tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54200645857413543112024-02-19T04:40:30.090-07:00Like a Row of Berries..."You mean you were diagnosed with something called a brain cloud and didn't ask for a second opinion?"-Patricia from Joe vs. the VolcanoAliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16223900860112653788noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-34727200189914403992009-02-26T07:16:00.003-07:002009-02-26T07:17:54.041-07:00New blogI don't think very many people have found our new blog. The address is:<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><a href="http://rowberries.wordpress.com/">http://rowberries.wordpress.com</a></span><br /><br />Check it out! There are lots of pictures of John!Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16223900860112653788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-62456701768188041332009-01-26T07:55:00.002-07:002009-01-26T07:58:38.296-07:00We're moving!Well, we're just moving to a different blogging platform. We are consolidating our other blogs into one on Wordpress. Here's the new address:<div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><a href="http://rowberries.wordpress.com/">http://rowberries.wordpress.com</a></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Update your blogrolls to the new address. We'll keep these blogs up for good times sake (and because the video posts didn't transfer over). We moved all the text and image posts over easily. Thanks for reading!</span></div><div>Brad</div></div>Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07367784105061690927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-18510266234006527242009-01-12T12:58:00.002-07:002009-01-12T13:00:48.968-07:00<span style="font-family: arial;">OK, so I lied. One month from </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;">today</span>,</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> not yesterday. Dr. Dewey called and set everything up this morning. February 12th, 7:30 am. Yay! Thanks for coming in on your day off, Dr. Dewey! (He did say we was going to go skiing right after!).</span>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16223900860112653788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-52469756090321039972009-01-11T20:45:00.005-07:002009-01-11T20:56:49.248-07:00tick, tock...<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;">One month from today! I am so excited to meet this little guy</span> (and definitely to not be pregnant anymore!).</span></span>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16223900860112653788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-16762455788469321102008-12-19T17:46:00.008-07:002008-12-19T20:13:28.786-07:00Look What I Did!We have had crazy snow lately. When I got home from work today at 12:15, it was not snowing. At 3:15 we already had 6 inches of new snow. Look what I did:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJEAg3pgPX7mnl9OOygPcutkk9YUcL6om4JztnJZjhuj8FCW3anLpUXTY7Xd92F_zQPmjoxovuv03Sr9J0THzIbkbWShy73IHZJ6fvVb1k9DsI2zwFDsTF-IRpwXWuzWJ-srxU0xkMqsI/s1600-h/IMG_5246.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJEAg3pgPX7mnl9OOygPcutkk9YUcL6om4JztnJZjhuj8FCW3anLpUXTY7Xd92F_zQPmjoxovuv03Sr9J0THzIbkbWShy73IHZJ6fvVb1k9DsI2zwFDsTF-IRpwXWuzWJ-srxU0xkMqsI/s320/IMG_5246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281700858172180338" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1gl1G1M2oM98kLX0GWeFwkzODnTdtmMxmNW_YXleEVBCJIcjIdUFINnz5hhpTqSxGX8F12Tvjlj_uafuBk15UUQbQeJTLE5hDReCzXfJwdzziMozjmwWxqBJ4S6lbV6fFlgoXjoO-Rk/s1600-h/IMG_5247.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1gl1G1M2oM98kLX0GWeFwkzODnTdtmMxmNW_YXleEVBCJIcjIdUFINnz5hhpTqSxGX8F12Tvjlj_uafuBk15UUQbQeJTLE5hDReCzXfJwdzziMozjmwWxqBJ4S6lbV6fFlgoXjoO-Rk/s320/IMG_5247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281701375258743234" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwOJrIyAj_RUWcTOZnOPAMmWF5NtMq8N63gtJs2b_zq9ZrpEDihKqIZUu0QKjecBmPouWJvsBnXXFn1pIStPQPk5mtM_hJvJQT-Pa8Fmr6hesGj9_MeclF22qtFB2hLchXSazq_P1KNf4/s1600-h/IMG_5248.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwOJrIyAj_RUWcTOZnOPAMmWF5NtMq8N63gtJs2b_zq9ZrpEDihKqIZUu0QKjecBmPouWJvsBnXXFn1pIStPQPk5mtM_hJvJQT-Pa8Fmr6hesGj9_MeclF22qtFB2hLchXSazq_P1KNf4/s320/IMG_5248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281704314530393474" border="0" /></a><br />That's right. I shoveled my first driveway. While carrying around this little man:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXqNOIeHG5NVGaFGkCPzTsbWrypIdp75uttqQ6_HpHgrygxc_u0zOkv4PweNw-8r_Pqha_NYVEYgeAHY5kxlekCfA4rpriI7JRmeluU9fmhgralUFsC9Hgr8fY4xFm5xGW8djQA6QbTrs/s1600-h/IMG_5261.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXqNOIeHG5NVGaFGkCPzTsbWrypIdp75uttqQ6_HpHgrygxc_u0zOkv4PweNw-8r_Pqha_NYVEYgeAHY5kxlekCfA4rpriI7JRmeluU9fmhgralUFsC9Hgr8fY4xFm5xGW8djQA6QbTrs/s320/IMG_5261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281701763525916946" border="0" /></a>(Does he still qualify as <span style="font-style: italic;">little</span>?). That's right. 7 months pregnant and killing the snow in the driveway. That's how I do it, folks. (Disclaimer: Brad would not have had me shovel the snow. He was at work and I wanted to surprise him. Plus he has a bad c0ld and I didn't want him to be out in it so I did it while he was gone so he could put up no resistance. I'm <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> sneaky.)<br /><br />All the while I was doing it (and it did take a <span style="font-style: italic;">long</span> while) I had my own personal cheerleader:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCuJKL6G-dYyM0DmIOwfc4k26SN2xbeh2p_PNxREHRBOe-lJC2Wn_Leq6k8aeCcvlUXSGwqdrr3rWJQMESxbhcJqz1k9WT9nSTz0-BoNLhd6iwi8HFmMO1ovTOweXjlypK_yLY5ZXquMo/s1600-h/IMG_5249.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCuJKL6G-dYyM0DmIOwfc4k26SN2xbeh2p_PNxREHRBOe-lJC2Wn_Leq6k8aeCcvlUXSGwqdrr3rWJQMESxbhcJqz1k9WT9nSTz0-BoNLhd6iwi8HFmMO1ovTOweXjlypK_yLY5ZXquMo/s320/IMG_5249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281702000970659314" border="0" /></a>It was very cute. She stood by the window and waved at me while I was out there. I did come back in to a much messier living room, though. (For more pictures of the cute Elinor Anne, click <a href="http://babyrowberry.blogspot.com/">here</a>.)<br /><br />Here is an after picture of me right when I finished.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTLjjmMJapnGgEEtMfaRfAqtUcMfw1w9sVLsAll6bLM_ypIp36Wx1mpiYpYdKfx20wi00FTvDrFvglGP_uzWtMIa-DXyPMSbXaRaM82YmcWaXOvrxdZPlieq8FW7Yhw5WxTIyTeQlqjjE/s1600-h/IMG_5244.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTLjjmMJapnGgEEtMfaRfAqtUcMfw1w9sVLsAll6bLM_ypIp36Wx1mpiYpYdKfx20wi00FTvDrFvglGP_uzWtMIa-DXyPMSbXaRaM82YmcWaXOvrxdZPlieq8FW7Yhw5WxTIyTeQlqjjE/s320/IMG_5244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281704914695346210" border="0" /></a>So that is what I did today. Applause welcome. (Notice how long my hair is getting? Crazy).Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16223900860112653788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-29218759747421279532008-12-03T07:08:00.000-07:002008-12-03T07:09:25.205-07:00<span style="font-size:180%;">10 weeks from today, folks. 10 weeks!</span>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16223900860112653788noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-31173432510528775812008-11-20T13:19:00.002-07:002008-11-20T13:22:59.221-07:00Great Day!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Happy Anniversary to Queen Elizabeth and Prince Phillip. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">More importantly to me...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" >Happy Third Trimester! Wahoo!</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">We're so excited for this little guy to come! And no, we don't have a name yet. We still have 12 weeks to figure it out.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" >Oh, and Thanksgiving is one week from today. Yay!</span><br /></span></div>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16223900860112653788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-33141868450017007742008-11-06T13:36:00.001-07:002008-11-06T13:38:31.274-07:00Bow AuctionMy friend <a href="http://mrscropper.blogspot.com">Anne</a> is holding an auction with some of my bows! All proceeds go to benefit Christian and <a href="http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/">Stephanie Nielson</a>. Check it out!Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16223900860112653788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-30731308202790167682008-11-05T21:28:00.002-07:002008-11-05T21:30:51.647-07:00I got something done!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHgtcuuyqAh2ViXVZXCGPltp9hy2qJJGM2jZuhatcFdakIbqSTnpG1iyHug3QcBE0VNbFeByOz2kAW6SIT4sJyBSX4BXHeQS-v5PhCPf1FmJXI-fkX-JVKCM26U6mUD-b6yOv2Xhp1LRU/s1600-h/IMG_5229.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHgtcuuyqAh2ViXVZXCGPltp9hy2qJJGM2jZuhatcFdakIbqSTnpG1iyHug3QcBE0VNbFeByOz2kAW6SIT4sJyBSX4BXHeQS-v5PhCPf1FmJXI-fkX-JVKCM26U6mUD-b6yOv2Xhp1LRU/s320/IMG_5229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265397080361768178" border="0" /></a>It's a little hard to see and not a great picture, but it's starting to feel more like home!Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16223900860112653788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-30131210341630721172008-11-03T05:54:00.003-07:002008-11-03T06:04:59.519-07:00<span style="font-family: arial;">Dear </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://mrscropper.blogspot.com/">Anne</a><span style="font-family: arial;">,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">It's time to throw your head back and laugh with joy. It's time to thank the heavens that we live in this day and age. It's time to stock up and hoard. Why, you might ask? One reason:</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVaNr9CeOZ4DqrJE-__rwn1NAPLU7NmZiWd1fDWfkqmOFoZZKoeY0_xTc-SN1HWn0J1wWopxrBq3GvI7KdjCaHIrFLVSLo3Zgp9MlU9paa11nMRE3GHEHJ9XB7Glc-XtSUzx2ZkSm8Mnc/s1600-h/MMsMintChoc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVaNr9CeOZ4DqrJE-__rwn1NAPLU7NmZiWd1fDWfkqmOFoZZKoeY0_xTc-SN1HWn0J1wWopxrBq3GvI7KdjCaHIrFLVSLo3Zgp9MlU9paa11nMRE3GHEHJ9XB7Glc-XtSUzx2ZkSm8Mnc/s320/MMsMintChoc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264414802962363762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;">They're back! </span><br />Hello mint M&Ms, goodbye waistline!</span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"> I love the holiday season!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Your Fellow Mint/Chocolate Lover,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Alicia</span>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16223900860112653788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-79702725140049050452008-10-31T17:29:00.003-06:002008-10-31T17:32:37.465-06:00Happy Halloween!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9heWV8V3tIJ1whcelKd9IQY0IfApWMSBIiheYIWfOcTi_mX3UTjTHgGmcvqgliiHEnN91v1errZuyoJHfxT75dbiaTSVHqsGYjMfMHkL9C3Me7xO3mGJDOu4ZvOK7wH-Xc2S97PcHyV4/s1600-h/IMG_5214.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9heWV8V3tIJ1whcelKd9IQY0IfApWMSBIiheYIWfOcTi_mX3UTjTHgGmcvqgliiHEnN91v1errZuyoJHfxT75dbiaTSVHqsGYjMfMHkL9C3Me7xO3mGJDOu4ZvOK7wH-Xc2S97PcHyV4/s320/IMG_5214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263464803364357026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIaznslFBHfSrxfku_4aw7sz34ctSw1A5VB8XuHNlCx03bzJ1gGdsn6eRunBmFjnhDvQURtmLQpHjpau0TeHQRJSwVVQ78BQJjDAxOmwtmqlEc4AIonnwtGp_dDDl0AKswqyIEp5rlTY/s1600-h/IMG_5215.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIaznslFBHfSrxfku_4aw7sz34ctSw1A5VB8XuHNlCx03bzJ1gGdsn6eRunBmFjnhDvQURtmLQpHjpau0TeHQRJSwVVQ78BQJjDAxOmwtmqlEc4AIonnwtGp_dDDl0AKswqyIEp5rlTY/s320/IMG_5215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263464516442912994" border="0" /></a>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16223900860112653788noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-69648150650648251772008-10-30T16:50:00.002-06:002008-10-30T17:19:55.325-06:00OverwhelmedOverwhelmed. That is how I've been feeling for the last few weeks.<br /><br />I am overwhelmed at school. I feel like I am flying by the seat of my pants ALL THE TIME. I cannot get my room organized (which I still blame on the chaos that was starting at a different school while our classrooms were being remodeled and moving back to our school while I was on partial bed rest). My centers have not been working lately. My students are being lazy--I know that's a harsh term for kindergartners, but it's true. They are not getting their work done. I am overwhelmed that report cards are coming up and I only have 4 students assessed. FOUR! I am overwhelmed by all the things I am not used to in my new district and new school. <br /><br />I am overwhelmed with my house right now. The garage is full of junk (how did we accumulate that much?) that stresses me out just looking at it. I try not to look. I am overwhelmed by how fast Elinor can totally mess up the living room. I am embarrassed to open the windows because I don't want anyone seeing the mess. I know, pathetic. I am overwhelmed with the amount of dirty dishes in the sink right now and have no motivation to do them.<br /><br />I am overwhelmed with the fact that I have started throwing up everyday again. Ug. It was a good 3 or 4 week run! But hey, I've only had 1 migraine in the last month. Wahoo!<br /><br />I am overwhelmed that in about 100 days I will have 2 children under the age of 17 months. Not sure how that's going to work. I am also stressed out that this boy will be dressed in pink!<br /><br />I am overwhelmed by the very nice post Anne wrote about moi. Read about it <a href="http://mrscropper.blogspot.com/2008/10/she-even-brought-me-ben-in-maternity.html">here</a>. (Next week you can bid on some of my bows to benefit <a href="http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/">Stephanie and Christian Nielson</a> on Anne's blog). Thanks, Anne! It made my day!<br /><br />I am overwhelmed that I am hosting my first Thanksgiving in 4 weeks from today. Excited, but overwhelmed.<br /><br />I am overwhelmed that tomorrow is Halloween and I <span style="font-style: italic;">still </span>don't know what I'm going to be. Dorothy? Sorry, my pregnant belly doesn't fit into that costume right now. Witch? No luck--did you know that there are virtually no witch hats left in Utah? Sarah Palin's daughter? Ha! I don't want to be too scandalous. Brad and I did have fun thinking of all the funny things I could be--a pregnant cheerleader, Jamie Lynn Spears, Sarah Palin's daughter, etc. I do teach kindergarten, though, and thought the parents would not appreciate it. Anyone know where I can buy a maternity costume? Didn't think so.<br /><br />I am overwhelmed that my maternity clothes are already not covering my big belly. Seriously. I still have a little more than 3 months to go. Like the wonderful Dr. Dewey reminded me, "You're obviously going to be big." What am I supposed to do? If I get the shirts any bigger, they will literally fall off up top and probably <span style="font-style: italic;">still</span> not cover the belly. Ah well. A lot of pulling the shirt, I guess.<br /><br />I am overwhelmed by the fact that Elinor just screamed for an hour (I would love to take a nap but not Elinor--at least not today).<br /><br />I am overwhelmed that we have to have our apartment totally cleaned by tomorrow. Moving is not fun!<br /><br />Brad and I desperately need a night out. We've only had 1 night out alone together since Elinor was born. Once. We so definitely need it, especially after this month of craziness. <br /><br />As I was driving home today, I saw a bumper sticker that said, "Life is good." Normally I hate bumper stickers, but I had to smile at this one. Because no matter how overwhelmed I am feeling, life is good. I have the cutest little girl (although <span style="font-style: italic;">very</span> feisty) and a little bundle of joy on the way that already has quite the personality. (Seriously, if I lay in a way he doesn't like, he'll kick me like crazy until I move--and hard!) And I am happy!Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16223900860112653788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-44395081423070233222008-10-27T14:42:00.001-06:002008-10-27T14:43:33.980-06:00Neti Pot VideoMy brother Brett is on his mission in the Czech Republic. In many of his emails he pleads for a neti pot. I've never heard of it so I looked it up and look what I found.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j8sDIbRAXlg&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j8sDIbRAXlg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07367784105061690927noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-44801408693805571952008-10-22T13:04:00.004-06:002008-10-22T13:14:10.842-06:00Woes of a Tired MommaBetween this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZXYKMtVaPtna4YrMXrfWRosB1ALAA0pt53UY3CE4qaw4JvVPPsfWkOQS8BwkqfPcRVBq0BhYPeoYOJjQGiFssSF-qSHYEIYcOVeq8kIPpkyUAlCRqNwyE8TSKIzozObEqtOXIqHRjho/s1600-h/IMG_5191.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZXYKMtVaPtna4YrMXrfWRosB1ALAA0pt53UY3CE4qaw4JvVPPsfWkOQS8BwkqfPcRVBq0BhYPeoYOJjQGiFssSF-qSHYEIYcOVeq8kIPpkyUAlCRqNwyE8TSKIzozObEqtOXIqHRjho/s320/IMG_5191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260056965604249938" border="0" /></a><br />and this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW7qH67N0WOqjaC4jrukWzJdSA_uRKsSf5qjvohdnC3Kzb35bpm4oexYiLcCHiZGz1VsvU6z6XWoSYhXRDZo8ktZ_7alGhzSr5Ki0S2yQTeoSwfQtdCze0aMX_fODVnpjP1MKgf3ABaLk/s1600-h/IMG_5210.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW7qH67N0WOqjaC4jrukWzJdSA_uRKsSf5qjvohdnC3Kzb35bpm4oexYiLcCHiZGz1VsvU6z6XWoSYhXRDZo8ktZ_7alGhzSr5Ki0S2yQTeoSwfQtdCze0aMX_fODVnpjP1MKgf3ABaLk/s320/IMG_5210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260056972639934594" border="0" /></a><br />I haven't had a good night's sleep for over two months. I take that back--I had one good night's sleep on September 25th. Other than that, no good. I would even settle for a decent night's sleep.<br /><br />Elinor has been up for a couple hours almost every night the last week. Maybe teething? If not, we have NO CLUE what is up. It. Is. Awful. And poor Brad is up with her most of the time. Thanks Love!<br /><br />This little fella is already huge. I still have four months to go. FOUR MONTHS!! My maternity clothes are already having a hard time stretching over my belly.<br /><br />I think tonight I will try to sleep on the couch. I think the extra support will be helpful. Here's hoping for some rest!Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16223900860112653788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-85021200980133698492008-10-18T16:30:00.003-06:002008-10-18T16:33:41.058-06:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Why a Pregnant Lady Should Never go to the Grocery Store Hungry</span></span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghAa7_e62tpVzj42P0OXfmtvptic8Ij6E1U_oUYegXFRVFmFt7aoSlFsWadD4FF2qeQgZGF3vj3oICnq9NVmBXWp4HbdK7toizKNWNvwdsc0_NAZX0l2F0X7-vY0jibta034vYEzCv8ZY/s1600-h/IMG_5202.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghAa7_e62tpVzj42P0OXfmtvptic8Ij6E1U_oUYegXFRVFmFt7aoSlFsWadD4FF2qeQgZGF3vj3oICnq9NVmBXWp4HbdK7toizKNWNvwdsc0_NAZX0l2F0X7-vY0jibta034vYEzCv8ZY/s400/IMG_5202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258625410600327714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">There were other things, but this is a good mix of what I got.</span><br /></div>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16223900860112653788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-88193436900873429612008-10-16T21:47:00.004-06:002008-10-16T21:58:29.868-06:00Mmm...My sister-in-law <span style="font-size:180%;"><a href="http://vafrost.blogspot.com/">Tor</a></span> came down to hang out today. We watched <span style="font-style: italic;">Pride and Prejudice</span> and made caramel apples. They turned out pretty cute (and very tasty!).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK7l56vZR2fG_FsXkiWUiHowyN90EWR_ZoCv_o43qv7IYFXnlJQHHg4IKfNK_KYOJ4UhZJdQjnZQo1Ew3gitBzI2QeLHOChPJ2cUqExQRY1v8EZgyCMY2buwiGyIHtcKe4Y4yrYI11nog/s1600-h/IMG_5199.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK7l56vZR2fG_FsXkiWUiHowyN90EWR_ZoCv_o43qv7IYFXnlJQHHg4IKfNK_KYOJ4UhZJdQjnZQo1Ew3gitBzI2QeLHOChPJ2cUqExQRY1v8EZgyCMY2buwiGyIHtcKe4Y4yrYI11nog/s320/IMG_5199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257965984168195714" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjfYpjxbwdtLLLsqLGaOKbUFnP0XeuczTvQzJm4h72AVZ7ZKvFg1Svv1g28yEBFN8MRGoPzZjMkJaQv2fSWYqud7KtlaC3sCNA-aqZKPrX0ttJ8Fr_o9Sv5_WnKok7bbwvyxYboM4MOpE/s1600-h/IMG_5200.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjfYpjxbwdtLLLsqLGaOKbUFnP0XeuczTvQzJm4h72AVZ7ZKvFg1Svv1g28yEBFN8MRGoPzZjMkJaQv2fSWYqud7KtlaC3sCNA-aqZKPrX0ttJ8Fr_o9Sv5_WnKok7bbwvyxYboM4MOpE/s320/IMG_5200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257965989397448274" border="0" /></a>To make the swirls, we melted some white chocolate chips. We then put the chocolate in a baggie and cut a small hole in the corner, swirled it on, and voila! The first one turned out pretty junky, but our taste buds appreciated it!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikgsR9DJGkDBXr_5bnInVnf9Cu-6MeAEVt0MTSOUV10Rp8A8Gj6zzFs2jy6M1sjvgbcjHuKVooYvEnPzv4oRk4jJqM7-qDHsi-bONSo0ysWITHWxNlbvl4BiV-LjIKMpPt7yvSsT58fxk/s1600-h/IMG_5201.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikgsR9DJGkDBXr_5bnInVnf9Cu-6MeAEVt0MTSOUV10Rp8A8Gj6zzFs2jy6M1sjvgbcjHuKVooYvEnPzv4oRk4jJqM7-qDHsi-bONSo0ysWITHWxNlbvl4BiV-LjIKMpPt7yvSsT58fxk/s320/IMG_5201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257965994284217730" border="0" /></a>Sorry for posting this picture, Tor, but I thought it was funny!<br /><br />I'm thinking there might be a couple lucky visiting teachees out there!Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16223900860112653788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-42263548059325205352008-10-13T17:29:00.001-06:002008-10-13T17:30:25.248-06:00Help Wanted!We need some boy name ideas! We lean toward traditional names (hence Elinor) but are open to any suggestions!Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16223900860112653788noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-15063672415161367092008-10-13T16:30:00.002-06:002008-10-13T16:42:10.068-06:00Shark Reef<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>While we were in Vegas, we went to the Shark Reef at Mandalay Bay. We have wanted to go for a few years, but it is pretty pricey. This time we decided to bite the bullet and just go. We are glad we did! Here are some pictures.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbqxHDQbvantfUS6nXrwjuThMI9csRux1BwW8fN0WltBEA9uNBGIuZmmsoGlp0JWhxJZeUd0v8XOlBjoWQwiBpruzA5WlFYNlDrDZjJd2_-tuW2WJfsgstY3It49JfrB5njqZii32TRtY/s1600-h/IMG_5040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbqxHDQbvantfUS6nXrwjuThMI9csRux1BwW8fN0WltBEA9uNBGIuZmmsoGlp0JWhxJZeUd0v8XOlBjoWQwiBpruzA5WlFYNlDrDZjJd2_-tuW2WJfsgstY3It49JfrB5njqZii32TRtY/s320/IMG_5040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256770649631257330" border="0" /></a><br />Daddy and Elinor. Not quite sure what face she is making, but it is still cute.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcuggnLz0n40cidFB-84xWuhmqmR7DspcnYZVYS7CQYaD_YAv-QUt1B8C5lpNU_v6ZtPUyKNZaqAnegeJ-g03PdOhcOXvMUD6rQuP4_8tcE-htgu2ZcqUCJA0A32igdsnkkweBUuzluFg/s1600-h/IMG_5052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcuggnLz0n40cidFB-84xWuhmqmR7DspcnYZVYS7CQYaD_YAv-QUt1B8C5lpNU_v6ZtPUyKNZaqAnegeJ-g03PdOhcOXvMUD6rQuP4_8tcE-htgu2ZcqUCJA0A32igdsnkkweBUuzluFg/s320/IMG_5052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256770654057344274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaBP2gqeAqeD6BP5j_ISCTDwWqWpkSH8IJZLVHC595Kec1aUT1TZ4dwjnfIca2bds5VAQDoS19plqxnGZFiNTmn4Af-uARNBYY00FYviS0cCppAEEDCqzvxB0OpxrScJIfK2ngPoXbYNA/s1600-h/IMG_5057.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaBP2gqeAqeD6BP5j_ISCTDwWqWpkSH8IJZLVHC595Kec1aUT1TZ4dwjnfIca2bds5VAQDoS19plqxnGZFiNTmn4Af-uARNBYY00FYviS0cCppAEEDCqzvxB0OpxrScJIfK2ngPoXbYNA/s320/IMG_5057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256770660570688002" border="0" /></a>Elinor really liked to look at the fish. The tanks were floor to ceiling in a few places so she could go right up to the glass. A lot of the fish would come right up to her.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1JABRN9r-xt-PkEIpftdkQPx2eGx_lbEbBmSqxDW0YgplJskfdQAdGZKlgRaauG5bYticeOzmECMOVyBE-XJfJrsDTti8r0u_rR89SpzIVNu8jNT240k38rGrt0BOiOX7kesXS1j_GgI/s1600-h/IMG_5064.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1JABRN9r-xt-PkEIpftdkQPx2eGx_lbEbBmSqxDW0YgplJskfdQAdGZKlgRaauG5bYticeOzmECMOVyBE-XJfJrsDTti8r0u_rR89SpzIVNu8jNT240k38rGrt0BOiOX7kesXS1j_GgI/s320/IMG_5064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256770658828170674" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_QTvHei2c0gGG9lHb0AtMdMmJES69fKQT3h3ZiZr9Q9rkl3KhULQDXs0uwm9GyqRW6PT7-XGrl0RgvDV7oIrXjgkiEfU-d-bB6YRZaDIQT0UdRP8qs6CkvjuaFzmo6y6tJwhHltJuGvY/s1600-h/IMG_5066.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_QTvHei2c0gGG9lHb0AtMdMmJES69fKQT3h3ZiZr9Q9rkl3KhULQDXs0uwm9GyqRW6PT7-XGrl0RgvDV7oIrXjgkiEfU-d-bB6YRZaDIQT0UdRP8qs6CkvjuaFzmo6y6tJwhHltJuGvY/s320/IMG_5066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256770667678205106" border="0" /></a><br />My best friend Andrea came with us. Here we are petting a sting ray. They are very strange feeling. We also petted the monster one.<br /><br />I thought the komodo dragon was really cool, although I wouldn't want to come into contact with one without a think piece of glass between us!Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16223900860112653788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-13202556725592996502008-10-13T11:17:00.003-06:002008-10-13T11:24:34.561-06:00Baby Clothes!<span style="font-family: arial;">Now our new baby doesn't have to only wear pink!</span> <span style="font-family: arial;">(That doesn't mean we won't recycle some of Elinor's outfits, we just won't have to do it as often!)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Grandma and Grandpa Rowberry got these super cute outfits for Pat.</span><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih9w3ANwATWy0mzwoDPySGr-y0HOb-zV-RWozzB4pYNRNKZDGIz27-tegx4f_I4sbEzxPCYuNCpv1oCtWyTWymEKYxWdhnMBvpW_MWzifzq7Qvo4qR1vj2YQ9ahjfGl5cuCMaxYSGsDfE/s1600-h/IMG_5187.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih9w3ANwATWy0mzwoDPySGr-y0HOb-zV-RWozzB4pYNRNKZDGIz27-tegx4f_I4sbEzxPCYuNCpv1oCtWyTWymEKYxWdhnMBvpW_MWzifzq7Qvo4qR1vj2YQ9ahjfGl5cuCMaxYSGsDfE/s320/IMG_5187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256689491383315650" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPiUizxZNuVIed0DDWRUHzLe6McipEbDtR9pOeNSPeSp8WkkJrgMimi1yFDoQTI8lOXio0P-T_94xhAm7ST6v0_odQF5yvoh-mlxJMrOuABpw4c5YlA_2089pxrFWRJJWlpPuRyJHcrTE/s1600-h/IMG_5188.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPiUizxZNuVIed0DDWRUHzLe6McipEbDtR9pOeNSPeSp8WkkJrgMimi1yFDoQTI8lOXio0P-T_94xhAm7ST6v0_odQF5yvoh-mlxJMrOuABpw4c5YlA_2089pxrFWRJJWlpPuRyJHcrTE/s320/IMG_5188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256689494138900322" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir5o0zeShwnp44jcVrFO22WM_cyk0Pu5d9JfA2Xy29fX7Iw4Xr_YwvFMQghV-exw3G__R1LpbdLx_tkmESU2vLBNI2jPkDCskEt6im3eIHP9TqNJM0ZUEPIxMEF6dly90BmqIGjzSiu74/s1600-h/IMG_5189.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir5o0zeShwnp44jcVrFO22WM_cyk0Pu5d9JfA2Xy29fX7Iw4Xr_YwvFMQghV-exw3G__R1LpbdLx_tkmESU2vLBNI2jPkDCskEt6im3eIHP9TqNJM0ZUEPIxMEF6dly90BmqIGjzSiu74/s320/IMG_5189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256689499559045282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;">I LOVE the socks!</span><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxgtCHXaU7h-7E94ClgVEPz-39TvvIunZzNpgcRdcvW8hHqpfUQNBZmrM6gxoIYpZbrXgkSElzVogQ-YCRnmDNdMfojCyzwL-jcdP4lMz6-nyYiL_OSxERmXbbMcWFz2_cpUt2jbHDuPU/s1600-h/IMG_5190.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxgtCHXaU7h-7E94ClgVEPz-39TvvIunZzNpgcRdcvW8hHqpfUQNBZmrM6gxoIYpZbrXgkSElzVogQ-YCRnmDNdMfojCyzwL-jcdP4lMz6-nyYiL_OSxERmXbbMcWFz2_cpUt2jbHDuPU/s320/IMG_5190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256689506524737106" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;">These onsies are from Aunt Tor and Uncle Drew. These are exactly the type of thing that I would buy myself!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Thanks guys! We (and the future Mr. Rowberry) really appreciate it!</span>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16223900860112653788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-91474677414380017472008-10-07T16:15:00.001-06:002008-10-07T16:15:56.567-06:00And the verdict...A BOY!!!Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16223900860112653788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-65113967955057651212008-10-02T10:54:00.004-06:002008-10-02T10:57:14.425-06:00Happy Birthday Elinor!<span style="font-family:arial;">I can't believe Elinor is one! Today! I love this little girl and all the joy she has brought into our lives!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Check out pictures of her birthday party in Henderson </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" ><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://babyrowberry.blogspot.com/">here</a></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" >.</span>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16223900860112653788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-69448821264388326072008-09-25T14:44:00.004-06:002008-09-25T14:50:48.292-06:00Good Day<span style="font-family:arial;">Today was one of those days that I love teaching. There are days when you ask yourself "What the </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >heck</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> am I doing?". Then there are those days that you look around at your students and think "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >This </span><span style="font-family:arial;">is why I am a teacher." Today was one of those days. I'm not sure why, but when we were singing today I had one of those moments. Kindergarteners are so cute and love to come to school. I feel bad because my neighbor teacher has a REALLY hard class this year and I don't. I feel like this is the first year I don't have a really hard class. I have some issues, but nothing like I've had the past few years. I usually do not post pictures of my students because of privacy issues, but I couldn't pass up this one. It's my favorite picture! (We are learning about worms right now.)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiscqe4SbhuR_-7675Kbxo2fDoQMrqsa5iFGvtzm8S_hf6ZTiUeiT31nEhtlispGZIHH74ZxT7r5-uXTXWBgwb8anKq7drhl2HdyxRizDnZsxFjNbZjyqvD8knCPCHOMIViYrrgG1m0MCs/s1600-h/IMG_2344.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiscqe4SbhuR_-7675Kbxo2fDoQMrqsa5iFGvtzm8S_hf6ZTiUeiT31nEhtlispGZIHH74ZxT7r5-uXTXWBgwb8anKq7drhl2HdyxRizDnZsxFjNbZjyqvD8knCPCHOMIViYrrgG1m0MCs/s320/IMG_2344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250064044288420258" border="0" /></a>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16223900860112653788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-91576126194410965812008-09-08T18:40:00.006-06:002008-09-08T20:57:17.903-06:0010 Things I Like About Kindergarten<span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >1. It's 3 hours. That's right, <span style="font-size:180%;">three hours</span>. If I am having a crummy day, it's already almost over!<br /><br />2. I love getting home at 12:30. Can I tell you how much better part time is? Especially since I will be again writing 6 weeks of <span style="font-size:180%;">sub plans</span> soon (yes, for the second year in a row...).<br /><br />3. Everything is SO cool to the students. For example, today we learned the letter n. The art center was making necklaces out of noodles and assorted beads. Can I tell you who the <span style="font-size:180%;">coolest teacher on the block</span> was today? That's right, Mrs. Rowberry!<br /><br />4. Snack. We have <span style="font-size:180%;">snack</span> everyday. Too bad I don't eat at snack. It's usually too busy. Ah well.<br /><br />5. Music! We <span style="font-size:180%;">sing</span> in the morning. We <span style="font-size:180%;">sing</span> after calendar. We <span style="font-size:180%;">sing</span> between lessons. We <span style="font-size:180%;">sing</span> when we've been sitting too long. We <span style="font-size:180%;">sing</span> at the end of the day. We <span style="font-size:180%;">sing</span> just for fun. I love Dr. Jean!<br /><br />6. They are so excited for school. This is quite a few of my students' first school experience and boy are they excited to learn. I love that they are <span style="font-size:180%;">excited to learn</span>!<br /><br />7. Kindergartners don't let stuff get under their skin. One minute they could be bawling because so-and-so didn't want to sit by them and the next they will be happily doing their work. Although I <span style="font-size:180%;">DETEST</span> the crying (hmmm...should I <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> be an early childhood educator?), I do love how they don't get mad at me when I correct a negative behavior. One thing you should know about me as a teacher is I am not like "oh, poor you..." and reinforce their crying. I'm more of the "I'm sorry you are sad but let's make a better choice. What can you do to make the situation better?" teacher. So going back to the early childhood educator comment, I am a great teacher when it comes to create independent learners, but not a great teacher when it comes to comforting the criers--especially the <span style="font-size:180%;">chronic criers</span>.<br /><br />8. As I mentioned before, they really don't have any <span style="font-size:180%;">inhibitions</span>. They are willing to try anything. The say anything (remember the "Mrs. Rowberry, you look like you're going to have a baby!" comment?).<br /><br />9. As my sister-in-law<span style="font-size:180%;"> <a href="http://vafrost.blogspot.com/">Victoria</a></span> mentioned, they are great for my self-esteem. A ridiculous looking tree that I quickly draw becomes a Monet in their eyes (maybe because I tell them to squint?). Although today they did like my "preschool" tree better than my "kindergarten" tree. Ah well, can't win them all!<br /><br />10. I love their smiles! I'm not going to lie, I miss my second graders terribly. 3 years will do that to ya. And today I almost cried because I missed teaching with Paula and Erin so much. I feel a little lonely because I am totally by myself. There is another kindergarten teacher, but we don't see each other at all during the day and we both do our own thing. But I am happy teaching the little ones. I will really miss teaching next year, but I am really excited to be a stay-at-home mom with 2 <span style="font-size:180%;">(that's right...TWO)</span> kiddos of my own!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And because picture-less posts are not very exciting, here are some cute pictures of Elinor from this past weekend. You can really see those <span style="font-size:180%;">bottom teeth</span> in one of them. Are you surprised that my daughter likes ice cream? </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje5jm9et3V02fp8-a9izj-GcEmwH2DKwCzffEvZocQIDRW8ho7IOPF3MQDxLhcwFemcvjzro9bDqtX_qLthyqOCBnmHudRSyoKBQz4W1m5W7-TmG1VqyCrb0nZ3yB4ak53Ad5PCAtsgrc/s1600-h/photo(2).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje5jm9et3V02fp8-a9izj-GcEmwH2DKwCzffEvZocQIDRW8ho7IOPF3MQDxLhcwFemcvjzro9bDqtX_qLthyqOCBnmHudRSyoKBQz4W1m5W7-TmG1VqyCrb0nZ3yB4ak53Ad5PCAtsgrc/s200/photo(2).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243849755027557474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSMu7L8QNjvEy60m-6f0CEsMCbLgm0_FqLe3xw6k4-NUeFol_nQsGE59Sf-TfGudC8LNeUDtEyC5e0sppqWJquq9J0ROZpf3nKQJ5o_O5rdB6fwe7etYhIzB91czjsY7S9jDfr7cLY3kg/s1600-h/photo(3).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSMu7L8QNjvEy60m-6f0CEsMCbLgm0_FqLe3xw6k4-NUeFol_nQsGE59Sf-TfGudC8LNeUDtEyC5e0sppqWJquq9J0ROZpf3nKQJ5o_O5rdB6fwe7etYhIzB91czjsY7S9jDfr7cLY3kg/s200/photo(3).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243849760055830258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;">Oh, and the big news: We are moving! To this townhouse! The bedrooms are downstairs in this one.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0oPwPnrUi8ZdHhqX-rZzH0kXY_jeyI96bXtdnwq_5sbLT-cp7Yb9EwTNLvLKZERGfpU_5b09z-DS4Ui4gcYy-hF0eaEpsziJAOEzNdrZs2vV7LmOlyXgLkocyp1GaUn7AUl0VIy8nG9c/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0oPwPnrUi8ZdHhqX-rZzH0kXY_jeyI96bXtdnwq_5sbLT-cp7Yb9EwTNLvLKZERGfpU_5b09z-DS4Ui4gcYy-hF0eaEpsziJAOEzNdrZs2vV7LmOlyXgLkocyp1GaUn7AUl0VIy8nG9c/s200/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243849764746336962" border="0" /></a>Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16223900860112653788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-68840594612818865932008-08-24T05:38:00.000-06:002008-08-24T05:38:00.124-06:00Unintelligencer<a href="http://www.unintelligencer.com/">Unintelligencer</a><br />this be a fuunee translatr tyhat maek ewe soun dumber thna yuo be. dis text wuz created using tehz unintelligencer. mai favs pt abowt da site are thee image uv th' dumb guy oan tha top ov teh page. itz is a incredable pikchur.Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07367784105061690927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420064585741354311.post-71478072298467557632008-08-21T14:06:00.002-06:002008-08-21T14:11:32.579-06:00Kindergarten JoysSecond graders have learned a little bit about social cues--like when to say things and when not to say things. Kindergarteners, on the other hand, have little social inhibitions. One example today:<br /><br />Madison: "You look like you're going to have a baby, Mrs. Rowberry!"<br /><br />Hmm...good thing I <span style="font-style: italic;">am </span>having a baby. Otherwise I would feel pretty bad about myself today! I am already showing pretty good, so I should probably tell my kids so I don't have more comments like that (at least without them <span style="font-style: italic;">knowing</span> I am pregnant!).Aliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16223900860112653788noreply@blogger.com1