to have large investments or a multimillion dollar company. Whew! I know a lot of people think it's morbid to talk about wills and what you want to happen when you die but I just don't see it that way. We buy fire insurance, and car insurance. No biggie. And now with Abby, we need to make sure she is taken care of. So we finally have the ball rolling. We bought a kit when we were still in Flin Flon and we tried to fill it out but we got sidetracked and confused and we started to think we needed a lawyer anyway. And then we moved. So it's been over a year since we started talking about it. It was time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of about time...Roberto Alomar was just inducted to the Baseball Hall of Fame. I don't know under which team but I can't think of any argument to be made for any team other than the Blue Jays. He had his best years there, won five gold Gloves there, and helped his team to two World Series there. I guess we'll see in the days to come. It's just good to see that he got in...in only his second year of being eligible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and I have signed up for &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/appletv/"&gt;Apple TV&lt;/a&gt;. It looks really good and since we don't have cable anymore, we were looking for something to watch. The best part is that we can put all our DVDs on it and watch them on TV without needing to put them in the DVD player. Then we can put them on the IPhone and stick it in the portable DVD player when we go on a trip. We could bring all our movies along! And we can download anything from ITunes and watch it. Nice. I think I'm going to like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-7687780649378189590?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/7687780649378189590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=7687780649378189590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7687780649378189590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7687780649378189590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/01/has-it-been-week-already.html' title='Has It Been a Week already?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-711562190723502121</id><published>2011-01-01T13:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T13:36:09.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Post!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everybody. Hope last night wasn't too rough on you! I  made it up to midnight! I haven't done that in years! Well, the last few  days have been crazy! We celebrated 4 Christmases - and none of them  were actually on the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;! Oh well, it doesn't really matter to me,  Jesus wasn't really born on December 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, so it shouldn't matter what  day we all get together to celebrate it. On the 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;, we packed up the  family and drove to Regina for our second Christmas (the first was our  immediate family a few days before). It was a nice time. Lots of food  and family. Plus a visit from my best friend. Awesome. Abby had a good  time playing with her cousins. On Christmas Eve, we drove to Swift  Current to see my Grandma and aunts and uncles and cousins. Abby had her  first nap in a big girl bed. She did very well - must have been very  tired! We had another great visit and even more food! Then it was off to  Moose Jaw. In no time, all the family gathered. Four couples with five  children invaded the house but I don't think they minded! Abby fell in  love with her youngest cousin - only 3 weeks old. Anytime I was holding  her, she would climb in me lap and want to hold her. So I would hold the  baby in Abby's lap. She would try and rock her, pat her leg, then give  her little kisses on her forehead and say, "oh baby, no cry baby". That  little girl is going to make a great mommy one day. I have no idea where  she gets it from. I never like kids like that when I was young. I was  worried about her being rough with the baby or jealous I was holding  her, but I shouldn't have worried. Abby was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TR9-7BN6p7I/AAAAAAAABUw/mPnzc6OyHLo/s1600/IMG_1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TR9-7BN6p7I/AAAAAAAABUw/mPnzc6OyHLo/s400/IMG_1338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557300017602668466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TR9-Td7_WWI/AAAAAAAABUI/vRjcY8kzgQ4/s1600/DSCF5006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TR9-Td7_WWI/AAAAAAAABUI/vRjcY8kzgQ4/s400/DSCF5006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557299338117339490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TR9-T8TZA5I/AAAAAAAABUY/40y1oSAUr3w/s1600/DSCF5061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TR9-T8TZA5I/AAAAAAAABUY/40y1oSAUr3w/s400/DSCF5061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557299346268554130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TR9-Tsv0jbI/AAAAAAAABUQ/c1CqPQuAvcc/s1600/DSCF5036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TR9-Tsv0jbI/AAAAAAAABUQ/c1CqPQuAvcc/s400/DSCF5036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557299342092832178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're taking it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;easy&lt;/span&gt;. Mark still has a few days off - I'm back at work. Last night we had fondue. We had the cheese one for supper (Abby also had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;). A the last minute, we decided to only make half the cheese. But we had already put in the full amounts of everything else so it turned out a little different than it should have. Oh well, next time. After Abby went to bed, we made the chocolate fondue. Wow, was it ever rich! Maybe a touch more milk next time. We put in a movie around 11:00 pm and made some wings. We almost finished the movie but we were so tired. At least we made it past midnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TR9-UO5UC8I/AAAAAAAABUg/_6VjNBamVaI/s1600/DSCF5104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TR9-UO5UC8I/AAAAAAAABUg/_6VjNBamVaI/s400/DSCF5104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557299351259450306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TR9-Um8aQkI/AAAAAAAABUo/J4gUc2IDk2k/s1600/DSCF5105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TR9-Um8aQkI/AAAAAAAABUo/J4gUc2IDk2k/s400/DSCF5105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557299357714891330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't made any New Year's Resolutions this year. Usually I do but I haven't even thought about it until just now. I could go back to the old, try and walk more, be more patient with Abby, play more etc. But I don't know. Maybe I'll try to think of a good one and let you all know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-711562190723502121?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/711562190723502121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=711562190723502121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/711562190723502121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/711562190723502121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-post.html' title='New Year, New Post!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TR9-7BN6p7I/AAAAAAAABUw/mPnzc6OyHLo/s72-c/IMG_1338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-247951211012509022</id><published>2010-12-21T09:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T09:48:07.401-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love VeggieTales!</title><content type='html'>Abby is quietly sitting in the kitchen watching VeggieTales on the computer. This has allowed me a few minutes to myself. I have done the dishes, loaded the washing machine (twice!) and am now updating my blog. This rocks. Why didn't I think of this sooner. Now I know I can't plop her in front of a show all the time but it's a nice break! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We opened our Christmas presents this weekend. (pictures on Facebook) We are going away for the Christmas break so instead of lugging them with us, we decided to open them early. That and we couldn't wait anymore. We opened stockings on Saturday night and the big ones on Sunday. Then we went to church. We were going to drive around after supper to look at the lights but we completely forgot. Abby goes to bed so early and we usually like to just relax before bed. Oh well, maybe tonight, but I doubt it cuz we have to pack! I'm getting really excited about seeing everyone again. I can't wait to see Abby play with all her cousins. She's getting better at playing with kids. She loves playing Ring-around-the-rosie. She runs up to me and yells Ashies, Ashies! Then she runs around in a circle and falls down. And pulls you down too. I can't wait for cousins to play that with her!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-247951211012509022?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/247951211012509022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=247951211012509022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/247951211012509022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/247951211012509022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-love-veggietales.html' title='I Love VeggieTales!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-1452297997814686044</id><published>2010-12-11T12:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T12:34:31.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>I've been so busy lately...and tired that I haven't had a chance to update lately. And I guess there's not too much to update about! Life has been going along as normal. It's getting colder and tougher to get outside. Abby refuse to wear her hat and mitts or as she calls it, mees. But she likes her scarf. And loves her boots. Except when we're in the Jimmy at which point she kicks them off with great vigour. Let's just say it's easier to stay inside. On Thursday, we ran a bunch of errands and Abby had a bunch of meltdowns. On the way from the Jimmy to the store, Baby's hat fell off. Abby is very protective of Baby's hat and when it went missing, she demanded we go back and find it. It was blowing and snowing out and I had no desire to go back out but Abby was determined and unwilling to go any farther into the store. So we turned around and tarted back to the Jimmy when a vehicle pulled up and a lady got out. She had Baby's hat and asked me if it was Abby's. he saw the hat blowing down the parking lot and went and grabbed it because she figured it must be important. At first she thought it was Abby's but then quickly figured it was for a doll. I was so grateful. If I ever lose that hat, Abby will never forget it! However, the day went downhill from there. The next day, we stayed inside and snuggled and tickled and just had fun. Much better day by far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby is now supposed to be having a nap but she's screaming her head off. I might have to get her. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-1452297997814686044?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/1452297997814686044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=1452297997814686044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/1452297997814686044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/1452297997814686044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-2334213208078137114</id><published>2010-11-21T13:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T13:24:20.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Round II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another day, another Rider game. Let's hope it's a blow out so my heart can take it this week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started to decorate the house yesterday for Christmas. I got the Christmas Village up and we turned on our outdoor Christmas Lights. It's a start. Maybe some time this week I'll get the energy to do the tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TOlwzjR3bRI/AAAAAAAABT8/WGrk3HxLDuI/s1600/DSCF4946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TOlwzjR3bRI/AAAAAAAABT8/WGrk3HxLDuI/s400/DSCF4946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542084847401921810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TOlwcF5QPBI/AAAAAAAABTk/xxlnaZYVhC4/s1600/DSCF4943.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TOlwcF5QPBI/AAAAAAAABTk/xxlnaZYVhC4/s400/DSCF4943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542084444377070610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TOlwdXANarI/AAAAAAAABT0/UtrpoNlPFx0/s1600/DSCF4945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TOlwdXANarI/AAAAAAAABT0/UtrpoNlPFx0/s400/DSCF4945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542084466149518002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TOlwcrTANlI/AAAAAAAABTs/0pisZE_wBgk/s1600/DSCF4944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TOlwcrTANlI/AAAAAAAABTs/0pisZE_wBgk/s400/DSCF4944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542084454417184338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TOlwbVNYHxI/AAAAAAAABTc/1qN7RM0_YDU/s1600/DSCF4950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TOlwbVNYHxI/AAAAAAAABTc/1qN7RM0_YDU/s400/DSCF4950.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542084431308136210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TOlwYzWYQdI/AAAAAAAABTU/QPqHRsttYAs/s1600/DSCF4947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TOlwYzWYQdI/AAAAAAAABTU/QPqHRsttYAs/s400/DSCF4947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542084387859349970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-2334213208078137114?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/2334213208078137114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=2334213208078137114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/2334213208078137114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/2334213208078137114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/11/round-ii.html' title='Round II'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TOlwzjR3bRI/AAAAAAAABT8/WGrk3HxLDuI/s72-c/DSCF4946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-6248992888874254923</id><published>2010-11-14T19:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T19:50:51.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-Flipping-Believable!</title><content type='html'>Just goes to show...don't watch and good things happen. Every time we got fed up and couldn't watch anymore, they scored. At halftime when we went for supper, they scored. After the first OT, and I thought my heart was going to beat right out of my chest and we needed to give Abby a bath...they won. Yeesh. I don't know if I can handle another game like this. (and hopefully another after that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta give it to Lulay. He did some amazing work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap:&lt;br /&gt;Last time we spoke, I was recovering from wisdom teeth extraction. I am almost healed. I can eat food but my jaw is still a bit sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we packed up the truck and drove to Moose Jaw. We had a great visit with Mark's parents...Abby warmed up to her grandparents pretty quick (although Grandpa took a little longer!) On Saturday, we drove to Regina, the boys did some shopping and the girls went to the Craft Show (my mom met us at the show). Then it was time for Abby's nap so I went home with my mom and visited with my parents while Abby slept (for 2 hours!) Mark and his parents continued their shopping. I am so glad Abby and I didn't go. It was so busy downtown and an overtired toddler would've driven us all nuts! When we drove into Regina, it was so foggy. As we were driving, we saw the headlights of a semi pointed at us on the side of the road. And all of the sudden, there was a guy standing in the middle of the right lane (wearing a reflective vest) waving at us to go slower. I mean, he just appeared out of nowhere. Mark had to slam on the brakes. I looked behind me to see what the heck he was doing, and behind us was a car passing a truck - so both lanes were full, the truck couldn't pull over to miss this guy. The truck missed him by about a foot. He slammed on his brakes and pulled over right away. Probably to give him a piece of his -mind..but holy cow, seeing a man splattered on the highway was not on my agenda for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby has discovered how to turn the key lock off on my phone. I give her my phone to play with but I lock out the keys first. Well, she have figured out how to turn it off and dial. So if anyone gets weird call from a little girl who only says Hi, uh huh and yeah and then giggles, it's her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-6248992888874254923?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/6248992888874254923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=6248992888874254923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6248992888874254923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6248992888874254923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/11/un-flipping-believable.html' title='Un-Flipping-Believable!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-1679377147976241036</id><published>2010-11-10T19:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T19:44:10.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups and Downs</title><content type='html'>Our new new dishwasher finally arrived. Mark picked it up after work and installed it last night. It works like a charm. For now. I hope. So one down...one table saw to go. Mark ordered it on October 1st. It arrived in Regina on the 26th. They tried to deliver it but we weren't home. So the next week they couldn't deliver it because they need a special truck to do it. So there it sat. And sat and sat. Yesterday, the delivery company gave it to Jay's. So I waited. I waited until it was time to go to Toddler Time (we were late) and yet it didn't come. It never left Regina. But that was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had a dentist appointment. I have a bad wisdom tooth. It gets infected and very sore. SO I went to the dentist so see if he thought I should have it out. I dropped off Abby at the babysitter and away I went. It was snowing so I took it slow. By the time I got there I was a little nervous. I think he realized that and he was a little hesitant to pull it but I told him I wanted it over with. So he pulled the one that was bothering me and the one on top too. It was growing too far out and would have become a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me shortly after. For lunch I had two bowls of soup and some ice cream. All the swelling has gone down now and it doesn't hurt that bad. I've taken some Advil but more out of precaution than out of need for pain relief. So I guess that's an up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TNtCJ2QXpyI/AAAAAAAABS0/dHlNjnD91js/s1600/IMG00054-20101110-1037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TNtCJ2QXpyI/AAAAAAAABS0/dHlNjnD91js/s400/IMG00054-20101110-1037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538092903732586274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made two cards this week. One for my parent's anniversary and one for my sister's birthday. Well, today in the mail, they came back. They needed 8 more cents. There's a downer. It's my parents anniversary today (at least I called last night). I'll see my mom this Saturday so I guess late is better than never. And my sister is out of town so maybe I'll still get it to her in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a random picture of Abby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TNtCKqxaNiI/AAAAAAAABTM/3_nWt-7rFEg/s1600/IMG00057-20101110-1820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TNtCKqxaNiI/AAAAAAAABTM/3_nWt-7rFEg/s400/IMG00057-20101110-1820.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538092917829809698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-1679377147976241036?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/1679377147976241036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=1679377147976241036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/1679377147976241036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/1679377147976241036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/11/ups-and-downs.html' title='Ups and Downs'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TNtCJ2QXpyI/AAAAAAAABS0/dHlNjnD91js/s72-c/IMG00054-20101110-1037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-7306245566477335514</id><published>2010-11-06T19:17:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T19:58:48.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and Sweet</title><content type='html'>So the saga continues. Our new awesome dishwasher arrived. We set it up. Mark was so proud of himself for installing it himself. I was so impressed with how quiet and clean it was. Everything was going great...Until I went to empty it one morning and there was bunch of water left in the bottom. So I decided to try and drain it. Nothing happened. I tried to run a Quick rinse, nothing happened. I tried everything. Nothing happened. I called the repair number and after navigating my way to a real person, I was told that they are very busy so to call again in an hour. I had to go to work so I just hung up. I left a note for Mark before I left and when I got home, he told me that he had called the number too. But this time he got through. He talked to the repair guy and he already knew what the problem was and had the part order. However, it wasn't going to arrive for another month! AHHH! That's when he suggested we go to Sears and exchange it since it was under the 30 day time limit. So on Thursday, Mark un-installed the dishwasher (found a loose wire) and we returned it. The new one will arrive on Tuesday. The people at Sears were surprised it had stopped working so quickly and were more than happy to give us the exchange. This new one had better work. It's been too long without a dishwasher. And we create a lot of dishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of extra dishes...we had some company come to visit us. Mark's sister and her husband and little boy came yesterday after work. We had a good visit. We saw where Mark worked (that was nice, I had never seen it either). They left his afternoon. It was a quick trip but it was really nice to spend some time together. Abby and Cousin played really well together. They shared pretty good and gave each kisses and held hands. They were so cure together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were about to leave, Mark got a phone call from a friend in Moose Jaw. Their curling team needed another curler and he asked if Mark was interested. So he threw some things together and left the same time as the company. He texted me  couple times. Sounds like he's having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone left, it was so quiet at home and since it was such a nice day, Abby and I went to the park and played for quite awhile. There were a bunch of kids there but Abby didn't mind too much. She loved the swings. But soon it was time to go home and have supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TNYHIR8D-nI/AAAAAAAABSs/qgKQ03gn6i0/s1600/IMG00043-20101106-1524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TNYHIR8D-nI/AAAAAAAABSs/qgKQ03gn6i0/s400/IMG00043-20101106-1524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536620630734273138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, eating the rest of the apple crisp, watching the Rider game. Abby is upstairs happily sleeping the night away. Did I mention about her latest bedtime ritual? Abby has always been a little funny about sleeping. We used to put her in her crib and she would stand there and either watch us go or start crying. (Lately start crying) (this had always bothered me because sometimes it gets cold and I can never put a blanket on her) Well, the last few days she has really been playing with her blanket. Putting it on the floor and wrapping her babies in in, laying on the couch and getting the blanket put on her and her babies. So a couple nights ago when I put her in bed, she grabbed at her blanket. She put her baby on the pillow and I put the blanket over the doll. The next night, she went down next to her baby and I put the blanket on the both of them. So now, she lays right down and I put the blanket over her. I am so happy about this. Now she is all tucked in, she has a blanket in case she gets cold and she goes to sleep right away. I think she may be ready for a big girl bed. We have a mattress sitting in the garage and I can't wait to get it out of there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Cousin taught Abby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-acd1c9cec088b179" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dacd1c9cec088b179%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329938115%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E35CE7D8BE1AD039CA45E15FFB5AEFFFD67D5B3.282356C179520258B86EB6CF440FDCFBC32C5CB4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dacd1c9cec088b179%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D21qB9SPMZ4rP_nqgT_Wk9G6H0iQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dacd1c9cec088b179%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329938115%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E35CE7D8BE1AD039CA45E15FFB5AEFFFD67D5B3.282356C179520258B86EB6CF440FDCFBC32C5CB4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dacd1c9cec088b179%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D21qB9SPMZ4rP_nqgT_Wk9G6H0iQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she kicked the phone out of my hand. What are ya goin' do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-7306245566477335514?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=acd1c9cec088b179&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/7306245566477335514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=7306245566477335514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7306245566477335514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7306245566477335514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/11/short-and-sweet.html' title='Short and Sweet'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TNYHIR8D-nI/AAAAAAAABSs/qgKQ03gn6i0/s72-c/IMG00043-20101106-1524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-1295710643541078305</id><published>2010-10-31T16:26:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T19:25:49.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Life In Pictures</title><content type='html'>I normally don't do this...post a whole bunch of pictures on my blog. Largely because I can only upload 5 pictures at one time and it takes quite a while for them to all load. But today I didn't feel like putting everything on Facebook so here ya go... What we've bee up to these last few days (weeks)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dishwasher broke down last Wednesday night. You may have read something about it in previous blogs. Well, we've gotten along okay without it. Abby likes to help a little too much. But she tries. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TM4SBpOgJwI/AAAAAAAABSc/h8jrcWXz83I/s1600/IMG00018-20101026-0916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TM4SBpOgJwI/AAAAAAAABSc/h8jrcWXz83I/s400/IMG00018-20101026-0916.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534380811540768514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday the new dishwasher arrived and we finally got it hooked up today...it didn't come with all the parts. But it works like a charm. So quiet. Didn't heat up the counter. And best of all, the dishes are sparkling clean. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TM3wPIIBNrI/AAAAAAAABR0/vZn8Al8SUMo/s1600/IMGP4918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TM3wPIIBNrI/AAAAAAAABR0/vZn8Al8SUMo/s400/IMGP4918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534343659778029234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abby has decided she likes to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TM4SBU1EZeI/AAAAAAAABSU/TuJrlE-Vy2s/s1600/IMG00008-20101021-0957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TM4SBU1EZeI/AAAAAAAABSU/TuJrlE-Vy2s/s400/IMG00008-20101021-0957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534380806065382882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got a lot of snow dumped on us the last few days. By the end of today it is almost gone. Yeah Fall weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TM4SA3-PEQI/AAAAAAAABSM/WeWDBTR1iSo/s1600/IMG00023-20101027-2152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TM4SA3-PEQI/AAAAAAAABSM/WeWDBTR1iSo/s400/IMG00023-20101027-2152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534380798319202562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course, who could forget all the drywalling we have done in the garage! Well, it's all done now. And it looks really good. Perhaps some more pictures will be following...especially when Mark gets his new table-saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TM4SAvHbmAI/AAAAAAAABSE/v2M9wvwDJEE/s1600/IMG00006-20101016-1543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TM4SAvHbmAI/AAAAAAAABSE/v2M9wvwDJEE/s400/IMG00006-20101016-1543.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534380795941853186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TM4SAfj68xI/AAAAAAAABR8/S0h_7iE0Id8/s1600/IMG00002-20101016-1538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TM4SAfj68xI/AAAAAAAABR8/S0h_7iE0Id8/s400/IMG00002-20101016-1538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534380791766381330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drywall is really dusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TM4UFEKTVkI/AAAAAAAABSk/_TXVPG_tRcs/s1600/IMG00015-20101023-1915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TM4UFEKTVkI/AAAAAAAABSk/_TXVPG_tRcs/s400/IMG00015-20101023-1915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534383069333771842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't decide what I wanted Abby to be for Halloween. It was between Snow White and a ballerina. So I decided to dress her up in both and see how she looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TM3wOZ6WFBI/AAAAAAAABRk/h9pbIP4guV0/s1600/IMGP4891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TM3wOZ6WFBI/AAAAAAAABRk/h9pbIP4guV0/s400/IMGP4891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534343647372645394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well turns out she's pretty darn cute in anything. But we decided on the ballerina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TM3wOu9TRlI/AAAAAAAABRs/h1l9_o5br-s/s1600/IMGP4894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TM3wOu9TRlI/AAAAAAAABRs/h1l9_o5br-s/s400/IMGP4894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534343653022189138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to two houses. Her friend across the street and one of my coworkers. She walked along the sidewalk and halfway up to the door but then stopped and needed me to carry her. But she did get some candy. Once we got home she even managed to tear into one before I could stop her. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I guess she deserved that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TM3tTtHuxdI/AAAAAAAABQs/KE_D0i9gfiw/s1600/IMG00027-20101031-1605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TM3tTtHuxdI/AAAAAAAABQs/KE_D0i9gfiw/s400/IMG00027-20101031-1605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534340439893525970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halloween jammies. They glow in the dark. Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TM3tTUyIwsI/AAAAAAAABQk/Cc18UUKIR20/s1600/IMG00026-20101030-1918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TM3tTUyIwsI/AAAAAAAABQk/Cc18UUKIR20/s400/IMG00026-20101030-1918.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534340433360503490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-1295710643541078305?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/1295710643541078305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=1295710643541078305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/1295710643541078305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/1295710643541078305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-life-in-pictures.html' title='Our Life In Pictures'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TM4SBpOgJwI/AAAAAAAABSc/h8jrcWXz83I/s72-c/IMG00018-20101026-0916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-9199385340831686612</id><published>2010-10-27T10:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T10:34:48.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Mom</title><content type='html'>For years I have been using my mom's chocolate chip cookie recipe. And it never works for me. If I double the recipe, I'm left with soggy unbearable pucks that only taste good frozen. And if I don't double it, I only get 10 cookies. My mother on the other hand, can bake them and have them turn out perfectly...and I mean perfectly! So a friend of mine was baking a couple months ago and sent over some chocolate chip cookies. They were amazing! So I asked for the recipe. I am baking them today. With the cold winter that has blown it (BLOWN) I needed to do something warm. And so far so good. The recipe made lots of cookies...around 50. And they taste pretty good. Abby just stole one off the counter. Did I mention she has learned how to push a chair to the counter so she can now reach EVERYTHING! I had to put all the knives into a Tupperware container so she wouldn't play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My view this morning...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TMhSiohcDZI/AAAAAAAABQU/vESSDoQqRlo/s1600/DSCF4915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TMhSiohcDZI/AAAAAAAABQU/vESSDoQqRlo/s400/DSCF4915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532762897171352978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abby dressed herself and even managed to grab a cookie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TMhTUA1B8vI/AAAAAAAABQc/xDp9HHxDAbw/s1600/DSCF4919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TMhTUA1B8vI/AAAAAAAABQc/xDp9HHxDAbw/s400/DSCF4919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532763745509569266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-9199385340831686612?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/9199385340831686612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=9199385340831686612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/9199385340831686612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/9199385340831686612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/10/sorry-mom.html' title='Sorry Mom'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TMhSiohcDZI/AAAAAAAABQU/vESSDoQqRlo/s72-c/DSCF4915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-6808354914180212951</id><published>2010-10-21T18:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T19:19:57.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Should Have Been My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>It was a great day today. Despite the beginning..Abby and I were playing in the basement and she slammed the door to my craft/music room. The force of it made a tile fall down from the ceiling. I went over to see the damage. At first it just looked like the tile fell but then I noticed water all over the place! The tile was soaked. And the tile next to it was soaked too!! I called Mark and luckily it was still early and he could come home and see what happened. It turned out to be the dishwasher. Last night it was extra loud and after school he checked it out and it was just pouring out water! We wanted a new dishwasher anyway but this is a bit earlier than we anticipated. It never got dishes very clean and left crumbs and scorched a few pots of mine! We went to Sears tonight and there is a really nice one (that will match the rest of our appliances ) on sale tomorrow. So I get to have a new dishwasher for my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the good things..&lt;br /&gt;The cheque finally came from selling the house. (Just in time to pay for the dishwasher!)&lt;br /&gt;I finally bought my birthday purse. I found a wallet that matches too.&lt;br /&gt;Abby was really good while I took a half and hour to decide on my purse.&lt;br /&gt;It was Credit Union day and they were giving out donuts and other yummy  treats. I had to go twice for work so I got lots of chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;My coworkers told me that they're buying me lunch tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I finally figured out how to text on my new phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-6808354914180212951?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/6808354914180212951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=6808354914180212951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6808354914180212951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6808354914180212951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/10/today-should-have-been-my-birthday.html' title='Today Should Have Been My Birthday!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-281602194649243336</id><published>2010-10-20T18:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T19:05:31.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trouble With Blogging</title><content type='html'>I've noticed a trend lately. Whenever I get the urge to blog, I'm nowhere near a computer. When I do have a spare moment, I'm either too tired or lack the motivation to type out my thoughts. Mark and I have been so busy lately. We started hanging drywall on Saturday and have used every spare moment to do that. After supper until Abby goes to bed and then right back our again.  I'm really starting to hate drywall and actually starting to hate the garage a bit now too! I'll feel better once the drywall is up and the garage can be used for it's intended purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I do have a spare moment. Mark is at school for an open house and Abby is screaming her lungs out not going to sleep. I have no pressing needs to take care of. Imagine, one whole hour to myself! I plan to eat the last blueberry muffin and waste the hour surfing pointless and unintelligent things on the Internet. Intellectual junk food for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Abby just stopped crying and this muffin is delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-281602194649243336?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/281602194649243336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=281602194649243336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/281602194649243336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/281602194649243336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/10/trouble-with-blogging.html' title='The Trouble With Blogging'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-5186571402267526147</id><published>2010-10-11T11:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T14:24:37.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Weekend</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving everyone. We've had a pretty good weekend. Abby is still a bit under the weather but she is still happy and playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to Winnipeg on Saturday morning. It was fairly uneventful. We did take a wrong turn but it took us to the same spot anyway and it was a good highway too. So I guess that was our adventure! Once we got into Winnipeg, we checked in and went to visit Grandpa. We had supper with him in his building. Then we visited for awhile and said goodnight. Grandpa was getting tired and so was Abby. She didn't have a nap int he truck so she had an early bedtime. After she fell asleep, we turned the TV back on until it was time for us to sleep. But we didn't sleep very long. Abby woke up around 4am and decided it was time to play. So we did. Around 6am or so, she got tired again and fell asleep stretched over me. I decided that was a good idea and closed my eyes for a couple hours. Mark however, stayed awake the rest of the morning. Eventually it was time to get up and go over to get Grandpa for breakfast. He hopped up in the truck (pretty impressive actually) and we drove to Perkins. We ate and talked for awhile and then it was time to go. It was a long drive back. Abby only slept for 30 minutes and that was the last 30 minutes of the drive.&lt;br /&gt;(We never made it to the music store. It didn't open until noon and we didn't feel like driving all through the city just to wait in the parking lot for an hour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, we went outside. Mark put up the Christmas lights and Abby and I played with her new slide. (A friend of Mark's dropped it off for Abby - awesome) At first, she was a little unsure, but she loves it now. Then we raked all the leaves and played some more. Good morning.  Now we're just starting supper. Roast bison. Should be good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-5186571402267526147?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/5186571402267526147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=5186571402267526147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/5186571402267526147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/5186571402267526147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/10/thanksgiving-weekend.html' title='Thanksgiving Weekend'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-468906590767489135</id><published>2010-10-08T12:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T12:35:04.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That Was Fast</title><content type='html'>Remember how I said this wasn't a good way to start the weekend? Well, things are looking up. I found a store that stocks dobros and we're going to try and go to it. Mark got an email saying our phones are being shipped today. (We finally broke down and bought new cell phones - &lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/ca/browse/home/shop_iphone/family/iphone"&gt;Mark&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.bestbuy.ca/en-CA/product/blackberry-telus-blackberry-pearl-9100-smartphone-pink-3-year-agreement-9100/10145095.aspx?path=9dc05a142c093b1e9e79457dc510477cen02"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;.) Then, when I went and got the mail, there was a letter from SGI apologising for the delay in Mark's Rider Plate (yes, he got a rider plate!) and that they are working hard to fix the problem and his plate will come as soon as possible. In the stack of mail there was also a large envelope so I opened it - &lt;a href="http://www.sgi.sk.ca/sgi_pub/vehicle_insurance/roughrider_plates.html"&gt;Mark's Rider Plate&lt;/a&gt;. It's from the second batch so there is 1 before the R. It's still pretty slick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And best of all, Abby is feeling a bit better. Her nose is still running like crazy but she's not upset and she's not coughing. In fact, she's (trying) to have a nap now. Last Sunday when we put her down, she cried for the whole nap. Never did fall asleep. I hope today she gets a better sleep. I hope she doesn't forget how to nap here. During the week she naps at the babysitter's. She's still crying. But slowing down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to sleep little one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-468906590767489135?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/468906590767489135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=468906590767489135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/468906590767489135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/468906590767489135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/10/that-was-fast.html' title='That Was Fast'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-4392828118413141937</id><published>2010-10-08T08:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T10:44:01.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not A Good Way to Start the Weekend</title><content type='html'>So minutes after I posted my last post, I decided to checks on those dobros again. The website has a section where you can check to see if they have the instrument in stock. Every single dobro was out of stock. Everywhere. In Canada. The only dobro in stock available through Long and McQuade in all of Canada is in Saskatoon. Boo. So that sucks. But this morning, I tried other stores. If Winnipeg is known for something, it's known for having your car broken into. Okay, that and music. Looks at The Guess Who, BTO, Crash Test Dummies, Chantal Kreviazuk and many others. So there had to be other music stores. Lots. Well I found one that stocks dobros and I will hopefully try to get there this weekend. It's even open on Sunday. But it's on the other side of town so that might be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby woke up this morning coughing and sniffling. When Mark picked her up she was covered in boogies. She is so stuffed up and it's draining quite a bit. So I phoned the babysitter and my work and told them I wasn't comfortable leaving her. I feel a little guilty because it is the Friday before the long weekend and it's like I'm trying to take an extra day off. She probably could go. But I look at her and think...how would I feel if another mother brought in her kid when she clearly has a cold. I'd be ticked that she put my child in contact with her! Plus, there is nothing so pressing at work that someone else can't do it. They've told me several times that if I'm sick or if Abby is sick, take the day and someone can fill in. So Abby is still in her pajamas eating apple sauce out of the jar. I'm in my comfy pants doing some laundry and blogging. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself this afternoon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-4392828118413141937?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/4392828118413141937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=4392828118413141937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/4392828118413141937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/4392828118413141937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-good-way-to-start-weekend.html' title='Not A Good Way to Start the Weekend'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-104011269777419638</id><published>2010-10-07T20:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T20:28:38.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rut Breaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm ready for a break. For a change. For a chance to get away. So we're taking the long weekend and going to Winnipeg to visit Mark's Grandpa and maybe some other family as well. While I'm not looking forward to all the driving (5 hours) it will be a lot better than if we were coming from Flin Flon. And we haven't seen Grandpa in a long time. Plus it's good to get away every now and then. And really good to go to Winnipeg for some shopping! I only have one thing on my list...a purse. Mark promised me one for my birthday and I've been looking but I'm picky and won't settle for one I don't love. But my current purse is starting to fall apart and the zipper has completely broken and now hanging in the purse. (Not good) So hopefully I can find one in Winnipeg. The one other thing I am looking for (dream list) is a squareneck resonator guitar or as it is commonly known...a dobro. (Dobro is a brand name like Kleenex. People just say dobro to refer to them all like people say Kleenex to refer to all facial tissues)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TK580_ECtUI/AAAAAAAABQE/OfCRbCe3VoQ/s1600/dobro_new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TK580_ECtUI/AAAAAAAABQE/OfCRbCe3VoQ/s400/dobro_new.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525491042553607490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You play it with one of these in your left hand...&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TK580vYGbJI/AAAAAAAABP8/SwhQEoR5Atg/s1600/steel.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 290px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TK580vYGbJI/AAAAAAAABP8/SwhQEoR5Atg/s400/steel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525491038342769810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hold it like this...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TK5_2gK-8OI/AAAAAAAABQM/hZWOgeDgppY/s400/Lapstyle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525494367155843298" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TK580vYGbJI/AAAAAAAABP8/SwhQEoR5Atg/s1600/steel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TK580R9Z0nI/AAAAAAAABP0/Ert0Tl0DrQA/s1600/dc-055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TK580R9Z0nI/AAAAAAAABP0/Ert0Tl0DrQA/s400/dc-055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525491030446166642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you've heard most country songs, then you've heard it. It sounds like a steel guitar but a bit different. It's on songs like Travelin' Soldier, When God Fearin' Women Get the Blues and What Was I Thinkin'. Geez, none of these songs know how to end their words properly. That's country for you. Anyway, I'm hoping to hit Long and McQuade because they seem to be the only store that carries them and try one out. I'm not going to buy one this weekend but I'd like to know if I at least like it. Then I can save my birthday money. Otherwise, I can give it up and try something simpler like a regular guitar. I just hope these enough time to get to the store. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm ready for some adventure, something new. Something different. I think the routine is starting to get to me. I tell when I start to wonder if all I'm living for is the weekend that it's time for a break. I need to get out and break the monotony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here we go...wish me luck!&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/30599862-104011269777419638?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/104011269777419638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=104011269777419638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/104011269777419638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/104011269777419638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/10/rut-breaker.html' title='Rut Breaker'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TK580_ECtUI/AAAAAAAABQE/OfCRbCe3VoQ/s72-c/dobro_new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-1061813308062010318</id><published>2010-09-28T07:48:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T08:08:49.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New(s)</title><content type='html'>Seriously CBC, get all the facts before you write up a story. Now you have a province and perhaps a country with their panties in a twist over something they don't understand. The headline read "Saskatoon schools go easy on plagiarism." First, it's not just Saskatoon, it's Saskatchewan. And second, they are not going easy on plagiarism and late assignments or other behavioural issues. It's in how the schools (teachers) are doling out the consequences. If I understand this correctly (after being informed by my teacher husband) the fact that you plagiarised your book report does not accurately reflect on how much (or not) you know. It just shows that you are a lazy sad sack who has no morals and cheated. (Oh Susan, I miss your beginning of the year rant on plagiarmism. It scared the poop out of me everytime and I had no intention of cheating) So instead of reflecting that in your marks - automatic zero - you have a different consequence -repeat the assignment and detention. Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet CBC has no mention of this. No, they would much rather publish something sensational and get everyone upset and fearing for our future! I should really know better and yet I got sucked up in the story too. All I could think of was what our students are going to face once they make it to university (if they even make it at all!) It just ticks me off because now we have a province under attack thinking we are not dealing with the issues of plagiarism and lazy teaching. What we really have is a case of lazy reporting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a less contentious note, on Sunday, Abby started Treasure Seekers. It's the Sunday School program for 2-3 year olds. I was really nervous about leaving her. She seems so young for two (She won't be two until Friday). She can't really talk and she's still in diapers. Can she handle it? So before church started, we took her over and signed her in. She bawled as we left. As I rounded the corner, I could still hear her. But once the service started, I relaxed. After all, she is in an age appropriate place where she can have a snack, make a craft and do other toddler things, Mark and I can actually pay attention to the message and those around us are not distracted by a little girl constantly asking for a cookie or something to play with. So after all that, she did great. She had fun, was a bit shy, but had a big smile on her face when we went to pick her up. My baby is growing up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-1061813308062010318?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/1061813308062010318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=1061813308062010318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/1061813308062010318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/1061813308062010318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/09/whats-news.html' title='What&apos;s New(s)'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-2749608462673722281</id><published>2010-09-27T17:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T19:49:00.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Has Arrived!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it was a beautiful day today. Summer heat and Autumn colours. So I packed up Abby and Dee Dee in the Jimmy and we took a drive around town to capture some of the sights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TKEwgpdcPeI/AAAAAAAABPk/0Yp-3juRHqQ/s1600/DSCF0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TKEwgpdcPeI/AAAAAAAABPk/0Yp-3juRHqQ/s400/DSCF0850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521747955576225250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TKEwgIyXcZI/AAAAAAAABPc/W6hRzTQzBiE/s1600/DSCF0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TKEwgIyXcZI/AAAAAAAABPc/W6hRzTQzBiE/s400/DSCF0846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521747946805621138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TKEwf08JKKI/AAAAAAAABPU/3dKvYZJpZMY/s1600/DSCF0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TKEwf08JKKI/AAAAAAAABPU/3dKvYZJpZMY/s400/DSCF0844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521747941477918882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TKEwfW6OYcI/AAAAAAAABPM/85jhaIVwpkc/s1600/DSCF0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TKEwfW6OYcI/AAAAAAAABPM/85jhaIVwpkc/s400/DSCF0843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521747933416808898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got lost going out of town and wound up driving around in the farmland. There were quite a few horses and I even saw a couple girls horseback riding. I eventually found my way back to the highway. It was a nice drive, going to do it again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TKEwg_YgJ7I/AAAAAAAABPs/loFX014CauI/s1600/DSCF0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TKEwg_YgJ7I/AAAAAAAABPs/loFX014CauI/s400/DSCF0855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521747961461090226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-2749608462673722281?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/2749608462673722281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=2749608462673722281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/2749608462673722281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/2749608462673722281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-has-arrived.html' title='Summer Has Arrived!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TKEwgpdcPeI/AAAAAAAABPk/0Yp-3juRHqQ/s72-c/DSCF0850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-1031091214904597429</id><published>2010-09-25T13:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T13:29:25.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Na Dun</title><content type='html'>That's how Abby says All done. Her words are getting better. She has a few more and the ones she already had are clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for those of you who aren't on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, I'll let you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; what foolish thing I did yesterday. I wanted to be cool and wear heels like everyone else in the office, so I did. I didn't last the day...and by day I mean three hours. This is what my toe looked like last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TJ5L2xDqd8I/AAAAAAAABOs/_qoGXbGe-os/s1600/DSCF0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TJ5L2xDqd8I/AAAAAAAABOs/_qoGXbGe-os/s400/DSCF0827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520933597456529346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have got a better shot but Mark told me to put the camera away, "this is not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;photoshoot&lt;/span&gt;!" There's another blister the size of a nickel on the bottom of my foot too. Back to my black runners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was finally a nice day so we got outside and cut down all the flowers and other assorted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;plantlife&lt;/span&gt; in the backyard. Here's Abby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TJ5L3kC3cYI/AAAAAAAABO8/6OdzBF9UryE/s1600/DSCF0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TJ5L3kC3cYI/AAAAAAAABO8/6OdzBF9UryE/s400/DSCF0832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520933611143393666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TJ5L4SejkvI/AAAAAAAABPE/SVerj5sroXQ/s1600/DSCF0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TJ5L4SejkvI/AAAAAAAABPE/SVerj5sroXQ/s400/DSCF0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520933623607562994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TJ5L3bFlZUI/AAAAAAAABO0/0GjCxR8CgvM/s1600/DSCF0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TJ5L3bFlZUI/AAAAAAAABO0/0GjCxR8CgvM/s400/DSCF0831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520933608738874690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to get it all done. And now I am very tired so I think I will lay down for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-1031091214904597429?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/1031091214904597429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=1031091214904597429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/1031091214904597429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/1031091214904597429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/09/na-dun.html' title='Na Dun'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TJ5L2xDqd8I/AAAAAAAABOs/_qoGXbGe-os/s72-c/DSCF0827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-6492528649305891421</id><published>2010-09-24T22:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T22:19:06.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Until I'm Happy</title><content type='html'>So I created an entire new blog. I even managed to import this blog into the new one so I wouldn't lose anything. I copied all my links and set up everything the way I wanted it. Then I noticed as I way reformatting everything, that there was an extra gadget. Gadgets are extra things you can add to your blog like a Links list, or a weather window or a counter. Well, I had one that seemed to serve no purpose. Then I looked at the html code carefully. Now I am very ignorant when it comes to html code. If it doesn't say what it is in the code then I don't have a clue what it does. Well, this one had the word photobucket in it. The same photobucket in the photobucket icon that kept popping up denying me the chance to use a cool template for my blog. I removed it and voila! I could use whatever background with whatever template I wanted to! Whoo-hoo! Something I wished I had known about an hour and a half ago!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now no one will have to update their bookmarks or try and remember my new address. And I won't have to reset my favourites. Not like I had anything better to do on a Friday night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-6492528649305891421?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/6492528649305891421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=6492528649305891421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6492528649305891421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6492528649305891421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/09/until-im-happy.html' title='Until I&apos;m Happy'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-7847305444450009737</id><published>2010-09-24T20:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T21:02:07.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Happy</title><content type='html'>I think I might have to change my blog. All because I can never seem to be satisfied with my background. I look around and see what awesome templates everyone has and when I try to change mine, I can't. It either won't show the picture and displays a lovely message that the image won't be displayed or only shows the picture going a couple inches down the screen. I don't know what to do to fix it so I think I'm going to scrap this blog and start fresh. I'll keep you posted on what the new address will be. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-7847305444450009737?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/7847305444450009737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=7847305444450009737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7847305444450009737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7847305444450009737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/09/never-happy.html' title='Never Happy'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-8890682265307522020</id><published>2010-09-15T19:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:05:39.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Abby Moments</title><content type='html'>Random Stories on just how much of a goofball Abby is...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. Abby Pees, or How I learned to stop worrying and learn to love laminate flooring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abby loves to run around naked (who doesn't!) Every night when we get ready for bed, I undress her and set her down and the floor and tell her to go get in the tub. Some nights she runs to the bathroom, some nights she runs around the house giggling like a crazy person. This particular night, she took off running to my bedroom. Mark chased after her. He found her in the corner by his night-table. Then I hear..."Oh, Em, she peed!!" Sure enough, there is my daughter, butt naked standing beside a small puddle. So a quick wipe and we're done. I was laughing but Mark didn't think it was as funny seeing as it was his side of the bed she peed on. At least that night she didn't pee in the tub! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Early onset OCD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abby loves to play with wallets. She usually grabs mine and takes as many cards out as she can before I take it away from her. Tonight, she grabbed Mark's wallet and climbed halfway up the stairs. She was so quiet and good that I didn't mind that she was taking all the cards out of his wallet. Hey, it wasn't my wallet. And Mark wasn't getting off his chair to stop her. So when it was time for bath and I saw what she had done, I burst out laughing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TJF488mWQ9I/AAAAAAAABN8/tI38KNNH_Yk/s1600/09-15-10_1855.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TJF488mWQ9I/AAAAAAAABN8/tI38KNNH_Yk/s400/09-15-10_1855.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517324006960022482" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TJF47n0RbZI/AAAAAAAABNs/b7zXAVKnbe0/s1600/09-15-10_1851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TJF47n0RbZI/AAAAAAAABNs/b7zXAVKnbe0/s400/09-15-10_1851.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517323984201411986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She took out every single card out of his wallet and carefully lined them up along the stairs. And she was so proud of herself. I don't know whether to be amazed or concerned!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-8890682265307522020?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/8890682265307522020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=8890682265307522020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/8890682265307522020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/8890682265307522020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/09/random-abby-moments.html' title='Random Abby Moments'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TJF488mWQ9I/AAAAAAAABN8/tI38KNNH_Yk/s72-c/09-15-10_1855.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-7152420749680812503</id><published>2010-09-09T20:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T20:56:51.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Risky Business</title><content type='html'>So a couple days ago, it was Saturday actually. I know this because Mark was out of town. I hear a knock at my front door. I open it to see a young man dressed in a nice black suit. He quickly assures me that he is not asking for money or pushing religion, but in fact offering a great promotion on vacuum cleaners and can clean one area of my house for a great discount! He hands me a simple piece of paper (laminated) with the promotion on it. I never got the name of the company or really any information from it. He then quickly goes on and asks me which room has the highest traffic. I laugh and say well, the kitchen and living-room but it's tile and laminate. He is not discouraged and again quickly repeats that he can do one room - so where is it, let's get going. This guy is getting excited about carpets! All I can think is that Mark isn't home and there is no way I am letting some stranger into my house. Abby is looking a little concerned and Deeds is very interested but then again she always is. I really don't think Dee Dee can attack should the need arise. But he keeps insisting then pulling out the guilt - he needs three appointment a day. Well, sorry buddy, I can't help you out. As he left, I locked the deadbolt and wrote down his description. I thought about calling the police but then called myself paranoid. But when I did leave the house later on, I didn't lock up the dog just in case someone came back and decided to help themselves. That piece of paper? He took it back. And when he left, I kept thinking - where is his vacuum cleaner? I saw his van driving while I was out. Creepy 15 passenger van. I watched all day out of my front window and must have saw them drive by 5 times. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day I was driving to church and saw the same van pulled over by two police cars and two officers talking to the occupants. I laughed. Guess I'm not as paranoid as I thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday at work, some of the ladies were discussing these guys. I shared my story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today on the news... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;The Estevan Police Service is advising the public that the City of Estevan has decided to cancel the business license of a company known as Plazio Industries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;According to a press release that was issued Wednesday, the company in question has been going door to door in the city conducting high pressure sales of vacuum cleaners. Several complaints have been made to the EPS (Estevan Police Service) as well as members of Estevan city council in regards to the tactics employed the company's sales people.&lt;br /&gt;The reports indicated that the sales representatives are very pushy and once they get inside the home, it is very difficult to get them to leave.&lt;br /&gt;The EPS is asking the public to report any further incidents regarding this company and its representatives. As of this date, the company can no longer legally conduct their business within the city. (Estevan Mercury)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;I'm sure glad I didn't let them in. I didn't even think they were legit. Just a guy scoping out my house is see if there was anything good to steal when he came back later in his van. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-7152420749680812503?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/7152420749680812503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=7152420749680812503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7152420749680812503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7152420749680812503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/09/risky-business.html' title='Risky Business'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-2914887726597981143</id><published>2010-09-07T19:33:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T20:56:26.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who's Talking!</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh, that feels so much better. To have internet again.  What a sweet relief. So what has been happening lately?&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We packed up the budget truck with a housefull of stuff. It's a good thing we got rid of a bunch of furniture because once the truck was crammed full - and I mean crammed full - there was still some stuff left over. But we threw it in the garage and took off. (I simplify)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We really looked like hillbillies! We had the BBQ strapped to the back of the truck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TIb21mrpx3I/AAAAAAAABM0/LtcoE0Ij2mg/s400/DSCF0681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514366194538891122" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to Estevan and with help form Mark's new co-workers, we unloaded. Boxes everywhere. But after a few days, things started finding homes and spaces. In fact, the house looked fairly livable within a few days. It didn't start to feel like home for many later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TIb22dm2PRI/AAAAAAAABM8/ZJXlQEWojSw/s400/DSCF0685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514366209282686226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mark started school. It was quite the adjustment. He can tell you all about it. I learned how to drive around town. I only got lost a couple times. And I remembered how to shoulder-check! This driving in more than one lane is fun!! So in the last few days, Mark is getting better settled in at work and I am getting more comfortable around town. I found the library, the pool (we went on a Saturday evening with Abby for a Family Swim - we were the only people there! It was awesome.) I even went to the farmer's market. We've gone to church a few times now. There are a lot of young families there. Our neighbours across the street go and they have a little girl just a year older than Abby! We've played with her a couple times. And we've played in the backyard. It is so nice to have a backyard. It is entirely fenced in so the dog and Abby can just run around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TIb32tOSYMI/AAAAAAAABNU/N0ESITQU3BU/s1600/DSCF0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TIb32tOSYMI/AAAAAAAABNU/N0ESITQU3BU/s400/DSCF0761.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514367312986267842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TIb310OnKeI/AAAAAAAABNM/Ce4jpdpbqBM/s400/DSCF0748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514367297686809058" /&gt;But the best news came a couple days ago. I had a job interview the day before for a filing job at a law firm. Just three hours everyday in the afternoon. Well, I got the job! I started today. It sounds like it's going to be a good job. It's nice that it's just in the afternoon so I can still have time with Abby. And that wasn't the best news...we had an offer on the house!! It hasn't gone through yet but we're pretty happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the Labour Day Weekend, Mark took the truck back to Flin Flon to bring home the rest of the stuff. Abby and I listened to the game on the radio. It ended just as Mark was pulling into the garage with the truck loaded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TIb23qgb5-I/AAAAAAAABNE/7n0v7XcixAc/s400/DSCF0800.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514366229925324770" /&gt;We had to listen to it on the radio because we didn't get TV and internet until today! It's been tough these last few days without it. I can handle no TV. We just listen to the radio and read. But no internet is really tough. I had to drive over to a friend's house to use his wireless just so I could pay some bills. And then Abby would usually start crying so I would have to rush and end up forgetting something! But now I can do whatever I want whenever I want (as long as she is asleep otherwise she tries to "help"). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So expect a bit more updating from now on. At least more than in the last month!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-2914887726597981143?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/2914887726597981143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=2914887726597981143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/2914887726597981143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/2914887726597981143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/09/look-whos-talking.html' title='Look Who&apos;s Talking!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TIb21mrpx3I/AAAAAAAABM0/LtcoE0Ij2mg/s72-c/DSCF0681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-9061643062688431037</id><published>2010-08-11T19:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T20:03:56.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Update While A I Have A Moment</title><content type='html'>I'm here in Moose Jaw. My dad took the bus to Flin Flon on Sunday and he drove me, Abby and Dee Dee to Regina. It was so awesome of him to come on the bus. I was ready to make the drive alone but that extra pair of hands and an extra set of thoughts really helped out. Plus it was a great opportunity to catch up with him. It's been a long time since we had a good talk. We did hit some massive construction but other than that, it was a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Mark in Estevan on Tuesday evening and Abby and I went back with him. So here we are - for the time being. Soon we will be headed back for Flin Flon. Then all that is left is to pack up the house and drive all our belongings to Estevan. All I can say is that I CAN'T WAIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Sunday that I think I actually realized that I am not only going somewhere great, but I am leaving something pretty great too. We were in church and it was time for the final hymn. Of course, they chose It Is Well With My Soul. They had one of the guys (who is also leaving) come up and help sing the bass part. I stood in the back, holding Abby and cried my eyes out. And I know I wasn't the only person wiping my eyes at the end. After church, there was a party at the lake. That was a lot of fun. I got to say some goodbyes and see you laters. But if we weren't going to such a better place, it would be very hard to leave this one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-9061643062688431037?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/9061643062688431037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=9061643062688431037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/9061643062688431037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/9061643062688431037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/08/quick-update-while-i-have-moment.html' title='A Quick Update While A I Have A Moment'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-1923848733862502039</id><published>2010-08-04T19:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T19:45:36.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Stand</title><content type='html'>I guess I can now officially say it. We got the house in Estevan. Whew! I know a lot of you don't know the details, and frankly this post would get way too long so I'll spare you. Let's just say it's been the most stressful 5 days in my life. The worst part of it is our timing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were in Estevan, the house wasn't technically for sale yet. But once it was, we made an offer. The realtor still needed to officially list it so he couldn't accept our offer right away but he did take it and once it was listed, we put in the offer. We drove back to Flin Flon on Friday and got the call that he needed to fax some papers to us. We don't have a fax machine so we went to the library and waited there for the fax to come. It was a counter offer. But it was fair and reasonable so we accepted it and sent the fax away. We were finished at 4:55pm - 5 minutes before the library closed. (Did I mention this was the Friday before a long weekend? We were two of the few people cursing the long weekend!!) We had just enough time to run home and call the bank (it's an hour behind there - thankfully). The person we were working with before has gone for holidays so we get a new person who is unfamiliar with our file now in charge of whether or not we can get the house. She tells us something very different from the first person. Something not good. Something very not good. Something that made the weekend seem extra long. Oh, did I mention that by the time we got off the phone with the bank, it was 5:00pm their time on the Friday before a long weekend? Yeesh, what is our problem, why can't we ever do anything normal! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the weekend dragged on and finally it was Tuesday. We did some banking and some stuff to get the vehicles ready to move them and went back to the library for another round of faxing. Then it was back home to talk to the bank again. This time she was even more apprehensive. I probably don't need to tell you how we were feeling. Our perfect house, the house we got for an extremely reasonable price, is slipping away because of rigid policies that no one can seem to get through. But at the 11th hour, I guess that was today, the bank phone and the first words out of her mouth, "Congratulations, you own a house in Estevan!" I managed to get off the phone before I started to cry. Yeesh, I'm getting all choked up now. So now it's just the little details to work out. But right now I think I can do anything...like sell a house in Flin Flon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet you're thinking, "Wasn't she going to spare us the details?" The sad part is, I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-1923848733862502039?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/1923848733862502039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=1923848733862502039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/1923848733862502039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/1923848733862502039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/08/here-we-stand.html' title='Here We Stand'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-3768703244481305546</id><published>2010-07-31T19:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T19:52:08.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much To Tell</title><content type='html'>That I don't know where to start. So maybe I'll summarize... nope, can't do that either. Let's just say, things are progressing. slowly but surely. Our house here still hasn't sold and we still haven't bought a house there. But there is a house there that we really like. So we are waiting (im)patiently. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our second trip of the month went pretty smoothly all things considered. But we are very glad to get back. And now that we are back, we are waiting a whole five days before leaving again! Well, actually just Mark. He's moving his friend and he might as well stay since he's starting some classes the next week. I will probably go down a few days later. Just the thought of leaving right away made my stomach lurch! Plus, it will be hard to take care of a dog and a toddler while helping somebody move. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll have to forgive me if I don't post too much in the following month. There is a lot to do and so many changes that it's best I just (try to) summarize once it's all over and we're settled. &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;Me as a bridesmaid...the wedding was beautiful and even though it was a long way, I'm glad we went. Congratulations to the new couple!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TFTSllbFa3I/AAAAAAAABMs/ZzyBeDwuNMA/s1600/DSCF0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TFTSllbFa3I/AAAAAAAABMs/ZzyBeDwuNMA/s400/DSCF0539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500252588068924274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our truck can keep track of the time you spent driving, this is a picture of how long in hours the trip took...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TFTSkk08UYI/AAAAAAAABMc/7K-VXoHtiiU/s1600/DSCF0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TFTSkk08UYI/AAAAAAAABMc/7K-VXoHtiiU/s400/DSCF0629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500252570729075074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how many kms we drove in total...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TFTSkHmjH6I/AAAAAAAABMU/bFjZ0hSuwLo/s1600/DSCF0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TFTSkHmjH6I/AAAAAAAABMU/bFjZ0hSuwLo/s400/DSCF0627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500252562884075426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-3768703244481305546?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/3768703244481305546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=3768703244481305546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/3768703244481305546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/3768703244481305546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-much-to-tell.html' title='So Much To Tell'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TFTSllbFa3I/AAAAAAAABMs/ZzyBeDwuNMA/s72-c/DSCF0539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-7768644742047702040</id><published>2010-07-09T17:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T17:48:45.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Share</title><content type='html'>this little story...&lt;br /&gt;I gave Abby a cookie and then we went into the living room to play. She was climbing over me and when she got off, there were crumbs all over me. I said in a shocked voiced, "Abby! There are crumbs all over Mommy!" Abby jumped up and ran to the kitchen. I hear a drawer being pulled out then her little footsteps running back to me. In her hand, she had a cloth. She sat down next to me and wiped off my shirt until there are no crumbs left. So I told her what a good girl she was for cleaning Mommy's shirt. She giggled then wiped her cookie on me again and immediately wiped it clean again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-7768644742047702040?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/7768644742047702040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=7768644742047702040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7768644742047702040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7768644742047702040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/07/must-share.html' title='Must Share'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-1954042627855158316</id><published>2010-06-25T11:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T11:57:28.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here</title><content type='html'>You know that great smell when you are sitting around a campfire? Well, that's what my backyard smells like. And last night when I let the dog out, a tiny piece of ash fell on my hand. A half hour later, it was raining ash. I guess I should stock up on marshmallows! The fires are burning approx 8 miles out of Cranberry Portage which is only about 50 kms from Flin Flon. But that's along the highway, as the crow flies, it's much shorter. Cranberry is on evacuation alert and some people are leaving. Those at the lakes around here and getting prepared to leave too. I'm concerned and yet, I'm not. I'm as concerned as I was about bears while I was berry picking. It's a possibility but highly unlikely. Besides, it's something way too exciting to ever happen to me. And that's probably for the best. The big problem arises when the smoke gets too thick. Int he evening, the main highway out of town was closed. There are only two highways out of town, and there is a fire growing on the other side now too. So if both fires get bigger, both highways are going to be closed and the only way out of town will be by air. Yeah, all we needed, more stress. We're planning a trip south after Canada Day. Hopefully things will change in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash on the truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TCTmeYNO-PI/AAAAAAAABLc/KDdOO-L3Ggs/s1600/DSCF0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TCTmeYNO-PI/AAAAAAAABLc/KDdOO-L3Ggs/s400/DSCF0128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486763655612528882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A big piece of ash falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TCTmd5Zz4pI/AAAAAAAABLU/MugSFW7vDXQ/s1600/DSCF0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TCTmd5Zz4pI/AAAAAAAABLU/MugSFW7vDXQ/s400/DSCF0125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486763647343780498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from our yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TCTmdkv4MeI/AAAAAAAABLM/yaTeTYrAW98/s1600/DSCF0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TCTmdkv4MeI/AAAAAAAABLM/yaTeTYrAW98/s400/DSCF0123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486763641799193058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kissynew Lake just north of Flin Flon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TCTmdBk1NDI/AAAAAAAABLE/K7X3014Gs10/s1600/cranberry-fire-kisseynew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TCTmdBk1NDI/AAAAAAAABLE/K7X3014Gs10/s400/cranberry-fire-kisseynew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486763632357618738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last 15 days, Dee Dee has been on medication to clear up her skin condition (dry, flaky and ear puss). She had two different pills and ear drops twice a day. One of those pills is Prednisone. Apparently, after an evening of accidents, we realized that it makes Dee Dee drinks lots of water which makes her pee lots. So for the last two weeks, she has spent most of the time outside and for the last week, we've been getting up around 2-4am to let her out. There have been a couple nights where she made it, and a couple nights we didn't get to her fast enough. But she's done the pills now so hopefully she'll go back to normal now. The problem we face now is that she feels comfy outside and doesn't want to come in. I never thought I would have an outside dog. I never liked to see dogs left outside all day and not allowed to come inside and play with the family. But she really doesn't want to come in, I had to drag her in on time. So I guess if she really likes it out there, she can stay. Easier for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taken me quite awhile to put up the Father's Day pictures. We had a nice day. We went to the beach at Baker's Narrows and then had lasagna and chocolate cake for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TCTqzPeVLwI/AAAAAAAABL0/HWVsT4ADf9o/s1600/DSCF0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TCTqzPeVLwI/AAAAAAAABL0/HWVsT4ADf9o/s400/DSCF0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486768412092083970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TCTqyoKZFqI/AAAAAAAABLs/-N1hTQS0Y-w/s1600/DSCF0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TCTqyoKZFqI/AAAAAAAABLs/-N1hTQS0Y-w/s400/DSCF0050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486768401539471010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TCTqzpOjV7I/AAAAAAAABL8/6zNtBBfqp9E/s1600/DSCF0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TCTqzpOjV7I/AAAAAAAABL8/6zNtBBfqp9E/s400/DSCF0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486768419005224882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to update about the house. But I think we have a plan for what we are going to do. It's going to involve some sacrifice but nobody said life was easy. July is going to busy for us anyway. We're going south in a week for a few days then off to Alberta for a wedding near the end of the month. We're going to use the trip to Alberta as a vacation. A vacation for this town, these fires and the mess of the house. We are going to try our best not to think about the house, not to talk about the house or even remember it still exists. The only dealings we will have is if the realtor calls. There is nothing we can do about it anyway, it's not like this is a problem which needs a little more thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something I have been wanting to do since we moved here. I walked Flinty's Boardwalk. It's really beautiful. It goes all the way around the lake then it turns into stairs and continues up the rocks. Since I was pushing Abby in the stroller, we turned around at that point. But it was a nice walk. We left just after 1:30 and didn't get back until 2:45. But it's such a nice walk, it didn't feel that long. It's nice and level, no hills and the path is maintained very well. I took a whole bunch of pictures, I'll just give you a sample...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of Flint's Boardwalk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TCTqz11ZERI/AAAAAAAABME/jL4fO7lt4W0/s1600/DSCF0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TCTqz11ZERI/AAAAAAAABME/jL4fO7lt4W0/s400/DSCF0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486768422389354770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A train going by. The tracks are right beside the path so we got a good look at it. I forgot how loud trains are but Abby didn't mind int he least. This picture is taken near the end of the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TCTq0CW811I/AAAAAAAABMM/hK48oLNtjNU/s1600/IMG00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TCTq0CW811I/AAAAAAAABMM/hK48oLNtjNU/s400/IMG00094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486768425751336786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark has been working on two DVD shelves to match the entertainment centre he made while still interning at Knoll. He brought them home last night. Awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TCTmeo_HIUI/AAAAAAAABLk/umwU29CYJ5g/s1600/IMG00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TCTmeo_HIUI/AAAAAAAABLk/umwU29CYJ5g/s400/IMG00117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486763660116697410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-1954042627855158316?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/1954042627855158316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=1954042627855158316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/1954042627855158316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/1954042627855158316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/06/still-here.html' title='Still Here'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TCTmeYNO-PI/AAAAAAAABLc/KDdOO-L3Ggs/s72-c/DSCF0128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-5848571149281531337</id><published>2010-06-18T12:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T13:28:57.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in Time</title><content type='html'>A long time ago, I think about three years ago, Mark's parents visited us and planted some flowers in our yard. They planted some Tiger Lilies and some Irises. The Tiger Lilies have been blooming for awhile now and are always lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBvFLEr4a7I/AAAAAAAABKM/KPwHb1A-Mkk/s1600/IMGP2632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBvFLEr4a7I/AAAAAAAABKM/KPwHb1A-Mkk/s400/IMGP2632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484193765280738226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Irises have yet to bloom. That is until yesterday. Wham, they opened up with a bang. Here are some pictures of them, probably the only ones I'll ever take of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBvFNDsgN0I/AAAAAAAABKc/ZJOHIPosRkU/s1600/IMGP4549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBvFNDsgN0I/AAAAAAAABKc/ZJOHIPosRkU/s400/IMGP4549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484193799374649154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBvFMQazqfI/AAAAAAAABKU/f44huwODDkA/s1600/IMGP4546.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-5848571149281531337?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/5848571149281531337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=5848571149281531337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/5848571149281531337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/5848571149281531337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-in-time.html' title='Just in Time'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBvFLEr4a7I/AAAAAAAABKM/KPwHb1A-Mkk/s72-c/IMGP2632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-8448657154589101164</id><published>2010-06-12T16:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T18:52:32.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Day</title><content type='html'>Got up early today thanks to the Little One. We took it easy until 9:00 (when I had days off, I'd still consider that day as a work day thus I wouldn't start "working" until 9:00. It gave me some time to sit and enjoy my coffee and not feel guilty about just sitting on the couch). So when the time came, we started. Mark went downstairs to pack up all his tools. I stayed upstairs and packed the kitchen cupboards and the pantry. Then we took all the boxes outside. Before we knew it, it was lunchtime and nap. So while Abby napped, we cleaned up the garage and packed up the rest of the stuff there. We had brought Dee Dee out since it was really shaping up to be a beautiful day. We were even planning to set up the sprinkler once Abby woke up and run through it. It must have been around 1:30 when Abby woke up. So I brought her outside to play. That's when Mark walked over to the leash and asked me where Deeds was. He picked up the leash and there was her choke chain on the end with no dog attached to it. She had no collar on since she was just supposed to be in the yard. We both took off walking around looking for her and the neighbours did too. We had the next door neighbours and their kid, and his friend and the guy form across the street all looking for Dee Dee. I though she wouldn't have gone too far so I took off with Abby still in my arms without putting shoes on her. I walked a couple blocks before turning back. By this time Abby was getting very heavy and wanted to walk. So she walked in the grass all the way home. When we got back, Mark decided to go look for her in the truck. I grabbed a stroller and I could see others go looking in the bush. I went up the back alley to the edge of the bush then back down to the park near the high school then around along the road. I don't know if anyone knows this part of town but after carrying Abby for three blocks and then walking this huge circle, I was getting really tired. Oh, did I mention it was hot outside and I was wearing a black T-shirt and jeans? Yeah. I was on my way back when Mark called me. He had her in the truck and did I want a ride back home? Air conditioning. Dog, safe and sound. Awesome. Mark told me that the neighbour boys saw Deeds coming back home from the bush. She must have just decided to go for a walk and then got thirsty so decided to come home. The neighbours gave her a big drink of water. So since we were all in the truck, we stopped by Wal-Mart to pick up some ice cream treats for the boys as a thank you treat. We put Deeds in the house. And we put her collar on. It's still on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once everything settled down, I got Abby in her bathing suit and we stood in the yard and got sprayed by the sprinkler. I loved it, Abby, not so much. So we put her in the stroller and finished packing the garage. And you know what? We got it all done. The rest of the afternoon was spent laying down and reading "The Monster At the End of This Book" repeatedly. I almost threw it under the couch so she wouldn't ask me to read it again. But then that would be mean. It is a good book. Anyone else remember that book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBQqe9utrCI/AAAAAAAABKE/-YDpmFwSdQg/s1600/250px-The_Monster_at_the_End_of_This_Book_Starring_Lovable,_Furry_Old_Grover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 341px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBQqe9utrCI/AAAAAAAABKE/-YDpmFwSdQg/s400/250px-The_Monster_at_the_End_of_This_Book_Starring_Lovable,_Furry_Old_Grover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482053357871672354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have rediscovered Wolfenstein. Bless you free downloads!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-8448657154589101164?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/8448657154589101164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=8448657154589101164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/8448657154589101164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/8448657154589101164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/06/dog-day.html' title='Dog Day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBQqe9utrCI/AAAAAAAABKE/-YDpmFwSdQg/s72-c/250px-The_Monster_at_the_End_of_This_Book_Starring_Lovable,_Furry_Old_Grover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-2029927062858202565</id><published>2010-06-11T18:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:30:29.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-Bye!</title><content type='html'>It is truly the end of an era. The smelter was officially shut down for the last time yesterday afternoon. We have a friend who works there and he said the mood was mixed. Some guys happy the pollution and smoke is gone, some happy they are retiring and some sad because they are losing some really good friendships. The smelter brought a lot of people and a lot of money to this town. And even though there didn't end up being that many lay-offs, guys were moved around a lot and the partners they've had for 20 years are now gone. That's gotta be hard to take. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for me, I am happy about it So this afternoon, I took Abby for a ride up on the rocks. It's our first trip this summer. I forgot how hard it is to take a stroller on those rocks! I am really out of shape!! We'll have to take a few more strolls up there. It was so nice to be able to walk up there and not worry about the smoke, the bad taste in my mouth or that heavy feeling in my chest. There was a moment where I felt that same feeling in my chest, so I did what I always do...I tasted my mouth to see if there was any smelter there. Then it dawned on me, there is no smelter smoke and that tightness in my chest is my struggling to get the stroller over a rough patch of rocks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look...no smoke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBLiH8MNNRI/AAAAAAAABJ8/GGij2bPmK1s/s1600/DSCF8304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBLiH8MNNRI/AAAAAAAABJ8/GGij2bPmK1s/s400/DSCF8304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481692322507601170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the big mushrooms that grow around town. Apparently, if you know what you are doing, you can pick them and eat them, if you know what you are doing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBLiHVa6tVI/AAAAAAAABJ0/Ceo89esrk9o/s1600/DSCF8310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBLiHVa6tVI/AAAAAAAABJ0/Ceo89esrk9o/s400/DSCF8310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481692312100320594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBLiHD_fm7I/AAAAAAAABJs/u0KqzpUKo80/s1600/DSCF8318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBLiHD_fm7I/AAAAAAAABJs/u0KqzpUKo80/s400/DSCF8318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481692307421895602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBLiF4-au1I/AAAAAAAABJc/VsfJmAoWUDU/s400/DSCF8321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481692287284722514" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBLiGf52xAI/AAAAAAAABJk/KTd-TD2PuuU/s1600/DSCF8320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBLiGf52xAI/AAAAAAAABJk/KTd-TD2PuuU/s400/DSCF8320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481692297734571010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/30599862-2029927062858202565?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/2029927062858202565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=2029927062858202565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/2029927062858202565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/2029927062858202565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-bye.html' title='Good-Bye!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBLiH8MNNRI/AAAAAAAABJ8/GGij2bPmK1s/s72-c/DSCF8304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-6928883078013214955</id><published>2010-06-09T19:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T20:18:15.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Picture Day!!</title><content type='html'>I have taken a few pictures lately so it's time to post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staff Golf Tournament. Mark did very well, I had lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBBKTXMmJLI/AAAAAAAABI8/U2faCzlHNRU/s1600/DSCF8243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBBKTXMmJLI/AAAAAAAABI8/U2faCzlHNRU/s400/DSCF8243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480962443014710450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBBKTIfrIOI/AAAAAAAABI0/RA3j8efUJmE/s400/DSCF8230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480962439068197090" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The steaks were amazing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBBKT2KMQhI/AAAAAAAABJE/mUE2Ppf-VRM/s1600/DSCF8251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBBKT2KMQhI/AAAAAAAABJE/mUE2Ppf-VRM/s400/DSCF8251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480962451326124562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On one hot day, we sent outside and ran through the sprinklers. Abby didn't really understand what to do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBBKURd_irI/AAAAAAAABJM/su7HvwOEMCg/s1600/DSCF8263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBBKURd_irI/AAAAAAAABJM/su7HvwOEMCg/s400/DSCF8263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480962458656934578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But the next day, she got out her bathing suit and tried to put it on. I guess she had more fun than I thought!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBBKUwJEDkI/AAAAAAAABJU/-e0l1VlwO4Y/s1600/DSCF8281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBBKUwJEDkI/AAAAAAAABJU/-e0l1VlwO4Y/s400/DSCF8281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480962466890649154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-6928883078013214955?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/6928883078013214955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=6928883078013214955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6928883078013214955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/6928883078013214955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-picture-day.html' title='New Picture Day!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sX5JI1jLjHk/TBBKTXMmJLI/AAAAAAAABI8/U2faCzlHNRU/s72-c/DSCF8243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-7526517683843786637</id><published>2010-06-07T12:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T12:33:18.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I Mention?</title><content type='html'>I forgot the best part of Sunday...&lt;div&gt;I knew this was going to happen, it was only a matter of time. Everyone has a story like this so here is mine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning we woke up to Abby crying, forcefully. So Mark got up to go get her. All the sudden I hear, "Emily, oh no, come look at this!!" I walked into her room to see a very naked toddler with poop all over her sheets and pillow. She must have taken off her pjs and diaper sometime in the morning and took a big poo right on her pillow. She seemed a little proud of herself because when Mark walked into her room, she pointed at it and smiled. So we cleaned her up and washed the sheets. No harm done. Just a good story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-7526517683843786637?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/7526517683843786637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=7526517683843786637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7526517683843786637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/7526517683843786637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/06/did-i-mention.html' title='Did I Mention?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-5885538940741221467</id><published>2010-06-06T18:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T10:27:14.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tornado of A Week</title><content type='html'>And another one begins...&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, I want to thank everyone for their encouragement about the talking issue. It's tough trying to balance your own instincts against what the "experts" say. But I learned a few things that have helped and I'm not so worried about it. When we get to Estevan, I'll take her to the Public Health people just as a way to introduce ourselves. But thank you for your support everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if I can remember what all happened last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: was pretty ordinary, except Mark had a staff BBQ so he went to that and Abby and stayed home and had mac n' cheese. Sure, not as tasty as BBQ but it was indoors (raining that day) and it's Abby favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: was our only day in the week that we had nothing on. So we made the most of it and relaxed. I did work but it was only in the office and there wasn't too much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Mark and another friend went out to Jan Lake to meet up with another friend and his dad who were staying there. They left at 4:00 pm so Mark dropped off the truck for me at work so I could get home and he and his friend drove out. I had court that day so I wasn't sure when I was going to be done. Luckily we had an awesome babysitter who didn't mind taking care of Abby a little later than usual. And by later than usual I mean, usually Mark will pick up Abby just after 4 when he gets off work. Then he comes around for me when I'm done at 4:30. However, since he had a really really busy day of court, I did not pick up Abby until 6:20pm. By the time I had given her her supper, it was only 30 minutes until snack and bath time. I tried to stretch that time as much as I could but she had played so much with all the other little kids that she was so tired and ready for bed. I went to bed not too much later than she did. Mark didn't get home until 11:45. Apparently he had the best day ever of fishing. They caught their limits in an hour then spent the rest of the time schooling the American tourist. He said they were just circling their boat trying to get their secret or get the fish they were catching. I guess when you got it, you got it. I think it's funny how these people come so far and spend so much money and can't catch anything and the locals catch all the fish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: My last day of work. Sigh. We had court again. It wasn't supposed to be as long as yesterday and I guess it wasn't...5:00. But my oh my, I was beat!! And so was the judge and the Crown. We were all trying desperately not to fall asleep. It was kinda bittersweet. One of the defense lawyers stood up when all his matters were done (you have to ask permission to leave if you're done. You can't just get up and go) and said some nice things about me and working with me) It meant a lot coming form him because kinda gruff and mean looking. Then the judge said a few things too. I feel like ordering a transcript of that day to frame it!! So after that day was done, Mark came in with Abby and got to meet the Judge. That was so nice. I've talked so much about her that I figured he should meet her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: I didn't work (tee hee). So I got some errands done. That evening was my Stampin' Up club and it was the last one of the year. I ended up getting more than I had planned but I was the Hostess so I got major discounts. I didn't get home until after 10:30. A good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: The staff golf tournament. Beautiful weather for it. I only missed the ball twice and I actually hit it pretty good. I was pleasantly surprised with myself. It was a lot of fun. No one cared about the score, we were all just there to have fun and hang out. It was a long day but it was fun. Abby behaved herself with babysitter so that was a bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Before church, Abby was playing on the table. She normally really good but she must have stumbled and she fell straight off. She fine a couple minutes later. In the afternoon, we had a Band windup party. Lots of fun. But Abby fell off the chair she was standing on to eat supper. What a day for her! We had someone come and take Dee Dee for the day to see if she would take her. But I guess her other dog doesn't like Deeds so it didn't work out. Hopefully we can find someone else who can take her and give her a good home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Today! I'm looking after another little girl today. We already went to the park. It is really hot today. Much hotter than the temp would indicate. Must be humid. I wore jeans to the park and regretted it a lot. This afternoon - if the weather holds - we're running through the sprinklers. They are calling for thunderstorms this afternoon so we'll see. The smelter is really bad right now. It's hanging over the town, really hazy. Oh well. It's getting shut down Thursday night so after that, no more haze, no more smoke, no more pollution. Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-5885538940741221467?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/5885538940741221467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=5885538940741221467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/5885538940741221467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/5885538940741221467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/06/tornado-of-week.html' title='A Tornado of A Week'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-5905493521907771870</id><published>2010-05-31T08:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T08:48:20.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Some Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;18 to 24 months&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her vocabulary may include as many as 200 words now, many of which  are nouns. Between 18 and 20 months, children learn words at a rate of  10 or more a day. Some learn new words every 90 minutes, so watch your  language. She'll even string two words together, making basic sentences  such as "Carry me." By the time she's two, she'll use three-word  sentences and sing simple tunes. Her sense of self will mature, and  she'll start talking about herself -- what she likes and doesn't, what  she thinks and feels. Pronouns may confuse her, and you may catch her  avoiding them, saying "Baby throw" instead of "I throw."- http://www.babycenter.ca/toddler/development/speechandlanguage/milestonetalking/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby is 20 months old ans she's not even close. She's still stuck on Mommy, Daddy, Abby, Dee Dee, Ta too (for thank you), hi, yeah, no, and a whole lot of ugg, uhh, baa, and so on. But she can sing along to Twinkle Twinkle and other songs. When did your kids start talking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30599862-5905493521907771870?l=emilykroeker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/feeds/5905493521907771870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30599862&amp;postID=5905493521907771870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/5905493521907771870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30599862/posts/default/5905493521907771870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilykroeker.blogspot.com/2010/05/need-some-help.html' title='Need Some Help'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787017639374834781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOlvZxNQhE4/Tt1kO7bbG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/qpBmaS-OTtY/s220/271091_10150226921130653_561805652_7608718_5123816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30599862.post-7166981353826471565</id><published>2010-05-30T19:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T20:28:12.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby</title><content type='html'>While I was cleaning up on Saturday, Abby decided to help Mommy. Here she is cleaning various things throughout the house, including the dog. Cleaning is hard work so she took a quick break, gave the dog some hugs and kisses and then it was back to work. 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