<?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-4916390813133787338</id><updated>2011-09-14T11:13:31.867-04:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Motherhood'/><category term='Birthday Celebrations'/><category term='Maryland Life'/><category term='The Girls'/><category term='In the Kitchen'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Arizona Life'/><category term='Pre-school Days'/><category term='Extended Family'/><category term='Blog News'/><category term='Twilight Saga'/><category term='Life Lessons'/><category term='What I&apos;m Watching'/><category term='Wildlife'/><category term='Favorite Quotes'/><category term='Tamara'/><category term='Thankful Thursday'/><category term='The Man'/><category term='The Gospel'/><category term='Recommendations'/><category term='Roadtrips'/><category term='Virginia Life'/><category term='School Days'/><category term='Grandparents'/><category term='Crafting'/><category term='Our Pets'/><title type='text'>Roots &amp; Wings...and the moments in between</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-2228435828915075524</id><published>2011-05-29T22:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T16:18:26.585-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia Life'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year! No, wait...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, New Year's has long past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had good intentions about continuing on with my goal of updating the blog at least once a week, but 2011 kind of got away from me. I'll be honest...this year has simply been OUT OF CONTROL and I don't like it. But that's just life, or so I'm told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rather than do a book report on all the things that have been happening over the past five months, I'll report where we are today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home, from an awesome skydiving birthday party for The Man (see video below).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoying the rest of our Memorial Day weekend, which will include a trip to the movies to see Kung Fu Panda 2 in 3D (the&amp;nbsp;girls can barely wait).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lathering ourselves up with Aloe because we're red like lobsters (okay, really it's just me doing that - I seriously need to pay attention to sun screen).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preparing for the last day of Kindergarten (can you BELIEVE IT?), which will be here in about three-weeks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also preparing for Granny Kay's arrival, which happens just before school gets out. The girls are counting down the days on their calendars - literally!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wondering where the spring weather was, or went, and how it can possibly be almost-summer-time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;As you can see, life continues to roll on for our little family. It's not exciting all of the time, but it's definitely filled with moments that we'll never forget. Like The Man's 51st birthday party at &lt;a href="http://nolimitsskydiving.com/"&gt;No Limits Skydiving&lt;/a&gt;. He's always wanted to try it, so a drop from 12,000 feet was his gift this year. I can't say I wasn't scared&amp;nbsp;to watch him fly through the sky - especially before&amp;nbsp;his chute opened - but knowing how happy&amp;nbsp;the experience&amp;nbsp;would make&amp;nbsp;him,&amp;nbsp;made the gift (and my nerves)&amp;nbsp;totally worth it. You can check out&amp;nbsp;what he saw below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/BCKf6oTzLr0/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BCKf6oTzLr0?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BCKf6oTzLr0?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can view more pictures from the weekend &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.2088700542831.2129218.1404721230&amp;amp;l=56ce21f2aa"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises to be back soon...if for no other reason than to document the moments our family never wants to forget...and the ones you're not always with us to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-2228435828915075524?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/2228435828915075524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=2228435828915075524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/2228435828915075524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/2228435828915075524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-new-year-no-wait.html' title='Happy New Year! No, wait...'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/th_TamSig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-1503652834254963929</id><published>2010-12-17T18:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T18:43:07.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cards 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; height:494px;"&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="height:482px; 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font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Turn your pictures into &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-photo-cards" style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;personalized Christmas cards&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewViewCollection" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;View the entire &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;collection&lt;/a&gt; of cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" border="0" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;c1=msc&amp;c2=blogger" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetBottom" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif);"&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/4916390813133787338-1503652834254963929?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/1503652834254963929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=1503652834254963929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/1503652834254963929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/1503652834254963929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-cards-2010.html' title='Christmas Cards 2010'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-2742009420568567978</id><published>2010-10-15T20:30:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T20:47:39.596-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extended Family'/><title type='text'>Goodbye, Aunt Bonnie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TLjzrdgxApI/AAAAAAAAAd0/xHewy_kjtXQ/s1600/Me,+Aunt+Bonnie+and+Ericman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="252" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TLjzrdgxApI/AAAAAAAAAd0/xHewy_kjtXQ/s320/Me,+Aunt+Bonnie+and+Ericman.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Aunt Bonnie and my brother, Eric.&lt;br /&gt;Greely Hill, California.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿It is with great sadness that I write this post, but I feel that it must be done in honor of&amp;nbsp;the woman who took so much time to document the events of my family and our ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Bonnie, my dad's sister, passed away on September 30th, at the age of 79. Her passing came as quite a shock.&amp;nbsp;Despite living with Diabetes and having an issue or two here and there, she was in&amp;nbsp;very good&amp;nbsp;health. In fact,&amp;nbsp;she was one of the most spry 79-year-olds I've ever known.&amp;nbsp;She could literally&amp;nbsp;dance circles around many who&amp;nbsp;were&amp;nbsp;half her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was that enthusiasm and zest for life that I will always remember about my Aunt Bonnie. She found joy in everything and had an incredible knack for making&amp;nbsp;things fun. Trips to her house were filled with adventure and my brother and I never lacked for something to do. On more than one occassion, she'd pack us some snacks and we'd play for hours on this giant log outside her house. We'd pretend that it was our fort, a rocket ship or some other creative thing that only a child's imagination can dream up. Other times we'd ride bikes, go on nature walks, have frog races, fly airplanes or try on the gazillion clothes she made for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Bonnie was extremely talented -- both artistically and creatively. Each year she'd come up with the most amazing gifts --&amp;nbsp;usually something she'd made from a family heirloom. From stuffed rabbits to Pringle can Santa's -- my Aunt Bonnie had a way of making the holidays extra special. Today,&amp;nbsp;as I decorate for each holiday, I find a treasure from her to display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to painting, my Aunt Bonnie&amp;nbsp;could knit like nobody's business. Some of my fondest memories are of watching her work with the needles -- creating something wonderful from a simple ball of yarn. During one visit, she made outfits for my favorite teddy bear and my brother's favorite monkey. She&amp;nbsp;whipped them up like they were nothing and&amp;nbsp;we were in awe! Thinking of her attending her "Happy Hookers"&amp;nbsp;meetings (a knitting pun she came up with) still brings a smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TLjx_7cmJgI/AAAAAAAAAdw/P5728vNnM2U/s1600/Made+by+Aunt+Bonnie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="194" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TLjx_7cmJgI/AAAAAAAAAdw/P5728vNnM2U/s320/Made+by+Aunt+Bonnie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother and I show off the clothes Aunt Bonnie&lt;br /&gt;made for our favorite stuffed animals.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Visiting&amp;nbsp;my Aunt Bonnie's cabin&amp;nbsp;home in Greely Hill was always special. She lived there for many years with my Grandma Dorothy and my Uncle Clay, who both required full-time care due to failing health. In addition to being a care giver for my grandmother and uncle, my Aunt Bonnie was constantly doing service for the rest of her family, her&amp;nbsp;community and&amp;nbsp;her friends. I will always remember her as&amp;nbsp;a woman of faith, who made it a point to pray&amp;nbsp;daily for those in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we lived on opposite coasts,&amp;nbsp;my Aunt Bonnie&amp;nbsp;never felt far away. She regularly sent letters, called to say hello and made a point of being involved in my family's life. She was great at documenting our family history and made sure that each of us received treasured heirlooms from the family members who went before us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Bonnie was truly a&amp;nbsp;remarkable woman and loved by everyone who knew her. While she will be missed dearly by those she left behind, I firmly believe that she continues to do her good works in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Aunt Bonnie. Thank you for everything. You will&amp;nbsp;always hold a special place in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-2742009420568567978?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/2742009420568567978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=2742009420568567978&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/2742009420568567978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/2742009420568567978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/10/goodbye-aunt-bonnie.html' title='Goodbye, Aunt Bonnie.'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TLjzrdgxApI/AAAAAAAAAd0/xHewy_kjtXQ/s72-c/Me,+Aunt+Bonnie+and+Ericman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-3921887855572339942</id><published>2010-10-08T07:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T08:15:01.125-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><title type='text'>Happy Bithday, Babies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TK8JHPqv-7I/AAAAAAAAAds/84doOIJ18aQ/s1600/Claire+and+Sydney+1+-+May+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TK8JHPqv-7I/AAAAAAAAAds/84doOIJ18aQ/s320/Claire+and+Sydney+1+-+May+2010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know I talk about my babies a lot, but in reality, they aren't babies any more. As of today, they are now six-years-old and growing faster day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've kept up with my blog, you know this doesn't make me happy. I'm the kind of person that likes a good thing to last forever, and being a mom to two sweet baby girls was/is the most fun I've ever had. And the fact that time just keeps going by faster and faster reminds me that I need to try to slow down every now and then to relish&amp;nbsp;the moments -- big and small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years ago I received the two biggest blessings in my life. That day brought so much anxiety, but so much joy. Looking back,&amp;nbsp;I don't know how my heart or body handled it all. It definitely wasn't easy, but sooooo worth every minute. Being part of their lives is&amp;nbsp;an adventure I wouldn't trade for anything.&amp;nbsp;I hope Miss Independent and Little Miss never forget&amp;nbsp;much I love and appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And just in case you're wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we have a big party planned for tomorrow. Stay tuned for pictures and a recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-3921887855572339942?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/3921887855572339942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=3921887855572339942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3921887855572339942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3921887855572339942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-bithday-babies.html' title='Happy Bithday, Babies!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TK8JHPqv-7I/AAAAAAAAAds/84doOIJ18aQ/s72-c/Claire+and+Sydney+1+-+May+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-5192778081181439339</id><published>2010-09-28T07:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T15:27:13.047-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extended Family'/><title type='text'>She's coming!</title><content type='html'>Who is "she," you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHE," is my &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOTHER-IN-LAW&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;good news&lt;/span&gt; is I love her, so it's a good thing that she's coming to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;bad news&lt;/span&gt; is that my house isn't ready and I'm going to be up late trying to make sure it gets somewhat presentable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been three months since we moved in and I still feel like I'm unpacking. Seriously, I have no idea when or if it will ever end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...just wish me luck and stay tuned for an update about our visit with Grandma Beverly. The last time she came to visit us the girls were just eight-months old. We've seen her since, of course, but not on our turf. Boy how time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-5192778081181439339?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/5192778081181439339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=5192778081181439339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/5192778081181439339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/5192778081181439339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/09/shes-coming.html' title='She&apos;s coming!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/th_TamSig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-6376234525052332260</id><published>2010-09-24T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T13:32:47.833-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Kitchen'/><title type='text'>What's for dinner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TJzeZQFKorI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ogfoSgxIu-o/s1600/Chicken+Wreath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TJzeZQFKorI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ogfoSgxIu-o/s320/Chicken+Wreath.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Although it's more of an appetizer, the&amp;nbsp;dinner we're most enjoying&amp;nbsp;in my house is the Chicken Wreath, made on a baking stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently made&amp;nbsp;two in one night -- one for the family and one for recipe club -- and they were both a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following recipe is an altered version of a recipe from Pampered Chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Baking Stone Chicken Wreath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ingredients&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1 can (10 oz.) Chunk White Chicken; drained and flaked&lt;br /&gt;½ cup Red Bell Pepper; chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 small bunch Broccoli; chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 cup Colby-Jack Cheese; shredded&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup Mayonnaise&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. Lemon Juice&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp. Salt&lt;br /&gt;2 pkgs. (8 oz.) Pillsbury Crescent Rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Directions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Mix ingredients. Arrange crescent roll triangles into a circle or “sun” pattern on baking stone. Wide ends of triangles should overlap in the center with points facing toward the outside. Scoop mixture evenly onto widest end of each triangle. Bring outside points of triangles up over filling and tuck under wide ends of dough at the center of the ring. (Filling will not be completely covered.) Bake at 375° for 20-25 minutes or until golden brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-6376234525052332260?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/6376234525052332260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=6376234525052332260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/6376234525052332260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/6376234525052332260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/09/whats-for-dinner.html' title='What&apos;s for dinner?'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TJzeZQFKorI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ogfoSgxIu-o/s72-c/Chicken+Wreath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-3654173852432622194</id><published>2010-09-19T21:17:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:34:22.416-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maryland Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>Fall is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TJa1RLhCQvI/AAAAAAAAAdc/u6SCYUpGG28/s1600/IMG_3294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TJa1RLhCQvI/AAAAAAAAAdc/u6SCYUpGG28/s320/IMG_3294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Independent and Little Miss&lt;br /&gt;October 2009&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, so it's not officially Fall&amp;nbsp;until Tuesday, but it's close enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sorting through old photos today and came across this one from last year. We were living in Maryland and drove way out into the middle of nowhere to a pumpkin farm someone told us about. It was a drizzling day, but we figured all was well. However, when we finally&amp;nbsp;arrived at the farm we were crushed to find out it was closed. It was a Chevy Chase Wally World moment for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept driving&amp;nbsp;and ended up at&amp;nbsp;an Amish Farmer's Market. Despite the rain, we enjoyed&amp;nbsp;picking out fresh fruits and vegetables -- including a couple of pumpkins -- as well as some yummy made-from-scratch&amp;nbsp;cookies and sweet breads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, reflecting on that day was all I needed to put me into&amp;nbsp;a Fall State of Mind. I'm looking&amp;nbsp;forward to things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The State Fair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The girl's birthday party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The leaves changing colors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The pumpkin farm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lower temperatures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caramel apples&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trick-or-treating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pumpkin Pie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And so much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just about my most favorite time of the year. How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-3654173852432622194?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/3654173852432622194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=3654173852432622194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3654173852432622194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3654173852432622194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/09/fall-is-here.html' title='Fall is here!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TJa1RLhCQvI/AAAAAAAAAdc/u6SCYUpGG28/s72-c/IMG_3294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-966337281573059618</id><published>2010-09-17T21:32:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T21:42:21.771-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recommendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I&apos;m Watching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>I'm a Gleek and proud of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TJQUM0feaqI/AAAAAAAAAdU/rugrUdU8G0g/s1600/Glee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TJQUM0feaqI/AAAAAAAAAdU/rugrUdU8G0g/s320/Glee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am now&amp;nbsp;a Gleek.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just caught up on Season 1 and am now officially ready for the premiere of Season 2, which airs next Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept hearing the music and ended up buying a CD before ever watching the show (I have this thing for show tunes). I ended up liking it so much that I had to watch an episode.&amp;nbsp;Within minutes, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was hooked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be&amp;nbsp;a little late, but that's okay. If there's one thing I've learned from Glee, it's that it's okay not to be part of the "in crowd." What's important is that I'm owning my inner diva-ness and singing with the rest of the Gleeks from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not a member, I would highly recommend checking it out. For me, the show has taken me back to my "I wanna be an actress" days and gets me up and moving. I can barely sit still and find myself&amp;nbsp;singing and dancing -- Glee-style. And although they're not watching the show, Miss Independent and Little Miss have been enjoying a few of the tunes too. Our favorite right now is&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002TSM9NC/ref=dm_mu_dp_trk1" target="_blank"&gt;Don't Stop Believin'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (by Journey). Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-966337281573059618?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/966337281573059618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=966337281573059618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/966337281573059618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/966337281573059618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-gleek-and-proud-of-it.html' title='I&apos;m a Gleek and proud of it'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TJQUM0feaqI/AAAAAAAAAdU/rugrUdU8G0g/s72-c/Glee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-6786990987171546184</id><published>2010-09-16T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T21:14:05.448-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recommendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Saga'/><title type='text'>Eclipse DVD coming in December!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TJJo-pELInI/AAAAAAAAAdM/iEtaHKISnGw/s1600/Eclipse+DVDs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TJJo-pELInI/AAAAAAAAAdM/iEtaHKISnGw/s320/Eclipse+DVDs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely feeling better today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard that the release date for Eclipse (on DVD) is December 4, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More information is available&amp;nbsp;on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I need to set up a viewing party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-6786990987171546184?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/6786990987171546184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=6786990987171546184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/6786990987171546184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/6786990987171546184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/09/eclipse-dvd-will-be-out-in-december.html' title='Eclipse DVD coming in December!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TJJo-pELInI/AAAAAAAAAdM/iEtaHKISnGw/s72-c/Eclipse+DVDs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-3369994600210848382</id><published>2010-09-15T20:31:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T13:06:17.271-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wildlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>Looking for the albino squirrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TJFlIM9l8vI/AAAAAAAAAdE/epF1IqeU0og/s1600/albino+squirrel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TJFlIM9l8vI/AAAAAAAAAdE/epF1IqeU0og/s320/albino+squirrel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm having &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;one of those days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The kind of day where everything goes wrong -- from the minute you get out of bed, until the minute you fall asleep that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I hate those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I could take the high road and say that I'll learn something from this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could remind myself that it's all worth it -- even if I can't see&amp;nbsp;the reasons&amp;nbsp;clearly right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could think of all the things I'm grateful for, or throw myself into some act of service...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&amp;nbsp;the only thing me and my bad attitude want to do&amp;nbsp;is go back to bed and start over again. Unfortunately,&amp;nbsp;life doesn't have a rewind button. Plus, it's almost 8:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's&amp;nbsp;a happy thought...life does have a "do-over" button (assuming I live to see tomorrow).&amp;nbsp;Each new day brings an opportunity for better things -- including better attitudes and a chance to find an albino squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, you read that right -- a chance to find an albino squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there's one running around the&amp;nbsp;neighborhood and my&amp;nbsp;friend Amanda says if you see him, he'll bring you good luck. So I'm going to call it a day, get some rest, and then start my hunt tomorrow. Even if I don't find the albino squirrel, I bet I'll definitely find a better attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-3369994600210848382?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/3369994600210848382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=3369994600210848382&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3369994600210848382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3369994600210848382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/09/looking-for-albino-squirrel.html' title='Looking for the albino squirrel'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TJFlIM9l8vI/AAAAAAAAAdE/epF1IqeU0og/s72-c/albino+squirrel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-395555805881338645</id><published>2010-09-14T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T16:00:52.213-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-school Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafting'/><title type='text'>Pre-school Days Photo Book</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd test out the "Share Project" feature on Shutterfly, which allows you to share projects you create with people who don't have accounts with their Web site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently created this photo book to highlight the girl's two years of Pre-school. Check it out and let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" height="425" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshowphotobook/slideshow_pb.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="xmlURL=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fpsdata%3FprojectGUID%3D0RcOGjhwzY85K%26uid%3D001038804880%26size%3D0%26ts%3D1284490786000%26height%3D425%26width%3D425&amp;size=0&amp;ob=0&amp;fc=0&amp;ss=0&amp;sb=0&amp;ft=0"/&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"/&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="best"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="425" align="middle" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" name="wrapper" quality="best" menu="false" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="xmlURL=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fpsdata%3FprojectGUID%3D0RcOGjhwzY85K%26uid%3D001038804880%26size%3D0%26ts%3D1284490786000%26height%3D425%26width%3D425&amp;size=0&amp;ob=0&amp;fc=0&amp;ss=0&amp;sb=0&amp;ft=0" src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshowphotobook/slideshow_pb.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 425px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0RcOGjhwzYvig&amp;amp;eid=115"&gt;Click here to view this photo book larger.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="1" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;amp;c1=photobook&amp;amp;c2=blogger" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-395555805881338645?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/395555805881338645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=395555805881338645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/395555805881338645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/395555805881338645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/09/pre-school-days-photo-book.html' title='Pre-school Days Photo Book'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-905704947918984329</id><published>2010-09-08T23:00:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:36:42.102-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Days'/><title type='text'>Hello, Kindergarten!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TIjB3Cw71PI/AAAAAAAAAcc/TgQqXZ_t6xo/s1600/First+Day+of+KG+-+Girls+1+-+09.7.2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TIjB3Cw71PI/AAAAAAAAAcc/TgQqXZ_t6xo/s320/First+Day+of+KG+-+Girls+1+-+09.7.2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little Miss and Miss Independent&lt;br /&gt;September 7, 2010&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WE DID IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by WE, I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I DID IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to send them off -- on time and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls did great. They were soooo excited to get on the bus. Of course my camera battery died after two pictures (apparently I'd left it on by accident the night before), so all of my pictures came via the iPhone and some really nice neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TIkt-3f0sNI/AAAAAAAAAck/Z9vOp_vqqAA/s1600/First+Day+of+KG+-+Stinger+Bee+Breakfast+-+09.7.2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TIkt-3f0sNI/AAAAAAAAAck/Z9vOp_vqqAA/s200/First+Day+of+KG+-+Stinger+Bee+Breakfast+-+09.7.2010.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stinger Bee Breakfast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite all of that, the day was great. We started with a "Stinger Bee Breakfast" (in honor of the school mascot). I made scrambled eggs, bacon and toast and shaped everything on the plate. Although I thought it looked like a bee, the kids thought it looked more like a bat. Here's a picture so you can decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table was decorated with yellow and black accents. At each place setting was&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;new book, some flash cards and a really cool &lt;a href="http://www.tervis.com/Main.aspx?gclid=CMfzlrWJ-6MCFZJ95QodgVmSLA" target="_blank"&gt;Tervis Tumbler&lt;/a&gt; with a bee on it. This breakfast idea will hopefully become a tradition that we do each year on the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a few pictures, we walked to the bus stop. There were tons of parents and kids waiting with anticipation. There were at least six other Kindergartner's, so the girls made some immediate friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TIkzdGBZd2I/AAAAAAAAAcs/fZDzStSKPVU/s1600/First+Day+of+KG+-+Bus+1+-+09.7.2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TIkzdGBZd2I/AAAAAAAAAcs/fZDzStSKPVU/s200/First+Day+of+KG+-+Bus+1+-+09.7.2010.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When the bus arrived, both girls ran to get in line. They totally forgot about mommy and daddy and didn't even look back for a picture. I managed to capture them getting to the door, but that was it. And since they are riding a newer style bus with tinted windows,&amp;nbsp;I couldn't see which seat they were in. So, I ended up blowing kisses to every kid on the bus. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TIkz8mTdCNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/XoZvE2XoC9E/s1600/First+Day+of+KG+-+Bus+2+-+09.7.2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TIkz8mTdCNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/XoZvE2XoC9E/s200/First+Day+of+KG+-+Bus+2+-+09.7.2010.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As far as crying goes, I managed to hold it together until the&amp;nbsp;bus pulled away. The walk home was hard but I made it. Overall, I think I did pretty good -- all things considering (no sleep the night before, constant anxiety, etc.). I concentrated on work until it was time to go back to the bus stop to pick them up. It was&amp;nbsp;so fun when they arrived. They had&amp;nbsp;a ton of stories to share and said they were excited to go back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell -- this worrisome mom couldn't be happier with how the day turned out. And, hopefully, from here on out, I'll be much less&amp;nbsp;worrisome (yeah, right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who called to check on me throughout the first day. Your comforting words&amp;nbsp;meant so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a great school year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-905704947918984329?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/905704947918984329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=905704947918984329&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/905704947918984329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/905704947918984329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/09/hello-kindergarten.html' title='Hello, Kindergarten!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TIjB3Cw71PI/AAAAAAAAAcc/TgQqXZ_t6xo/s72-c/First+Day+of+KG+-+Girls+1+-+09.7.2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-6653312827720811279</id><published>2010-09-06T22:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:05:15.266-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Days'/><title type='text'>Just keep swimming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In less than ten hours&lt;/span&gt; my babies will be heading off to Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pulse is racing and I have hundreds of thoughts in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;What if we don't get up in time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What if they refuse to get on the bus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I refuse to let them get on the bus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What if they have a terrible day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AAAGGGHHH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, deep breath. I know I will survive. I'm not the first person to go through this. There are TONS of teachers and volunteers just waiting to help make their day great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do this. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can do this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be up at the crack of dawn making a "First Day of School" breakfast for the monkeys, then it's off to get them ready, take pictures, put them on the bus, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for a report on how it all goes. Assuming&amp;nbsp;I survive the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Nemo's dad did (in &lt;em&gt;Finding Nemo&lt;/em&gt;)&amp;nbsp;on Nemo's first day of school. He was totally paranoid about every little thing and Nemo ended up getting sucked into the fisherman's net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my mantra should be, "Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming." like Dory suggests and all will go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-6653312827720811279?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/6653312827720811279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=6653312827720811279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/6653312827720811279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/6653312827720811279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-keep-swimming.html' title='Just keep swimming...'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/th_TamSig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-1411980398920938551</id><published>2010-09-02T21:45:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:41:11.107-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Days'/><title type='text'>Dear Kindergarten:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TIBNAPgOAGI/AAAAAAAAAcU/_Xib9Fxke_M/s1600/Kindergarten+Orientation+1+-+9.2.2010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TIBNAPgOAGI/AAAAAAAAAcU/_Xib9Fxke_M/s320/Kindergarten+Orientation+1+-+9.2.2010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Since we're meeting each other for the first time, I thought it would be fair to warn you that I'm going to be one of &lt;em&gt;THOSE&lt;/em&gt; parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The kind of parent who:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cries the first time they open the school doors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cries when walking down the hall to her child's classroom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cries when filling out paperwork.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cries when talking to the office staff/teacher/principal for the first time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cries while taking a gazillion pictures of her babies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The kind of parent who:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does all of this at Kindergarten Orientation -- &lt;em&gt;BEFORE&lt;/em&gt; school even starts!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yup. &lt;strong&gt;That's ME&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm one of&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;those parents&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in fairness, there's a reason I'm &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; kind of parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the parent of twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me rephrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am the parent of &lt;em&gt;ONLY twins&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going through this process for the first&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; last time -- &lt;em&gt;AT THE SAME TIME&lt;/em&gt;! My emotional state is&amp;nbsp;working double duty because I'm sending my first and last babies out into the world -- at the very same time -- and it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I didn't warn you that I would cry like a baby today. In all honesty, I didn't know I would. And, yes, I will probably do the same thing next week when school starts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BUT, please&amp;nbsp;don't judge me on these days alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bear with me and understand that while I've had years to prepare myself, the time has gone by too quickly and I'm still not ready to let my children go. Not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely I'm not alone in feeling this way,&amp;nbsp;Kindergarten, so I'd appreciate you &lt;em&gt;empathizing&lt;/em&gt; with me and all of the&amp;nbsp;other parents going through similar situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing,&amp;nbsp;I appreciate your patience -- in advance -- for I have no idea how I&amp;nbsp;will act or react during our&amp;nbsp;one-time-only, year-long&amp;nbsp;relationship. With that said, I say "let the madness... I mean, wonderful memory-making&amp;nbsp;begin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Parent (at least for now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-1411980398920938551?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/1411980398920938551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=1411980398920938551&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/1411980398920938551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/1411980398920938551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-kindergarten.html' title='Dear Kindergarten:'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TIBNAPgOAGI/AAAAAAAAAcU/_Xib9Fxke_M/s72-c/Kindergarten+Orientation+1+-+9.2.2010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-6834686559543864531</id><published>2010-08-26T18:50:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T19:19:30.460-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roadtrips'/><title type='text'>Birthday beach trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/THbwNBjzVaI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Edr6ksVmjfc/s1600/Girls+1+-+08.20.2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/THbwNBjzVaI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Edr6ksVmjfc/s320/Girls+1+-+08.20.2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beach trip for my birthday was a great little get-away for us. Our only regret about the trip was that it didn't last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd forgotten how much I love swimming in the ocean, searching for sea shells, eating crab legs and going to the candy store for salt water taffy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from the picture, the girls loved the trip too, and they did everything they could to stay at the ocean as long as possible. Can't say I blame them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see&amp;nbsp;pictures from our trip, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2076936&amp;amp;id=1404721230&amp;amp;l=d50a1d01ac" target="_blank"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-6834686559543864531?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/6834686559543864531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=6834686559543864531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/6834686559543864531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/6834686559543864531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/08/beach-trip.html' title='Birthday beach trip!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/THbwNBjzVaI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Edr6ksVmjfc/s72-c/Girls+1+-+08.20.2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-4746703707409236811</id><published>2010-08-25T08:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T11:45:40.623-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maryland Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>Block Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/THK4pbi2vxI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Lp_3PZ33Ajw/s1600/Be+Blocks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/THK4pbi2vxI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Lp_3PZ33Ajw/s320/Be+Blocks.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before I moved from Maryland I had a craft night with a dear friend of mine, Kelley. We made "Be Blocks," which another friend of mine (&lt;a href="http://theinkboutique.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Rachele, from Arizona&lt;/a&gt;) dreamed up and even had published in a paper craft magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've never heard of Gordon B. Hinckley's book, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Way-Be-ways-happy-something/dp/0743238303/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1282750658&amp;amp;sr=8-1" target="_blank"&gt;Way to Be!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I highly recommend reading it. It's a book about virtues and highlights nine ways to be happy and to make something of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the nine "Be's"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be Grateful&lt;br /&gt;2. Be Smart&lt;br /&gt;3. Be Involved&lt;br /&gt;4. Be Clean&lt;br /&gt;5. Be True&lt;br /&gt;6. Be Positive&lt;br /&gt;7. Be Humble&lt;br /&gt;8. Be Still&lt;br /&gt;9. Be Prayerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, great book and a really quick read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway -- the&amp;nbsp;blocks turned out beautiful and I'm so glad we had an opportunity to make them together. I miss you, Kelley. I'm glad you love the blocks as much as I do. And thanks, Rachele, for creating such a beautiful memento of President Hinckley's "Be's" -- I'll treasure mine forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-4746703707409236811?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/4746703707409236811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=4746703707409236811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/4746703707409236811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/4746703707409236811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/08/block-party.html' title='Block Party!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/THK4pbi2vxI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Lp_3PZ33Ajw/s72-c/Be+Blocks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-8334756506785560394</id><published>2010-08-16T08:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T11:46:01.379-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>In my dreams, I'm Wonder Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TGqt-KnIhuI/AAAAAAAAAb0/rYhsUo9lbA0/s1600/WW+Frame.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TGqt-KnIhuI/AAAAAAAAAb0/rYhsUo9lbA0/s320/WW+Frame.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For as long as I can remember, Wonder Woman has been my hero. Like lots of little girls, I would spin around and pretend to turn into Wonder Woman. I would fly around the house in my Wonder Woman Underoos. I would watch the TV show and pretend that it was me fighting crime "in satin tights." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put simply, Wonder Woman is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so is my favorite birthday present this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents sent me this framed picture of Wonder Woman, which I'm proudly displaying in my office. So even if I can't BE Wonder Woman -- make that, even if I can't LOOK like Wonder Woman -- I can still see her every day and pretend that I am her -- out to save the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also make sure that my little girls grow up being fans too. Of course, they already are -- despite grumblings from The Man, who says the TV shows were a little violent. But what do you expect when you're fighting crime? Saving the world from a Nazi takeover ain't no picnic! Although, when you're Wonder Woman, you can make it look like a picnic. Here's to saving the&amp;nbsp;world and looking great while doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-8334756506785560394?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/8334756506785560394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=8334756506785560394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/8334756506785560394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/8334756506785560394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-my-dreams-im-wonder-woman.html' title='In my dreams, I&apos;m Wonder Woman'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TGqt-KnIhuI/AAAAAAAAAb0/rYhsUo9lbA0/s72-c/WW+Frame.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-3411002356501989853</id><published>2010-08-14T16:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T16:14:00.039-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extended Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>I'm not getting any younger...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TGVmG5lDQiI/AAAAAAAAAbs/68hAPMD6elA/s1600/Aunt+Janie+and+Me.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TGVmG5lDQiI/AAAAAAAAAbs/68hAPMD6elA/s320/Aunt+Janie+and+Me.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The fact that I'm not getting any younger bugs me, but what can I do about it? It's simply a fact of life and something we each have to deal with in our own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My way of dealing with it this year is to go to the beach for my birthday and pretend that I'll never hit 40. Unfortunately, I only have one year left until I actually do hit 40, and then I'm afraid it's all down hill from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding -- I know we only get better with age, so I'll manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the beach trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begged The Man to take me and he finally agreed. It's only a three-day trip, but it's still enough time away from reality to give me the refreshing break I need. Stay tuned for pictures -- not of me in a bathing suit, but of the girls having a blast in the sand and ocean. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of pictures, I thought you'd enjoy this one of my Aunt Janie and me at Virginia Beach way back when. She's the hot one, who, by the way, only gets hotter with age. She gives me hope that I'll do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-3411002356501989853?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/3411002356501989853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=3411002356501989853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3411002356501989853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3411002356501989853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-not-getting-any-younger.html' title='I&apos;m not getting any younger...'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TGVmG5lDQiI/AAAAAAAAAbs/68hAPMD6elA/s72-c/Aunt+Janie+and+Me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-6945428353978336547</id><published>2010-08-13T08:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T11:48:58.353-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>Today is Friday the 13th. I remember seeing bits and pieces of that movie when I was younger and it freaked me out. For the record -- I don't like scary movies, so the fact that I saw as much as I did probably ruined me for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have a great day because I'm not supersticious. How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-6945428353978336547?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/6945428353978336547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=6945428353978336547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/6945428353978336547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/6945428353978336547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/th_TamSig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-8871494847170602231</id><published>2010-08-11T07:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T16:46:20.778-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>My brother rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TGMLTsuJROI/AAAAAAAAAbk/XdH4pDa-DoU/s1600/E+and+his+Buick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TGMLTsuJROI/AAAAAAAAAbk/XdH4pDa-DoU/s320/E+and+his+Buick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So my brother, the&lt;br /&gt;E-man, just finished rebuilding his 1956 Buick Classic car. And while I haven't seen it in person, the pictures look absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed it off at Hot August Nights in Reno, Nevada last week and it was a huge hit. I sent him a shirt to wear that matched his car, so I felt like I was there in spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From birth, my brother has amazed me with his talents. He's been taking things apart and rebuilding them as long as I can remember. I think it used to get him in trouble, but take a look at this picture and you'll see that it was well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, E-man. You do great work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-8871494847170602231?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/8871494847170602231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=8871494847170602231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/8871494847170602231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/8871494847170602231'/><link 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update</title><content type='html'>So I'm really bummed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing GREAT on my goal of updating my blog at least once a week, but then we moved and it's thrown me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway -- I'm back to the grind and the world of blogging so I can continue documenting this great little life of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll come back for a visit soon, cause I got some stuff to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-4320731205411418408?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/4320731205411418408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-3997081129547820030</id><published>2010-07-06T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T13:04:01.675-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia Life'/><title type='text'>It's official!</title><content type='html'>We now have a Virginia address!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The move went well and we're finally getting settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-3997081129547820030?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/3997081129547820030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=3997081129547820030&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3997081129547820030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3997081129547820030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/th_TamSig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-22182973312997706</id><published>2010-06-22T17:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T17:03:00.180-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>Stop moving my cheese!</title><content type='html'>Remember that book, &lt;em&gt;Who Moved My Cheese&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was required to read it when it was all the corporate rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic premise (if you haven't read it) is that "change" (or, "cheese," in this scenario) is going to happen ("move") whether we like it or not. Those of us who embrace&amp;nbsp;the changes a&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; chase after&amp;nbsp;our cheese will succeed. Those of us who don't&amp;nbsp;will end up lost in the maze, ultimately missing out on future opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm still employed by the company that required me to read this book, I will refrain on commenting further on why I think they really wanted us to read it, but I will say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, I bought in to the idea of chasing after my cheese and felt like I was pretty good at doing so with a&amp;nbsp;happy and&amp;nbsp;positive attitude, but those days are long gone. Those were the days before I had kids&amp;nbsp;-- when I could do and&amp;nbsp;k&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;eep&lt;/span&gt; up with it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this particular time in my life, my cheese is moving around like crazy. Things are changing so rapidly that I can barely keep up with what day it is. And the hardest part of all of it -- is that the old me&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; handled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was organized. I could keep up with a list. I could think and speak in complete sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where the old me has gone, but if she's lucky, she's off on a beach somewhere enjoying some quiet time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong -- I absolutely love my life as a mother, but I'm having a hard time juggling it all. I've seriously&amp;nbsp;g&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt; to pull it together and muddle through these changes the best I know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's so HARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I have the best family a girl could ask for. I have the kind of family who drives 2,700 miles to clean my house, pack boxes, watch&amp;nbsp;my kids, hug&amp;nbsp;me when&amp;nbsp;I lose it, etc. I have no idea how I'd survive without them right now because t&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;ruth&lt;/span&gt; be told, I'm a little "off" these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that at some point soon, the&amp;nbsp;old me will meet up with the new me and come up with&amp;nbsp;a new and improved me. That's the kind of change I could deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-22182973312997706?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/22182973312997706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=22182973312997706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/22182973312997706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/22182973312997706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/06/stop-moving-my-cheese.html' title='Stop moving my cheese!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/th_TamSig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-6046703297575330353</id><published>2010-06-20T11:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T11:26:53.936-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>For my dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy Father's Day, Dad. I love you and I appreciate everything you've done for me. Including driving all the way out here (with Mom) to help us move this week! I owe you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TB4xmecktXI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Ot_B3Wc9_4k/s1600/Dad+and+Me.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TB4xmecktXI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Ot_B3Wc9_4k/s320/Dad+and+Me.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-6046703297575330353?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/6046703297575330353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=6046703297575330353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/6046703297575330353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/6046703297575330353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='For my dad'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TB4xmecktXI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Ot_B3Wc9_4k/s72-c/Dad+and+Me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-5190226505729070635</id><published>2010-06-15T16:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T07:23:56.620-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-school Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>I'm not ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TBfoT4Q1ziI/AAAAAAAAAbU/zaU17gJb5I0/s1600/conner+051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TBfoT4Q1ziI/AAAAAAAAAbU/zaU17gJb5I0/s320/conner+051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It seems like just yesterday I was pregnant with twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like just yesterday I was juggling two feedings at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like just yesterday that my babies started walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't just yesterday that these things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has the time gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to send them to Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to wave goodbye as they ride on the school bus for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to let them grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I guess I have to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is pre-school graduation. I'm barely ready for it. Once it's over, I have approximately two months to get myself ready for the next big step. And at the rate I'm going, it's never going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my babies back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh -- I know that's never going to happen, but I can still dream and relish the moments that went by way too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from the picture, my girls are growing up. And way, way too fast in my opinion. If only I could control time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-5190226505729070635?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/5190226505729070635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=5190226505729070635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/5190226505729070635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/5190226505729070635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-not-ready.html' title='I&apos;m not ready'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TBfoT4Q1ziI/AAAAAAAAAbU/zaU17gJb5I0/s72-c/conner+051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-3693271538541140069</id><published>2010-06-08T16:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T16:52:12.788-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recommendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Saga'/><title type='text'>The Eclipse soundtrack is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just got mine today and I love it. I am officially ready for the movie. Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TA6sSS70SII/AAAAAAAAAbM/6cBOmKOF8DU/s1600/Eclipse+Soundtrack.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TA6sSS70SII/AAAAAAAAAbM/6cBOmKOF8DU/s320/Eclipse+Soundtrack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4916390813133787338-3693271538541140069?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/3693271538541140069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=3693271538541140069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3693271538541140069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3693271538541140069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/06/eclipse-soundtrack-is-here.html' title='The Eclipse soundtrack is here!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TA6sSS70SII/AAAAAAAAAbM/6cBOmKOF8DU/s72-c/Eclipse+Soundtrack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-572868373037042719</id><published>2010-06-07T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T16:30:54.890-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Saga'/><title type='text'>Eclipse Trailer #3</title><content type='html'>I don't think this trailer is as good as the last two, but I'm still excited about the premiere, which will be here in about three weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:524730" width="480" height="319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashVars="configParams=id%3D1640827%26vid%3D524730%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A524730" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;padding:4px;width:500px;text-align:center;font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/movieawards/2010/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;Watch the 2010 MTV Movie Awards at MTV.com!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-572868373037042719?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/572868373037042719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=572868373037042719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/572868373037042719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/572868373037042719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/06/eclipse-trailer-3.html' title='Eclipse Trailer #3'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/th_TamSig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-3025638734657280884</id><published>2010-06-01T16:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T08:27:38.896-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-school Days'/><title type='text'>The latest photo shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TAVtniz_JxI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Et2UEXL_MYA/s1600/Claire+and+Sydney+3+-+May+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TAVtniz_JxI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Et2UEXL_MYA/s320/Claire+and+Sydney+3+-+May+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If it seems like I've posted a lot of pictures of the girls this year on Facebook or here on the blog, it's because I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Chasity, the girl's pre-school teacher also has her own photography business called &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=20231&amp;amp;id=112896622069107&amp;amp;ref=mf#!/pages/La-Plata-MD/Sugar-Spice-Snapshots/112896622069107?ajaxpipe=1&amp;amp;__a=3"target="_blank"&gt;Sugar &amp; Spice Snapshots&lt;/a&gt;. So, we get lots and lots of photos taken at school, as well as some fun extras when we do a photo shoot with her. As you can see, she does great work. I especially like the quote she picked for this picture: "Our roots say we're sisters; our hearts say we're friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-3025638734657280884?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/3025638734657280884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=3025638734657280884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3025638734657280884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3025638734657280884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/06/latest-photo-shoot.html' title='The latest photo shoot'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TAVtniz_JxI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Et2UEXL_MYA/s72-c/Claire+and+Sydney+3+-+May+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-1698138117390656383</id><published>2010-05-28T21:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:36:37.008-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Celebrations'/><title type='text'>The Man turns 50!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TABvFbS5jqI/AAAAAAAAAas/X2YaKciEy6Q/s1600/The+Man%27s+B-day+-+May+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TABvFbS5jqI/AAAAAAAAAas/X2YaKciEy6Q/s320/The+Man%27s+B-day+-+May+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Right off the bat I need to say that while THE MAN just turned 50, I personally am no where near that milestone myself! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His big day was another event to remember. The girls and I baked him a huge cake, blew up balloons, drew a giant picture and celebrated like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've said before, the girls love to throw a good party and I think you can tell by the picture that their daddy thought it was a huge success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-1698138117390656383?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/1698138117390656383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=1698138117390656383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/1698138117390656383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/1698138117390656383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/05/man-turns-50.html' title='The Man turns 50!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/TABvFbS5jqI/AAAAAAAAAas/X2YaKciEy6Q/s72-c/The+Man%27s+B-day+-+May+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-7902190878475235252</id><published>2010-05-24T20:00:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:05:51.636-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-school Days'/><title type='text'>The 2010 Dance Recital is coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S_sgkA43vsI/AAAAAAAAAac/t5V1QHVT4uE/s1600/Miss+Independent+-+Dance+Costume+-+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S_sgkA43vsI/AAAAAAAAAac/t5V1QHVT4uE/s200/Miss+Independent+-+Dance+Costume+-+2010.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So the girls are in their second year of dance and seem to really love it. I know The Man and I enjoy watching them during class each week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss pays attention and is all about perfection and smiles. And then there's Miss Independent who marches (make that, DANCES) to the beat of her own drummer. I'll be surprised if&amp;nbsp;she remembers the steps to the routine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S_sgm88I0MI/AAAAAAAAAak/QNmLInyDQmU/s1600/Little+Miss+-+Dance+Costume+-+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S_sgm88I0MI/AAAAAAAAAak/QNmLInyDQmU/s200/Little+Miss+-+Dance+Costume+-+2010.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If this year's recital is anything like last year, the class fees will have more than paid for themselves. It was a riot and a memory we'll never forget...especially since we have it on DVD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This year's&amp;nbsp;recital will be here&amp;nbsp;in less than a month, but since yesterday was picture day, I thought you'd enjoy a sneak peek of the costumes and overall sea of pink cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-7902190878475235252?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/7902190878475235252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=7902190878475235252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7902190878475235252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7902190878475235252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/05/2010-dance-recital-is-coming.html' title='The 2010 Dance Recital is coming!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S_sgkA43vsI/AAAAAAAAAac/t5V1QHVT4uE/s72-c/Miss+Independent+-+Dance+Costume+-+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-7188486207059821788</id><published>2010-05-24T06:00:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:21:43.277-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recommendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I&apos;m Watching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>I think I might be lost without LOST</title><content type='html'>WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't cried like that during a TV show in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show (IMHO) was excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music was beyond powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I still have questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I know they'll never be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I'm okay with that. (Sort of, anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some clips from my very favorite parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzQ3NTAzNzQyNDgmcHQ9MTI3NDc1MDM4MjY4MiZwPTczMDM3MSZkPUFCQ19TRlBfTG9ja2VfRW1iZWQmZz*yJm89/MjA3YWQ*ZWQyMjhmNDU2ZjljOTUxMWIzNWIwNWZiOWUmb2Y9MA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,124,0" width="426" height="260" id="ABCESNWID"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://a.abc.com/media/_global/swf/embed/2.6.3/SFP_Walt.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src="http://a.abc.com/media/_global/swf/embed/2.6.3/SFP_Walt.swf" quality="high" allowScriptAccess="always" allowNetworking="all" allowfullscreen="true" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="426" height="260" flashvars="configUrl=http://a.abc.com/service/sfp/embedplayerconfig/id/&amp;configId=406732&amp;playlistId=261771&amp;clipId=261997&amp;showId=SH006723620000&amp;gig_lt=1274750475879&amp;gig_pt=1274750479210&amp;gig_g=2" name="ABCESNWID"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a wonderful show that I'll miss almost as much as &lt;em&gt;Alias&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-7188486207059821788?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/7188486207059821788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=7188486207059821788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7188486207059821788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7188486207059821788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-i-might-be-lost-without-lost.html' title='I think I might be lost without LOST'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/th_TamSig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-7396135506134714533</id><published>2010-05-20T17:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T10:58:29.628-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Saga'/><title type='text'>There are two sides to every story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just pre-ordered my copy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;script src="http://static.newsstand.com/widgets/sch/swfobject.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="breeTanner" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var so = new SWFObject("http://hbgwidget.libredigital.com/breeTanner.swf", "sotester", "224", "335", "8", "#FFFFFF");so.addParam("wmode", "transparent");so.addParam("allowScriptAccess", "always");so.write("breeTanner");&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thetwilightsaga.com/"&gt;There are two sides to every story...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-7396135506134714533?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/7396135506134714533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=7396135506134714533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7396135506134714533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7396135506134714533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/05/there-are-two-sides-to-every-story.html' title='There are two sides to every story...'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/th_TamSig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-1105245293914062790</id><published>2010-05-19T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T14:11:47.116-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recommendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>I'll never be LOST again</title><content type='html'>Despite all that's been said and written about it, it's still a show I'm going to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's looking forward to the LOST series finale on Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="490" height="460"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iggE4ImYwyc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iggE4ImYwyc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="490" height="460"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-1105245293914062790?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/1105245293914062790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=1105245293914062790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/1105245293914062790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/1105245293914062790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/05/ill-never-be-lost-again.html' title='I&apos;ll never be LOST again'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/th_TamSig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-7465841279511365422</id><published>2010-05-11T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T08:58:33.338-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recommendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>An inspiring life</title><content type='html'>A friend shared this video with me and I'm truly inspired...and thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="460"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gc4HGQHgeFE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gc4HGQHgeFE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-7465841279511365422?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/7465841279511365422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=7465841279511365422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7465841279511365422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7465841279511365422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/05/inspiring-life.html' title='An inspiring life'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/th_TamSig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-2248087679087586728</id><published>2010-05-09T08:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T15:30:34.486-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maryland Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day - We found a house!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S-cKuQTqQGI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nmDygzlmRo4/s1600/First_Days_at_Home.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S-cKuQTqQGI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nmDygzlmRo4/s320/First_Days_at_Home.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's Mother's Day and since we've been off house hunting this weekend&amp;nbsp;there's no big fanfare&amp;nbsp;to celebrate. I guess that's okay considering the fact that after weeks of searching, we finally found a place to call home in Richmond!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about what we (finally!) found and hope that&amp;nbsp;the move will start coming together now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been tough trying to explain to the girls why we keep traveling out of town each weekend; dragging them through houses, begging them to be on their best behavior, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I guess that's just life and as a mom, having to explain tough things comes&amp;nbsp;with the territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful to be the mother of two beautiful daughters. There was a time when I never thought I'd have the opportunity to become a mom. I prayed like crazy, but the years kept going by. Thankfully, after much waiting and anticipation,&amp;nbsp;Miss Independent and Little Miss&amp;nbsp;arrived. It was &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the most amazing day of my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of that special day, I'm re-posting my favorite "new mom" picture. It was my first day home from the hospital and a time that went by way too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all of you. Whether you've had children of your own or not, Mother's Day is for all of the women who've loved, longed for or&amp;nbsp;cared for a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND finally, Happy Mother's Day to my Mom and to my second mom, Mom Beverly. I love you both dearly and appreciate all that you've done for me and for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-2248087679087586728?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/2248087679087586728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=2248087679087586728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/2248087679087586728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/2248087679087586728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day-we-found-house.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day - We found a house!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S-cKuQTqQGI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nmDygzlmRo4/s72-c/First_Days_at_Home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-8042057428167295449</id><published>2010-05-05T08:00:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T12:53:31.872-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Gospel'/><title type='text'>I love Nie Nie</title><content type='html'>I've never met Stephanie Nielson, but I love her. I love her spirit and her spunk. I love her creativity and her willingness to share her life with us. What a wonderful woman she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this great video about her new life. The life she has made since the plane crash that almost claimed her life in August 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="460"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHDvxPjsm8E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHDvxPjsm8E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-8042057428167295449?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/8042057428167295449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=8042057428167295449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/8042057428167295449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/8042057428167295449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='I love Nie Nie'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/th_TamSig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-4984987610689758047</id><published>2010-04-26T18:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T18:37:40.965-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recommendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wildlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maryland Life'/><title type='text'>New Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S9YTmP0FHfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/4KQqaW0E3Yc/s1600/Butterfly+Garden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S9YTmP0FHfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/4KQqaW0E3Yc/s320/Butterfly+Garden.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just witnessed something amazing. Something I've never witnessed firsthand, until now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched a butterfly come out of her cocoon - right here in my own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of watching this miracle was that the girls got to watch it too -- and it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls got butterfly kits from &lt;a href="http://www.insectlore.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Insect Lore&lt;/a&gt; for Christmas, and it has been the coolest project. The whole process has taken about 14 days and has truly amazed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started out so small and lifeless. Then they&amp;nbsp;grew into large caterpillars and before we knew it, each had hidden away into a beautiful Chrysalis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just happened to be standing around the habitat when the first one started coming out of her cocoon and again, it was the most amazing thing. What was once small, fuzzy and not very attractive is now a beautiful butterfly with wings that can take her wherever she wants to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo many life lessons can be found in this little experiment of ours. I would highly recommend it to anyone who wants to witness the miracle of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insectlore.com/"&gt;http://www.&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;insectlore&lt;/span&gt;.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-4984987610689758047?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/4984987610689758047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=4984987610689758047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/4984987610689758047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/4984987610689758047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-life.html' title='New Life'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S9YTmP0FHfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/4KQqaW0E3Yc/s72-c/Butterfly+Garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-252198993858162148</id><published>2010-04-23T14:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T14:31:19.880-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Saga'/><title type='text'>The latest Eclipse trailer is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S9HlVtKRg-I/AAAAAAAAAaE/Bf63MUIapxw/s1600/Eclipse+Trailer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S9HlVtKRg-I/AAAAAAAAAaE/Bf63MUIapxw/s320/Eclipse+Trailer.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBLMgp1TzAsYes" target="_blank"&gt;latest Eclipse trailer&lt;/a&gt; looks really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;June 30th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can't get here quick enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back in Richmond for the premiere...who's going with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBLMgp1TzAsYes"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBLMgp1TzAsYes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-252198993858162148?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/252198993858162148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=252198993858162148&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/252198993858162148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/252198993858162148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/04/latest-eclipse-trailer-is-here.html' title='The latest Eclipse trailer is here!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S9HlVtKRg-I/AAAAAAAAAaE/Bf63MUIapxw/s72-c/Eclipse+Trailer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-4527298094973815795</id><published>2010-04-22T07:30:00.027-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T16:56:42.072-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maryland Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>Where in the world are the Wyatt's?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We're moving again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;good news&lt;/span&gt; is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We're&amp;nbsp;going back to Richmond, Virginia -- the place&amp;nbsp;I call home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Curtis will have a job and I'll be able to keep mine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll be able to enjoy the &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: #ffffff;"&gt;Ukrop's&lt;/span&gt; Bakery again!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;bad news&lt;/span&gt; is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We&amp;nbsp;really like Maryland and are sad to leave&amp;nbsp;the friends we just made.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moving is really expensive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still can't find stuff I need from the last move!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'm hopeful that this will be the last time we go anywhere. I'm ready to get the girls into school and settle into a place that we can call home for years and years...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our plans are to go sometime this summer, so&amp;nbsp;stay tuned for details and for a change of address card. Hopefully you've been writing our information down&amp;nbsp;in pencil instead of pen! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-4527298094973815795?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/4527298094973815795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=4527298094973815795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/4527298094973815795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/4527298094973815795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/04/where-in-world-are-wyatts.html' title='Where in the world are the Wyatt&apos;s?'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/th_TamSig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-3819760071358418426</id><published>2010-04-18T16:00:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T16:42:58.754-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roadtrips'/><title type='text'>The most magical place on earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S8tp7hz8GVI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/JV5Rc7R2s_U/s1600/IMG_3867.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S8tp7hz8GVI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/JV5Rc7R2s_U/s320/IMG_3867.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For those of you who know me really well, you'll remember that I was a serious Disney nut for years and years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, I lost interest in collecting the merchandise, but never lost the interest in spending time at the most magical place on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Disney World&lt;/strong&gt; and this latest trip with my mom, Curtis and the girls was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time and none of us wanted to see it end. There's something special about being in the Disney-mode for a week. It's like a dream (sometimes an expensive one) that you don't want to wake up from. There's magic everywhere and everyone you come in contact with is happy and nice and well, I could just go on and on. You don't even want me to get started on the magic effect it has on the kids... I was excited seeing THEM so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highlights of our trip was the search to find the brick that Curtis and I bought on our honeymoon in January 1996. With map in hand, the hunt began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally found it we were so excited.&amp;nbsp;I think part of the excitement was seeing how well it's holding up after all of this time. There were many that were barely legible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back on the time when we purchased it reminded me of my days as a Disney Cast Member and how much fun I had working for such a wonderful company. You have to admit that they're doing something right when the cleanliness, friendliness and overall joy felt at the parks is like no other amusement park on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to see more pictures from our trip, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2058343&amp;amp;id=1404721230&amp;amp;l=70e1ed7548" target="_blank"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-3819760071358418426?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/3819760071358418426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=3819760071358418426&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3819760071358418426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3819760071358418426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/04/most-magical-place-on-earth.html' title='The most magical place on earth'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S8tp7hz8GVI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/JV5Rc7R2s_U/s72-c/IMG_3867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-5408687500490137400</id><published>2010-04-15T07:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T16:35:24.186-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>How much proof do you need?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For starters, I'm not really a fan of country music. There are a few artists that I enjoy listening to, but let's just say that my radio station settings don't usually include the country channels...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, a friend posted this music video link on Facebook and I really, truly enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's by Lee Ann Womack and is titled "There is a God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I believe in God and I'm grateful for everything He has given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1s9l5EvHeQs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/5408687500490137400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/5408687500490137400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-much-proof-do-you-need.html' title='How much proof do you need?'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/th_TamSig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-6207890036199247939</id><published>2010-04-07T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:13:35.264-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><title type='text'>VOTE NOW for Claire and Sydney's photo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S5py-vh0EtI/AAAAAAAAAZk/0qaEuBaTBwQ/s1600-h/Birthday+Invitation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S5py-vh0EtI/AAAAAAAAAZk/0qaEuBaTBwQ/s320/Birthday+Invitation.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please vote for Claire and Sydney in the &lt;a href="http://contest.shutterfly.com/contests/showentry/208912"&gt;Shutterfly Birthday Photo Contest&lt;/a&gt;, which started April 1, 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;You can view the photo, which was taken for their first birthday party invitations in&amp;nbsp;2005,&amp;nbsp;at the link below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo with the most votes wins $1,000, which I’d like to put toward their college fund.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Thanks for taking the time to check out the entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://contest.shutterfly.com/contests/showentry/208912"&gt;http://contest.shutterfly.com/contests/showentry/208912&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Thanks and wish&amp;nbsp;us luck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" 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href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/04/vote-now-for-claire-and-sydneys-photo.html' title='VOTE NOW for Claire and Sydney&apos;s photo!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S5py-vh0EtI/AAAAAAAAAZk/0qaEuBaTBwQ/s72-c/Birthday+Invitation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-6180502147265090961</id><published>2010-03-20T08:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:51:47.080-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog News'/><title type='text'>Blog Hiatus</title><content type='html'>We're on vacation this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for pictures and an update from our trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-6180502147265090961?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/6180502147265090961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=6180502147265090961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/6180502147265090961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/6180502147265090961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-hiatus.html' title='Blog Hiatus'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/th_TamSig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-793911337484484100</id><published>2010-03-18T07:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:18:06.378-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>Spring Fever</title><content type='html'>I have a seriously bad case of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-793911337484484100?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/793911337484484100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=793911337484484100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/793911337484484100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/793911337484484100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-fever.html' title='Spring Fever'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/th_TamSig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-2684426231777264380</id><published>2010-03-17T07:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:19:07.437-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-school Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>Tooth Fairy Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S6D-mtKyf7I/AAAAAAAAAZs/PTezEqX1DYE/s1600-h/Lost+Tooth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S6D-mtKyf7I/AAAAAAAAAZs/PTezEqX1DYE/s320/Lost+Tooth.jpg" vt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;it finally happened&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Miss Independent started showing signs of truly growing up&lt;/span&gt; by losing her first baby tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I was sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also frustrated that it happened while we were out of town and I was not prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's where the frustration came from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was TOTALLY prepared for the event by having a little pillow and bag, journal, bedtime story and gold coins all ready to go since she'd been telling me her tooth was loose for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway -- Aunt Judy came to the rescue and we made the event special for Miss Independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny thing that happened was that she REALLY lost her tooth. It's somewhere in my van, even though I told her the Tooth Fairy found it. I guess I'd better do some better digging before Miss Independent finds it. Somehow I just have a feeling she will since none of my "planning" for this event went right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least I'll be ready for Little Miss to loose her first tooth. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-2684426231777264380?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/2684426231777264380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=2684426231777264380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/2684426231777264380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/2684426231777264380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-it-finally-happened.html' title='Tooth Fairy Trouble'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S6D-mtKyf7I/AAAAAAAAAZs/PTezEqX1DYE/s72-c/Lost+Tooth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-8239508480302482214</id><published>2010-03-12T11:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:07:44.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-school Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>VOTE for Claire and Sydney, beginning April 1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S5py-vh0EtI/AAAAAAAAAZk/0qaEuBaTBwQ/s1600-h/Birthday+Invitation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S5py-vh0EtI/AAAAAAAAAZk/0qaEuBaTBwQ/s320/Birthday+Invitation.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please vote for Claire and Sydney in the &lt;a href="http://contest.shutterfly.com/contests/showentry/208912"&gt;Shutterfly Birthday Photo Contest&lt;/a&gt;, which starts April 1, 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;You can view the photo, which was taken for their first birthday party invitations in&amp;nbsp;2005,&amp;nbsp;at the link below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo with the most votes wins $1,000, which I’d like to put toward their college fund.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Thanks for taking the time to check out the entry. I’ll post a reminder when it’s time to place a real vote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://contest.shutterfly.com/contests/showentry/208912"&gt;http://contest.shutterfly.com/contests/showentry/208912&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Thanks and wish&amp;nbsp;us luck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-8239508480302482214?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/8239508480302482214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=8239508480302482214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/8239508480302482214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/8239508480302482214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/03/vote-for-claire-and-sydney-beginning.html' title='VOTE for Claire and Sydney, beginning April 1!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S5py-vh0EtI/AAAAAAAAAZk/0qaEuBaTBwQ/s72-c/Birthday+Invitation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-7759449474445663056</id><published>2010-03-11T12:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T10:59:15.730-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Saga'/><title type='text'>Eclipse is almost here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S5k6rXRlnJI/AAAAAAAAAZc/DoNLpgLd8EU/s1600-h/Eclipse+Trailer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S5k6rXRlnJI/AAAAAAAAAZc/DoNLpgLd8EU/s320/Eclipse+Trailer.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Holy my heart hurts, Batman! The &lt;a href="http://eclipsethemovie.com/" target="_blank"&gt;first Eclipse trailer&lt;/a&gt; is out and it's AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Of course we all know the movie won't be as good as the book, but I'm telling you people, it looks good and I'm still a fan of the story. I think it's the world's best love story, love triangle, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Even if you don't agree with me, you Romeo and Juliet die hards should still check out &lt;a href="http://eclipsethemovie.com/" target="_blank"&gt;the trailer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-7759449474445663056?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/7759449474445663056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=7759449474445663056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7759449474445663056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7759449474445663056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/03/eclipse-is-almost-here.html' title='Eclipse is almost here!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S5k6rXRlnJI/AAAAAAAAAZc/DoNLpgLd8EU/s72-c/Eclipse+Trailer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-8129278763405194680</id><published>2010-03-09T12:00:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:19:40.895-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>Thank you, Sweetheart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S5aJQw5tMUI/AAAAAAAAAZU/FL83ZybtjYs/s1600-h/iPod+Nano+Pink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S5aJQw5tMUI/AAAAAAAAAZU/FL83ZybtjYs/s320/iPod+Nano+Pink.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So this post is a little late, but I need to say thank you to The Man for giving me a really cool Christmas gift. I'm finally using it and LOVING every (well, almost every)&amp;nbsp;minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to The Man, I have finally joined the iPod revolution. I know, I know -- it's like five years late, but that's how I roll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he gave me this little iPod Nano and I love it. I have downloaded so many of my favorite songs and I rock out whenever no one else is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm listening to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Truly-Love-Songs-Lionel-Richie/dp/B000001AO6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1268156451&amp;amp;sr=8-1" target="_blank"&gt;Lionel Richie's,&amp;nbsp;Truly: The Love&amp;nbsp;Songs&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I'm singing at the top of my lungs. Just another reason I love working from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Babe. I love my new little toy and I love you...Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-8129278763405194680?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/8129278763405194680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=8129278763405194680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/8129278763405194680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/8129278763405194680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-this-post-is-little-late-but-i-need.html' title='Thank you, Sweetheart!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S5aJQw5tMUI/AAAAAAAAAZU/FL83ZybtjYs/s72-c/iPod+Nano+Pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-2759247892504740471</id><published>2010-03-08T07:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:14:49.482-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roadtrips'/><title type='text'>Disney bound!</title><content type='html'>Sing it with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - I - C...K - E - Y... M - O - U - S - E!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I'm excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are bound for Disney World in just 12 short days, and we can barely wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man has been working in Florida for the past four weeks so in additon to seeing Mickey, Minnie and the rest of the gang; we also get to see... Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being apart has been hard on all of us and I for one am ready to do the parks and then bring The Man home. We'll see how it goes as there are big changes for his job in the works. However, that's a story for another day -- I can't think about&amp;nbsp;that right now -- I'm too busy focusing on the fun we'll have with the kids as we explore Orlando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And did I mention that my mom is coming with us? We're going to celebrate the girls 5th birthday and her 60th -- a little late -- but in classic Disney-style. Fun will be had by all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stay tuned for pictures and an update from the parks in a little less than two weeks! WOO HOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-2759247892504740471?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/2759247892504740471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=2759247892504740471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/2759247892504740471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/2759247892504740471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/03/disney-bound.html' title='Disney bound!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/th_TamSig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-8991412840753144943</id><published>2010-03-02T07:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T11:31:44.769-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Dr. Seuss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S418QynOCUI/AAAAAAAAAZE/St8EKKKmits/s1600-h/Oh+the+Places+You%27ll+Go.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S418QynOCUI/AAAAAAAAAZE/St8EKKKmits/s320/Oh+the+Places+You%27ll+Go.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Seuss' birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the girls are celebrating at school with green eggs and ham, Cat in the Hat hats and lots of other Dr. Seussy types of&amp;nbsp;things. Hopefully I'll have some pictures to upload soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As an aspiring Children's book author, I can't help but reflect on what a remarkable legacy Dr. Seuss has left for us. His writing is timeless and classic; and regardless of my mood, always makes me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love, love, love reading his books with my children and I especially love reading &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh, the Places You'll Go!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Thanks to Uncle E. for sending this favorite to the girls this past Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't read it in a while, I highly&amp;nbsp;recommend doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before I close this post, I must also say that today is my&amp;nbsp;mother-in-law's birthday, so I thought I'd send her some Dr. Seuss-style wishes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Congratulations!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is your day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're off to Great Places!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With cakes, pies and play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have loved ones who love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have happiness and health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can make everyone's day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that's a gift more than wealth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love you Mom Beverly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we hope you have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As mother-in-law's go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're sure number one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-8991412840753144943?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/8991412840753144943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=8991412840753144943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/8991412840753144943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/8991412840753144943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-dr-seuss.html' title='Happy Birthday, Dr. Seuss!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S418QynOCUI/AAAAAAAAAZE/St8EKKKmits/s72-c/Oh+the+Places+You%27ll+Go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-7671427656826835376</id><published>2010-02-23T17:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:24:56.470-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maryland Life'/><title type='text'>Birds of a feather...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S4RUMqUodYI/AAAAAAAAAY8/OToVRJW5ipw/s1600-h/Sweetie+and+Tweety.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="312" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S4RUMqUodYI/AAAAAAAAAY8/OToVRJW5ipw/s320/Sweetie+and+Tweety.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Um, it's quite possible that I might be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, I might be preparing myself for my next job as a zookeeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, life at our house has just gotten a little more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I can remember, I've wanted birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching them - trying to figure out what kind they are - feeding them - seeing the nests they build, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on our last and &lt;em&gt;very innocent&lt;/em&gt; trip to the pet store, I allowed the girls (yes, I'll blame them) to talk me into a pair of Parakeets, also known as Budgies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...their names are Sweetie and Tweety and so far, they are a nice addition to the Wyatt Herd. I figure with the four of us, the two cats, dog, two birds and two fish, we&amp;nbsp;are more of a herd than a zoo. But just wait, you never know who might find a home here next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course at that point I'll probably need a padded room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-7671427656826835376?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/7671427656826835376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=7671427656826835376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7671427656826835376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7671427656826835376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/02/birds-of-feather.html' title='Birds of a feather...'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S4RUMqUodYI/AAAAAAAAAY8/OToVRJW5ipw/s72-c/Sweetie+and+Tweety.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-944642684936087689</id><published>2010-02-17T20:30:00.027-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:04:29.772-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>Goodbye, Rio Cat (1991-2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S3yajt_6zfI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6dAPbItm-kw/s1600-h/Rio+and+the+Woodpecker+2+-+10.07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S3yajt_6zfI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6dAPbItm-kw/s320/Rio+and+the+Woodpecker+2+-+10.07.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't believe I'm actually typing these words, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rio Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;my companion for more than 18 years&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;passed away&lt;/strong&gt; on Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the day was coming, but I didn't imagine how hard it would be to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost pets throughout my life, but&amp;nbsp;losing Rio feels&amp;nbsp;different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rio was the first cat I had on my own and he was all mine. We were a tight pair and together way before there was "The Man," or "The Girls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was there through every heartbreak -- laying beside me as I cried; and he was there for every joy, like when I brought two&amp;nbsp;baby girls home from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rio was an extraordinary cat. If you knew him, you'll remember that he was always a little mischievious. He'd steal bread from the pantry and open up Hershey Kisses. He'd chew on anything plant-like and run off with green powdered doughnuts. He was certainly an original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny thinking back to the day I found him. Of the three kittens in the litter, he was my last choice. After his brother and sister&amp;nbsp;were taken, I felt I'd "settled" for Rio. But immediately I found out I was wrong and he ended up being the pick of the litter. He was&amp;nbsp;more loveable and personable than many other cats I've met. And when it comes down to it, I think he's the one who had to "settle" on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many ways, he was my best friend. Like all pets, he was there through thick and thin. He loved me unconditionally -- even on the days when I forgot to put food in his bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more than 18 years we took care of each other and it will take a long time to get used to him being gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Rio Cat, for sharing your life and love with me. You will be forever missed, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-944642684936087689?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/944642684936087689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=944642684936087689&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/944642684936087689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/944642684936087689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/02/goodbye-rio-cat-1991-2010.html' title='Goodbye, Rio Cat (1991-2010)'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S3yajt_6zfI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6dAPbItm-kw/s72-c/Rio+and+the+Woodpecker+2+-+10.07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-7856921678957814910</id><published>2010-02-12T17:30:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:59:08.826-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><title type='text'>The Cat Whisperer turns 65!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S3XYllr0PfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/yUYZgjsgs7U/s1600-h/CAL+-+Dad,+Measles+and+Mittens.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S3XYllr0PfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/yUYZgjsgs7U/s320/CAL+-+Dad,+Measles+and+Mittens.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;my dad turns 65 this Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't find a man with a better heart if you looked the world over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah...I know all of your dad's are special. But can you say that in addition to being special, they have the ability to whisper to cats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've heard of the &lt;a href="http://www.cesarsway.com/" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;Dog Whisperer&lt;/a&gt;, then you know what I'm talking about. But my dad can do it with cats -- and yes, he should have his own show too (see photo -- this was taken in 1979 -- notice the cats have harnesses on?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird,&amp;nbsp;my dad has been a cat magnet his whole life. They show up at the house and he takes them in -- tames the wildest ones and gets them to do cool things like ride in wagons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S3XWEmAK1zI/AAAAAAAAAYc/wkXtDMvU34g/s1600-h/cat+whisperer+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S3XWEmAK1zI/AAAAAAAAAYc/wkXtDMvU34g/s320/cat+whisperer+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year, I made a &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/photo-books" target="_blank"&gt;Shutterfly Photo Book&lt;/a&gt; for him that highlighted some of the cats he's whispered to over the years. It was a great project and got rave reviews (see photo). Most importantly, it's a little journal that documents this special talent of his and something our family will treasure for years to come (I hope).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I love my dad and I hope he has a great birthday on Sunday. He deserves it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love you, Dad. And I love all of the many talents you've shared with me over the years. Happy 65th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-7856921678957814910?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/7856921678957814910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=7856921678957814910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7856921678957814910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7856921678957814910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/02/cat-whisperer-turns-65.html' title='The Cat Whisperer turns 65!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S3XYllr0PfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/yUYZgjsgs7U/s72-c/CAL+-+Dad,+Measles+and+Mittens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-4405068773488891986</id><published>2010-02-08T07:00:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:08:09.013-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maryland Life'/><title type='text'>Monday night is pizza night.</title><content type='html'>In addition to &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=17f70bbce1d98010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=bbd508f54922d010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;Family Home Evening&lt;/a&gt;, every Monday night is pizza night at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When&amp;nbsp;I say "pizza night," it's not pizza from Papa John's, Pizza Hut or even the $5.55 specials from&amp;nbsp;Little Caesar's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S3B1kKPVzFI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ZMltMMy_Hu8/s1600-h/MW+Pizza+Crust+Mix.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S3B1kKPVzFI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ZMltMMy_Hu8/s320/MW+Pizza+Crust+Mix.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's homemade pizza, with &lt;a href="http://www.marthawhite.com/products/detail.aspx?catID=293&amp;amp;prodID=661" target="_blank"&gt;Martha White pizza crust mix&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I absolutely love my Martha White pizza crust mix and have been using it for years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, to my dismay, none of the grocery store chains in my new Maryland town carry this fabulous mix (believe me, I've been to all of them) -- and none of my attempts to replace it have gone very well. I've tried other mixes, frozen dough, refrigerated dough and even dough from scratch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on my last trip to Richmond, Virginia (I just love that&amp;nbsp;town)&amp;nbsp;I went to my favorite &lt;a href="http://www.ukrops.com/" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;Ukrop's grocery store&lt;/a&gt; only to be let down once again. Although they carry the mix, they just happened to be out of it... curses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later I received a surprise box in the mail that contained several packages of my mix!&amp;nbsp;I cannot tell you how much that surprise made my day! While pizza crust mix may seem trivial to some, it's a staple in our house and one meal that my family&amp;nbsp;gobbles up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So...THANK YOU,&amp;nbsp;Ro,&amp;nbsp;for making sure that pizza night continues at the Wyatt house. We love you and hope to have you over for Monday night dinner sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-4405068773488891986?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/4405068773488891986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=4405068773488891986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/4405068773488891986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/4405068773488891986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-addition-to-family-home-evening.html' title='Monday night is pizza night.'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S3B1kKPVzFI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ZMltMMy_Hu8/s72-c/MW+Pizza+Crust+Mix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-3708735397903461699</id><published>2010-02-01T07:00:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:00:01.443-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Saga'/><title type='text'>What do husbands really think about Twilight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S2dFWY0ufXI/AAAAAAAAAYE/vN124m5VxAI/s1600-h/Twilight+DVD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S2dFWY0ufXI/AAAAAAAAAYE/vN124m5VxAI/s320/Twilight+DVD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just laughed out loud at &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_6Ulo4Ljwok" target="_blank"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt; by Shallow Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It's a little long but you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HAVE TO CHECK IT OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -- especially if you love the Twilight series, or are married to a woman who does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Man is going to think he could've written this himself! SOOOO funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_6Ulo4Ljwok" target="_blank"&gt;Twilight (what have you done with my wife?)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-3708735397903461699?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/3708735397903461699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=3708735397903461699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3708735397903461699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3708735397903461699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-do-husbands-really-think-about.html' title='What do husbands really think about Twilight?'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S2dFWY0ufXI/AAAAAAAAAYE/vN124m5VxAI/s72-c/Twilight+DVD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-3700747726631172323</id><published>2010-01-31T15:50:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:09:01.388-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maryland Life'/><title type='text'>Let it snow...AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S2Xv3uwPzmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/VqBpb3obpyU/s1600-h/House+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S2Xv3uwPzmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/VqBpb3obpyU/s320/House+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've got snow again, for the third time this winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love snow, but it keeps messing with my plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The good news is that while my plans have changed, they've turned into something really great... being snowed in with the kids and hubby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while we're nice and snug on the inside, I thought you might enjoy a picture of what we're seeing on the outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-3700747726631172323?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/3700747726631172323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=3700747726631172323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3700747726631172323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3700747726631172323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/01/weve-got-snow-again-for-third-time-this.html' title='Let it snow...AGAIN!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S2Xv3uwPzmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/VqBpb3obpyU/s72-c/House+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-4545248884180164103</id><published>2010-01-25T07:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T11:28:42.553-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-school Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arizona Life'/><title type='text'>Missing Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S13EsR9P9oI/AAAAAAAAAXU/3p8m484j3e8/s1600-h/CIMG2436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S13EsR9P9oI/AAAAAAAAAXU/3p8m484j3e8/s200/CIMG2436.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Several of you have asked me if I miss Arizona. And while much of what happened out there with The Man's job and selling our house still stings a bit, overall, the answer is yes, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do miss some things about&amp;nbsp;Arizona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S13E6-YWgGI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7Aavh59zMkM/s1600-h/CIMG2470.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S13E6-YWgGI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7Aavh59zMkM/s200/CIMG2470.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While I was reminiscing about my time there, I came across&amp;nbsp;some photos from one of the first Primary activities that Miss Independent and Little Miss went to on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A dear friend convinced me to leave so the girls could enjoy themselves without me making sure they didn't run off for a swim in the lake (inside joke) and they had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S13Ey1IhLRI/AAAAAAAAAXc/wc60CQPUgqI/s1600-h/CIMG2442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S13Ey1IhLRI/AAAAAAAAAXc/wc60CQPUgqI/s200/CIMG2442.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The activity was at our neighborhood park, which is one of the things I miss most about where we lived. It was just a few blocks from our house and&amp;nbsp;seemed like a little oasis in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Speaking of the desert - I grew to love it more than I thought I would. It's beautiful this time of year and you can even wear sandals since most of the daily temperatures are in the 70's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Anyway, looking back,&amp;nbsp;I will always cherish the time I spent there and will miss certain things like: &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;giant moon&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;wide open spaces&lt;/strong&gt;, being closer to &lt;strong&gt;Granny and Papa&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;roadrunners&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Saguaro cacti&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;dear friends&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; my YW class&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; scrapbooking on Friday nights&lt;/strong&gt;,&amp;nbsp;and a &lt;strong&gt;backyard pool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;However, looking forward, there are many things I love about being back on the east coast. But that's a list for another day. Today is about remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-4545248884180164103?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/S13EsR9P9oI/AAAAAAAAAXU/3p8m484j3e8/s72-c/CIMG2436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-6247160748010505032</id><published>2010-01-20T06:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:34:36.811-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite Quotes'/><title type='text'>Another thought for the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Stress Cure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Take two cookies and call in sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~Taken from "Stuck on You Laugh Notes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-6247160748010505032?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/6247160748010505032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=6247160748010505032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/6247160748010505032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>A Thought for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This too shall pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;would be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~Taken from "Stuck on You Laugh Notes."&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, CN, for the great Christmas present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It makes me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Day'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/th_TamSig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-4981165396703244730</id><published>2010-01-04T23:25:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T16:35:49.690-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>To blog or not to blog in 2010?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm not sure anyone is reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/06/change-is-good.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; anymore, but I have made a resolution to keep it AND to update it more&amp;nbsp;frequently (my resolution: at least once a week -- wish me luck!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;I'm inspired by something President Eyring said about journaling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wrote down a few lines every day for years. I never missed a day no matter how tired I was or how early I would have to start the next day. Before I would write, I would ponder this question: 'Have I seen the hand of God reaching out to touch us or our children or our family today?' As I kept at it, something began to happen. As I would cast my mind over the day, I would see evidence of what God had done for one of us that I had not recognized in the busy moments of the day. As that happened, and it happened often, I realized that trying to remember had allowed God to show me what He had done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have definitely seen what God can do in my life and I want to remember it always. Writing things down -- on&amp;nbsp;a blog, in a notebook or on a scrap piece of paper -- not only helps me to remember, but will be something I can leave for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, MW, for posting such a great quote on &lt;a href="http://www.matteringmoments.blogspot.com/"&gt;your blog&lt;/a&gt;. It has inspired me to keep up this work. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-4981165396703244730?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/4981165396703244730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=4981165396703244730&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/4981165396703244730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/4981165396703244730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-blog-or-not-to-blog-in-2010.html' title='To blog or not to blog in 2010?'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/th_TamSig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-3189029667414497764</id><published>2009-12-25T10:00:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:08:03.484-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas from our family to yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SzrEE3ykoAI/AAAAAAAAAXE/SQVkndPCnrw/s1600-h/2009+Christmas+Card.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SzrEE3ykoAI/AAAAAAAAAXE/SQVkndPCnrw/s400/2009+Christmas+Card.jpg" /&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/4916390813133787338-3189029667414497764?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/3189029667414497764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=3189029667414497764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3189029667414497764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3189029667414497764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas_29.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SzrEE3ykoAI/AAAAAAAAAXE/SQVkndPCnrw/s72-c/2009+Christmas+Card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-2563858716378601900</id><published>2009-12-22T21:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T09:59:10.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>Super Mom</title><content type='html'>Yeah, &lt;strong&gt;there's just no way to do it all&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with a Super Mom and so I thought you could do it all, but then I had kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a good conversation or two with my mother who&amp;nbsp;admits she could never do it all. She says&amp;nbsp;there were things that slipped through the cracks, but her trick was to never sweat the small stuff. Ultimately, it&amp;nbsp;almost always appeared that things were under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, I missed the&amp;nbsp;part of the lesson which explained HOW to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;what's the point of all this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love being a mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I love the desire I have to want to do it all, but I appreciate the fact that I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in those moments where I can't do it all -&amp;nbsp;those moments when I feel weak or lazy -&amp;nbsp;that the biggest blessings appear right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not sweating the small stuff I get to have interactions like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;LITTLE MISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: "Mommy, I'm trying to talk to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: "I'm sorry, Sweetheart. What do you need?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE MISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: "Mommy, I can't zip this up. Someday I'll be able to, like when I'm a big girl, but I can't do it right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: "You are absolutely right, Little Miss. Thank you for asking me to help you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small stuff to me. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Big stuff to Little Miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a day when she doesn't need me to zip up her jacket. And since&amp;nbsp;I'm certainly not ready for a day like that any time soon,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;I will relish those "idle" mome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;nts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because &lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they can become big moments to someone else&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Someone who needs me more than I need&amp;nbsp;a clean house, a made bed, an updated blog, a completed scrapbook, a full pantry, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another cool thing I figured out:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;To Little Miss, I'm&amp;nbsp;a Super Mom&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-2563858716378601900?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/2563858716378601900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=2563858716378601900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/2563858716378601900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/2563858716378601900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2009/12/super-mom.html' title='Super Mom'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/th_TamSig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-4117758180016304135</id><published>2009-12-19T19:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:08:30.778-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>We Elfed Ourselves!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas from the Wyatt Elves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2MTI2NzM4ODQ5MyZwdD*xMjYxMjY3NDIwNjIyJnA9NDE4ODEzJmQ9MjAzNTE1Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImbz*yMDdhZDRlZDIyOGY*NTZmOWM5NTExYjM1YjA1ZmI5ZSZvZj*w.gif" style="height: 0px; 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text-align: center; width: 435px;"&gt;Send your own &lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/"&gt;ElfYourself&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards"&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-4117758180016304135?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/4117758180016304135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=4117758180016304135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/4117758180016304135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/4117758180016304135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-elfed-ourselves.html' title='We Elfed Ourselves!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/th_TamSig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-8457354511228294110</id><published>2009-11-26T07:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:43:37.360-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Look out, Mr. Turkey!</title><content type='html'>The girls taught me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;a cute Thanksgiving song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I have to pass along. It's sung to the tune of "Where is Thumbkin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Mr. Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;Nice and fat.&lt;br /&gt;Nice and fat.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to eat you.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to eat you.&lt;br /&gt;Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;Just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my pre-schoolers. And I'm truly thankful that they love to sing. They cheer me up whenever I'm feeling blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's wishing you and yours a Happy Thanksgiving 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-8457354511228294110?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/8457354511228294110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=8457354511228294110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/8457354511228294110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/8457354511228294110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2009/11/look-out-mr-turkey.html' title='Look out, Mr. Turkey!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/th_TamSig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-5261510147047863651</id><published>2009-11-03T20:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:00:45.486-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Saga'/><title type='text'>I have a Twilight Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SvDa4J8jsSI/AAAAAAAAAWc/1qVqvYXO12A/s1600-h/Twilight+Card+Game.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SvDa4J8jsSI/AAAAAAAAAWc/1qVqvYXO12A/s320/Twilight+Card+Game.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I love my mom. She's here visiting and bought me the coolest little card game today, just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Any of my fellow Twilighters up for a challenge? (v---v)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-5261510147047863651?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/5261510147047863651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=5261510147047863651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/5261510147047863651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/5261510147047863651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-twilight-mom.html' title='I have a Twilight Mom'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SvDa4J8jsSI/AAAAAAAAAWc/1qVqvYXO12A/s72-c/Twilight+Card+Game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-7732801019878474252</id><published>2009-11-02T06:00:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:29:24.886-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maryland Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>Feeling awkward...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, that's how I feel right now about my Blog. I'm sure you know that feeling too -- the friend you bump into at the grocery -- the one who called you last -- the one you never retured the call too -- and now it's like six-months later. I hate that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong -- I don't get that feeling too often, but when I do get it, I just hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, "Hello (AGAIN), Blog. I really do think about you and appreciate you sticking with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to place blame but seriously, it isn't all me. It's that darn Facebook! It's easy to upload pictures and keep in touch with my friends. You just sit around here waiting for me to be creative enough to type more than 144 characters at a time. Who really has time for that any more? I promise, it's nothing personal..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you aren't keeping in touch with our family on Facebook, here's a brief list of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the major events that have taken place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. We &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;moved to Maryland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (see the pic of our new house).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I turned 38&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;em&gt;BLECH&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. We &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;sold the house in Arizona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -- FINALLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;girls started Pre-K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girls turned 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! (I know, I can't believe it either.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Life is good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399558174529137378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/Su8VjTjdquI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/CspfYnsivp8/s320/Maryland+House.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned. I do plan to get back to blogging soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-7732801019878474252?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/7732801019878474252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=7732801019878474252&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7732801019878474252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7732801019878474252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2009/11/feeling-awkward.html' title='Feeling awkward...'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/Su8VjTjdquI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/CspfYnsivp8/s72-c/Maryland+House.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-6594804616366152359</id><published>2009-05-12T22:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:47:09.906-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-school Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wildlife'/><title type='text'>Turtles and Toddlers</title><content type='html'>Who knew a routine drive to preschool would turn into &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a rescue mission&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as we were arriving to the school grounds, we spotted him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A little Eastern Box Turtle, upside down and alone in the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/Sgov_7DxjCI/AAAAAAAAAWI/IEESVe3BGls/s1600-h/EBT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335129483805559842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/Sgov_7DxjCI/AAAAAAAAAWI/IEESVe3BGls/s320/EBT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to some quick reflexes and slow traffic, I was able to grab him and take him to school with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Independent quickly named him, "Ocka," and told her classmates every bit of turtle trivia she knew. She was very Steve Irwin-ish" (a.k.a. "The Crocodile Hunter") in her delivery, which seemed to come very easy to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my strong desire to keep our little find, my sensibilities kicked in and I remembered some turtle trivia of my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although cute and fairly easy to take care of, turtles &lt;strong&gt;do not appreciate being relocated&lt;/strong&gt;. In fact, &lt;strong&gt;many&lt;/strong&gt; of the species &lt;strong&gt;will do everything in their power to return to their personal habitat&lt;/strong&gt;. (There's a real life message in there that I can seriously relate to, but that's a post for a different day...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mr. Stephen (the school's director) and I took "Ocka" to a marshy spot near where the girls and I found him. And while I'll never know for sure, it looked like "Ocka" had a smile on his little orange face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it turned out being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;a good day for turtles and toddlers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was, however, one exception. Through all of the excitement, none of us thought to take a picture. Thank goodness for the Internet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-6594804616366152359?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/6594804616366152359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=6594804616366152359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/6594804616366152359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/6594804616366152359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-knew-routine-drive-to-preschool.html' title='Turtles and Toddlers'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/Sgov_7DxjCI/AAAAAAAAAWI/IEESVe3BGls/s72-c/EBT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-7029152856818286555</id><published>2009-05-10T19:00:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:25:43.445-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Where does the time go?&lt;/strong&gt; This is the question I've pondered the most since becoming a mom. Even after the hardest of days, my mind asks this question as my head hits the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SgeZNTi0i9I/AAAAAAAAAV4/u41U4IJncA8/s1600-h/Crib+2+-+10.2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334400737507314642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SgeZNTi0i9I/AAAAAAAAAV4/u41U4IJncA8/s320/Crib+2+-+10.2004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Through every stage &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've wanted time to slow down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- to freeze at some points - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so I can enjoy the "moments" a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After years of thinking I'd never become a mother, I was blessed with the arrival of two beautiful baby girls - truly, two of the greatest blessings in my life. I'm grateful for each day that I get to spend with them - each is an opportunity to see them learn something new, and a chance for me to be a better mother to them than I was the day before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SgeZFZGFQfI/AAAAAAAAAVw/HkumCqHBAW4/s1600-h/Crib+1+-+10.2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334400601558434290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SgeZFZGFQfI/AAAAAAAAAVw/HkumCqHBAW4/s320/Crib+1+-+10.2004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, since I'm reflecting in this post, I thought I'd include a couple of my favorite (and first) pictures I took after "Little Miss" and "Miss Independent" came home from the hospital. They were taken with my camera phone, which seemed so awesome at the time. Looking at them now I can see how poor the quality was, but the pictures and those few "moments" I had with them in their infant stage was priceless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before I close this post, I need to take a moment to thank two other moms... the two who are nearest and dearest to The Man and me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mom Beverly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you for raising a son who is humble, loyal and honest. It's not hard to see where his best attributes come from. Like you, The Man knows no strangers and does everything he can to make others feel at ease. Speaking of which, your love for me, from the moment he took me home to meet you, put me at ease and has been appreciated more than you know. Thank you for being a wonderful mother to us and a loving "Grandma Beverly" to the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You are an example to me and someone I’ve looked up to for as long as I can remember. Thank you for encouraging me to do my best and for being patient with me during my growing pains. I love your optimism and your sensitivity for others. Those are two of the best gifts you’ve shared with me. I love you more than you will ever know, and I truly appreciate everything you have and are still doing for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&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/4916390813133787338-7029152856818286555?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/7029152856818286555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=7029152856818286555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7029152856818286555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7029152856818286555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SgeZNTi0i9I/AAAAAAAAAV4/u41U4IJncA8/s72-c/Crib+2+-+10.2004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-5428644753129463967</id><published>2009-05-07T06:00:00.034-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:38:49.546-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful Thursday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-school Days'/><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday times two!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;After missing last week's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thankful Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; post I knew I had to document TWO things that I'm thankful for. Luckily, the list is endless so it wasn't too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since "two" is a lucky number around here, I decided to share the cards that Miss Independent and Little Miss made for their TWO teachers this week. It's "Teacher Appreciation Week" at the preschool and the girls are very thankful for everything that Ms. M and Ms. T does for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of course I'm thankful for them too -- much more than they know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;back to the cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can you tell which cards were made by Miss Independent and which ones were made by Little Miss? Be careful, it's tricky...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SgLSu6CkQ3I/AAAAAAAAAUg/VTJtjTm4i1o/s1600-h/Teacher+Card+-+Ms.+M2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333058326999169698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SgLUSus5eqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/czQaQTC6GAY/s320/Teacher+Card+-+Ms.+M2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333058437613723282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SgLUZKxdnpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/CCDYualZUTs/s320/Teacher+Card+-+Ms.+M1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333058550508062850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SgLUfvVkiII/AAAAAAAAAVQ/RSS56CbYT6c/s320/Teacher+Card+-+Ms.+T1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333058634953965682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SgLUkp7CwHI/AAAAAAAAAVY/YXbaQ2PXxlA/s320/Teacher+Card+-+Ms.+T2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to ALL of the wonderful teachers out there.&lt;br /&gt;We are so thankful for YOU! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-5428644753129463967?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/5428644753129463967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=5428644753129463967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/5428644753129463967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/5428644753129463967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2009/05/thankful-thursday-times-two.html' title='Thankful Thursday times two!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SgLUSus5eqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/czQaQTC6GAY/s72-c/Teacher+Card+-+Ms.+M2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-2326923078029110378</id><published>2009-04-23T18:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:36:56.936-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful Thursday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>Introducing: Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Thankful Thursday"&lt;/span&gt; posts are something I've wanted to do for awhile, but as with other ideas, they got pushed down my "blog to-do list."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, being thankful daily is a personal goal I've set for myself, and I refuse to delay sharing what I'm thankful for any longer. Frankly, it's just not right. Because as Bob, the Tomato, says, "A thankful heart, is a happy heart." So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am thankful for my parents&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SfDgB9a6KiI/AAAAAAAAATo/7CtUH8YEnf8/s1600-h/Mom,+Dad+and+Me+-+1971.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328004683451214370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SfDgB9a6KiI/AAAAAAAAATo/7CtUH8YEnf8/s320/Mom,+Dad+and+Me+-+1971.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the moment I was born, I knew I was loved. There's absolutely no greater gift my parents could have given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've been there to teach, guide, listen and help whenever I've needed them to. Often, they knew what I needed even when I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my girls end up loving me as much as I love my parents, I will consider myself truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Mom and Dad, for all that you have given me. I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It is definitely a thankful Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-2326923078029110378?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/2326923078029110378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=2326923078029110378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/2326923078029110378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/2326923078029110378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2009/04/introducing-thankful-thursday.html' title='Introducing: Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SfDgB9a6KiI/AAAAAAAAATo/7CtUH8YEnf8/s72-c/Mom,+Dad+and+Me+-+1971.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-4979917154651532070</id><published>2009-04-20T23:00:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:35:21.605-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extended Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>Remembering Patty (1960-2009)</title><content type='html'>My cousin Patty lost her battle with cancer on Saturday. She was 48.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my memories of her are from events that took place before I was 11, when we lived closer to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/Se09vDBI7tI/AAAAAAAAATg/iMz_Od5xip8/s1600-h/PT%26E.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326981812722396882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/Se09vDBI7tI/AAAAAAAAATg/iMz_Od5xip8/s320/PT%26E.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fondest memory I have of her is the weekend she spent with my family in Hawthrone, Nevada. She was 21, and to my 11-year-old eyes, she was blonde, beautiful and totally cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty played dolls with me (I had just gotten Golden Dream Barbie) and taught me how to crack and eat sunflower seeds. She was a great teacher because I continue to eat sunflower seeds to this day. In fact, The Man used to call me Sunflower Girl because I'd eat them every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To many, those may seem like small things considering all of the other wonderful and more significant things Patty did throughout her life. But to me, they are cherished memories and meant the world to a girl with mostly boy cousins (0 girls on Mom's side / 3 on Dad's side -- Debbie, Patty and Susan, who are all 10+ years older than me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad sent me the picture in this post and it immediately took me back to the days we lived closer to his side of the family. As you can see from my face, it looks like I was enjoying my "girl time" with Patty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty will be missed by so many in my family. Although I can't be there to hug them in person, I want each to know that I am there in spirit. My thoughts, prayers and best wishes are with each during this difficult time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather openings in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down&lt;br /&gt;upon us to let us know they are happy&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;em&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-4979917154651532070?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/4979917154651532070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=4979917154651532070&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/4979917154651532070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/4979917154651532070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2009/04/remembering-patty-1960-2009.html' title='Remembering Patty (1960-2009)'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/Se09vDBI7tI/AAAAAAAAATg/iMz_Od5xip8/s72-c/PT%26E.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-454908999286510780</id><published>2009-04-17T23:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:23:22.590-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>I need a night out with Edward Cullen. I mean, my husband!</title><content type='html'>I have a thousand other things I could be posting today, but I just can't resist commenting on &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;, now that I've watched it on DVD a time or two (*or three or more*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously loving this movie more and more. Rather, I'm loving the whole world of &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; even more. And for the sake of my sanity since no one but me reads this blog, I won't dive into the thousands of reasons I LOVE the relationship between Edward and Bella, but I will say this much:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325875183797403266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SelPQxBP_oI/AAAAAAAAATI/rMYXsS9Xtww/s320/Edward+and+Bella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I've heard some of the feminist comments about Bella being too dependent on Edward and blah, blah, blah. But seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IT'S FICTION PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call me a girly girl, but I love chivalrous men. Especially the ones who act strong and in charge, but choke up when they talk about their family and the woman they love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record, just because it's on my mind, I'd like to announce that I'm now officially 100% on board with &lt;strong&gt;Robert Pattinson&lt;/strong&gt; playing Edward. I was never totally against him, I just didn't know who he was. Had Edward been somewhere farther along in life (like CLOSER TO MY AGE!) I'd have said &lt;strong&gt;Hugh Jackman&lt;/strong&gt; is the only actor for the part. But I digress... I'll see him soon enough in Wolverine (if The Man will take me on a date, that is).&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SelXqnqk5RI/AAAAAAAAATY/CmZ95tPrJQ8/s1600-h/People+Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325884424056005906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SelXqnqk5RI/AAAAAAAAATY/CmZ95tPrJQ8/s200/People+Cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of "The Man" in my life. He FINALLY agreed to read the &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; books. He goes through multiple books in a week so you'd think it would've been easy for him, but he can be a little stubborn when it comes to doing something I really want him to do. It started with a mustache when we were dating, and it's just gone on from there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY -- He's on Book 4 (Breaking Dawn) so he can't give me his full review yet, but here's what he's said so far... AND I QUOTE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Men like Edward don't exist."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My reply?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I know they don't, Honey.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Edward isn't 'a man,' he's a vampire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we have the antagonistic part of Edward and Bella's relationship down. Now if I could only get him to throw himself in front of a car for me &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(*that's a scene in the book/movie, so don't freak out people*)&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll have to settle for a bite on my neck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sooooo need a date night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-454908999286510780?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/454908999286510780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=454908999286510780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/454908999286510780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/454908999286510780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-thousand-other-things-i-could-be.html' title='I need a night out with Edward Cullen. I mean, my husband!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SelPQxBP_oI/AAAAAAAAATI/rMYXsS9Xtww/s72-c/Edward+and+Bella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-3098740585294616810</id><published>2009-03-19T23:00:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:01:39.835-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Saga'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/ScPKYbpQRJI/AAAAAAAAASw/VBdQFRLuJqg/s1600-h/Twilight+DVD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315314506313778322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/ScPKYbpQRJI/AAAAAAAAASw/VBdQFRLuJqg/s320/Twilight+DVD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I never posted my review of the movie &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilight_movie.html" target="_blank"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but the brief synopsis went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The movie didn't live up to the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total shocker, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I knew this information going in and was prepared. So when the Cullen's make-up and the not-so-impressive special effects made it difficult for me to get into the movie (at first), I reminded myself that no movie about this incredible series could ever meet my expectations. Then, I sat back and enjoyed it. I relished the feeling I get whenever I think about anything &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perhaps fellow "Twilighters" can relate...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the anticipation of new books in the series is over, I live for any and every kind of &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;-related news. I've even found myself on the &lt;a href="http://moviesblog.mtv.com/tag/twilight/" target="_blank"&gt;MTV Twilight Blog&lt;/a&gt; site searching for news about the next movie, &lt;em&gt;New Moon&lt;/em&gt;. Seriously, I'm 37-years-old and I'm surfing through the MTV Web site?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's crazy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Or is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is with vampires, once &lt;a href="http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-you-can-live-forever-what-do-you.html" target="_blank"&gt;you're bitten&lt;/a&gt; (by this series) you are forever changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You begin devouring whatever information is already out there about the series - blogs, &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/a&gt; interviews, movie clips, etc., etc. And then you &lt;strong&gt;long for new updates&lt;/strong&gt; so you can stay in this make-believe world (a.k.a. &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilight_forks.html" target="_blank"&gt;Forks, Washington&lt;/a&gt;) that seems pretty darn close to perfection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe you can't relate and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm just crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I'm excited about the release on Saturday and will probably fix a &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;-themed dinner to celebrate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/ScPRfm0kaNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/17MxoZSHqRs/s1600-h/New+Moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315322326154504402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/ScPRfm0kaNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/17MxoZSHqRs/s320/New+Moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then? I'll &lt;strong&gt;focus my anticipation toward the release of &lt;em&gt;New Moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on 11.20.2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You think that's crazy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm the only one... &lt;a href="http://twilightmoms.com/"&gt;&lt;span  target="_blank" style="font-size:130;"&gt;SEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-3098740585294616810?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/3098740585294616810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=3098740585294616810&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3098740585294616810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3098740585294616810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-never-posted-my-review-of-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/ScPKYbpQRJI/AAAAAAAAASw/VBdQFRLuJqg/s72-c/Twilight+DVD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-1478607283994436871</id><published>2009-02-19T18:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:45:27.837-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-school Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Guess How Much I Love You?</title><content type='html'>We had a great Valentine's Day (make that, "Valentine's Week") at Aunt Judy's this year. The girls got to make Valentine's for their pre-school party, which gave me an opportunity to hear more about some of their classmates. They both had someone they wanted to give a "special" Valentine to, which was sweet. At least I thought it was sweet until I realized that one was a little boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the week, The Man sent us a yummy Edible Arrangement (MUST HAVE MORE!), took us to dinner at a local seafood restaurant (we love "shrimps!"), ran countless errands with us and even helped me set-up the girls' Valentine's morning surprises. You know, he's good when he wants to be. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of the big day, I made the girls pose for a picture or two. During the photo shoot I asked them if they knew how much I loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304637507776989442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SZ3btUlCyQI/AAAAAAAAASo/Uewj8J4Mvv0/s320/Big+Grin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Independent (above) gave me a huge grin, while Little Miss (below) replied with a pose and comment. Take a look at her picture and see if you can "guess" what the comment was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304636884355811922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SZ3bJCJ2ilI/AAAAAAAAASg/pICvlj_lzxM/s320/This+Much.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup -- it was "this much!" I couldn't have been more proud since that phrase comes from one of our favorite Children's books: &lt;em&gt;Guess How Much I Love You&lt;/em&gt;. It was the girls nursery room theme and will always be a cherished classic. The Man and I love those kids to the moon and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a Happy Heart Day too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-1478607283994436871?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/1478607283994436871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=1478607283994436871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/1478607283994436871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/1478607283994436871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2009/02/guess-how-much-i-love-you.html' title='Guess How Much I Love You?'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SZ3btUlCyQI/AAAAAAAAASo/Uewj8J4Mvv0/s72-c/Big+Grin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-7622821677937324659</id><published>2009-02-18T23:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:26:35.838-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roadtrips'/><title type='text'>Reno 911</title><content type='html'>Check this out... two posts in one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I started a post LAST JULY and then never finished it (sad, I know). Since it was nearly complete, I thought I'd post it now so you could enjoy some pictures from our last trip to Reno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, our "Reno Roadtrip" was jam-packed with family events. It was 17-days of fun filled activities and some much needed TLC. A few of the highlights are below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SMdMvPoAOcI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xg4ePXwLpXk/s1600-h/Reno+911+-+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244244665628113346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SMdMvPoAOcI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xg4ePXwLpXk/s200/Reno+911+-+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Highlight #1: Papa's Pet Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa T painted a giant pet rock in his backyard for the girls. They named it "Mommy Froggy" and visited her daily. It was an awesome gift and something the girls will look forward to seeing on future trips to Granny and Papa's house. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks, Papa -- we love your artistic ability and sense of fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highlight #2: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We found some kittens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SMdOLvxbHNI/AAAAAAAAAOU/IaiZiOwK7Dg/s1600-h/Reno+911+-+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244246254805523666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SMdOLvxbHNI/AAAAAAAAAOU/IaiZiOwK7Dg/s200/Reno+911+-+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up one morning and found kittens in the front yard. Papa T caught two that the girls called "Nugget" and "Moe" (from the Veggie Tales videos). Taking care of them was lots of fun and helped to prepare us for the two kitten additions to our family the following October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highlight #3: Making homemade ice cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SMdOhmO00-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/lZc5MguJkWk/s1600-h/Reno+911+-+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244246630201611234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SMdOhmO00-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/lZc5MguJkWk/s200/Reno+911+-+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We used an antique ice cream maker from the early 1900's -- it was actually manufactured in Richmond, VA if you can believe that! It took awhile to make the ice cream since Papa had two helpers on the churning part. However, it was well worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highlight #4: Swimming in the toddler pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've mentioned in previous posts, C&amp;amp;S can't get enough time in the water. They'll swim in a tub for hours if you'd let them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SMdPdIIycwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/atJ3j9pCho8/s1600-h/Reno+911+-+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244247652915376898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SMdPdIIycwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/atJ3j9pCho8/s200/Reno+911+-+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SMdPdaNWW6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/A016Rzw867c/s1600-h/Reno+911+-+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244247657766345634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SMdPdaNWW6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/A016Rzw867c/s200/Reno+911+-+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highlight #5: Seeing Uncle E and meeting his "Sweeties"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SMdRFmgxQuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/FDRHNt9oNY4/s1600-h/Reno+911+-+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244249447775421154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SMdRFmgxQuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/FDRHNt9oNY4/s200/Reno+911+-+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SMdQxSpb7NI/AAAAAAAAAO0/oMTaIU5l3gY/s1600-h/Reno+911+-+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244249098845678802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SMdQxSpb7NI/AAAAAAAAAO0/oMTaIU5l3gY/s200/Reno+911+-+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;And by "Sweeties" I mean Uncle E's sweet girlfriend, Kristina Bo Bina, and his pet Iguana, Sweetie. As usual, Claire jumped right in and made friends with both. I wasn't surprised about her comfort with Kristina, but her ease around the reptile was a little shocking. Apparently there isn't a creature alive that scares this kid. She'll consider that a gift in her future career as a veterinarian. =^..^=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's where the draft post ended. The remaining Reno highlights will be added to a scrapbook someday. For now, it's back to posting some more updated info on the blog. Stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-7622821677937324659?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/7622821677937324659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=7622821677937324659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7622821677937324659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7622821677937324659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/08/reno-911.html' title='Reno 911'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SMdMvPoAOcI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xg4ePXwLpXk/s72-c/Reno+911+-+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-2807485878879689950</id><published>2009-02-18T23:15:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:47:18.052-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>Love Orange Julius? Me too!</title><content type='html'>Darn you, Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I get a few minutes to update this blog, I end up checking e-mail and that "other" online communication tool for "just a minute or two." Next thing I know I'm caught up looking at friends' status updates, new pictures, 25+ lists, etc., etc. By the time it's all over, an hour or two has gone by and I'm too tired to provide any updates of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again I say... "DARN YOU, FACEBOOK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do have updates to make here, including my recent trip to Arizona, Valentine's Day festivities, etc. But until I can get to those, I thought I'd post a &lt;strong&gt;quick recipe&lt;/strong&gt; since it was a hot topic among some friends on Facebook (go figure) yesterday. It's a family favorite that I enjoyed as a kid and am now enjoying with my kids. I think they're especially good while relaxing on the back patio after an evening swim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, have I mentioned how much I miss this time of year in Arizona? Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before I get all nostalgic, go and get those blenders blending! (NOTE: If you'd prefer to save a few steps -- buy the Orange Smoothie Mix found in most grocery store produce sections -- and then just add ice and water). ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SZzfgyOHZBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/P8ZlM8_SGD4/s1600-h/Oranges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304360215465387026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SZzfgyOHZBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/P8ZlM8_SGD4/s200/Oranges.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Orange Smoothie (that's just like a Julius!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1/3 cup Frozen Orange Juice Concentrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1/2 tsp. Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1/2 cup Milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5-6 Ice cubes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1/4 cup Sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 scoops Vanilla Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1/2 cup Water (optional)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blend ingredients until smooth. Serves 4.&lt;br /&gt;Refrigerate no more than a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-2807485878879689950?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/2807485878879689950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=2807485878879689950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/2807485878879689950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/2807485878879689950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2009/02/darn-you-facebook-as-soon-as-i-get-few.html' title='Love Orange Julius? Me too!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SZzfgyOHZBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/P8ZlM8_SGD4/s72-c/Oranges.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-5319293574506296860</id><published>2008-12-24T20:20:00.026-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:19:00.303-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Holiday Hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SV8_1ujIe-I/AAAAAAAAARY/y5m9FiBXwLc/s1600-h/Holiday+Hugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287014679817255906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SV8_1ujIe-I/AAAAAAAAARY/y5m9FiBXwLc/s320/Holiday+Hugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been quite a year; we can't keep up with time&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe that it's nearly '09!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We've had a few updates, some big and some small&lt;br /&gt;"The Man" changing jobs is the biggest of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In July he left home and to Maryland he went,&lt;br /&gt;The commute isn't friendly and our patience is spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now it's house-hunting; just where we don't know&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for details at the blog down below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we close out this year and reflect on the past&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the crazy, our blessings our vast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just what are these gifts? There are many to name&lt;br /&gt;Being parents to two tops the list, that's the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's also our health, our family and friends;&lt;br /&gt;And the gift of our Savior, whose love never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At this time of the year, we wish you the best,&lt;br /&gt;Many holiday hugs to our dear friends out West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To everyone else; we wish you love too,&lt;br /&gt;Our thoughts are still with you, in all that you do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-5319293574506296860?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/5319293574506296860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=5319293574506296860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/5319293574506296860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/5319293574506296860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-hugs.html' title='Holiday Hugs'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SV8_1ujIe-I/AAAAAAAAARY/y5m9FiBXwLc/s72-c/Holiday+Hugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-1803798896490660971</id><published>2008-11-17T21:25:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:16:43.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-school Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>The Trouble with Turkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Think eating turkey on Thanksgiving Day is tiring?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SVfNZFDQ4AI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FJuMY8lWIxw/s1600-h/Turkeys+up+close.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284918518478856194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SVfNZFDQ4AI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FJuMY8lWIxw/s200/Turkeys+up+close.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Try making turkey cupcakes for a classroom full of pre-schoolers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It seemed like an easy task, but after a few mishaps and having to juggle "the help," I was ready to "Do the U" (that's head to Ukrop's, my favorite grocery store, for some of their cupcakes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Granny K and I practiced for a day or two and the last batch of turkeys were pretty tasty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see below, the girls agreed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SVfJYC8siJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/a0bqB57ap1o/s1600-h/Tray+of+Turkeys.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SVfND_b6OMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sfFFuDkPafs/s1600-h/Enjoying+Cupcakes+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284918156194363586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SVfND_b6OMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sfFFuDkPafs/s200/Enjoying+Cupcakes+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SVfNoA3QH1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DtdH9rMN9X8/s1600-h/Enjoying+Cupcakes+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SVfOUUki3vI/AAAAAAAAARI/a6nBbpSX8wA/s1600-h/Enjoying+Cupcakes+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284919536257261298" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SVfOUUki3vI/AAAAAAAAARI/a6nBbpSX8wA/s200/Enjoying+Cupcakes+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Turkey Day to All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-1803798896490660971?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/1803798896490660971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=1803798896490660971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/1803798896490660971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/1803798896490660971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/11/trouble-with-turkey.html' title='The Trouble with Turkey'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SVfNZFDQ4AI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FJuMY8lWIxw/s72-c/Turkeys+up+close.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-741689670097109826</id><published>2008-11-09T23:00:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:54:59.615-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Pets'/><title type='text'>Twinkie and Mango</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As I've mentioned in previous posts -- it's been a busy few months for our family. One of the most significant changes for us is that we've now got two more twins to feed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Their names are "Twinkie" and "Mango" and they are the cutest fraternal girl kittens we've seen in a long time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were originally four kittens in the litter (all orange girls). Sadly, they were separated from their mom during a storm when they were roughly 10-days old. They've been bottle-raised and are the sweetest little kitties. They are great with the girls and we're excited to have them join our family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While they haven't met &lt;a href="http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/04/puppy-trouble.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mocha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yet, they're excited to get to know Rio. Of course Rio isn't too thrilled about the idea of getting to know them, but he's adjusting. Even with the new additions, he knows he's still the top cat in our family. =^..^=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Below is one of the best pictures I've taken of the "the girls." As you can see, they're extremely close, and almost always together. It's very much like two other little girls I know. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267055774337267778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SRhXUhmK-EI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hIIEZtoMfYY/s320/Twinkie+and+Mango.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Mango is on the left and Twinkie is on the right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-741689670097109826?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/741689670097109826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=741689670097109826&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/741689670097109826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/741689670097109826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/11/twinkie-and-mango.html' title='Twinkie and Mango'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SRhXUhmK-EI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hIIEZtoMfYY/s72-c/Twinkie+and+Mango.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-7829948394535134508</id><published>2008-11-06T06:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:34:06.665-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>Inspiring Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being the (obsessive) planner that I am, I often get caught up in the details. &lt;em&gt;Occassionally&lt;/em&gt;, I'll find myself getting frustrated when things take a different direction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know some of you can relate, so when I stumbled across the following quote I felt it needed to be shared.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned,&lt;br /&gt;so as to have the life that is waiting for us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Joseph Campbell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-7829948394535134508?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/7829948394535134508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=7829948394535134508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7829948394535134508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7829948394535134508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/11/inspiring-words.html' title='Inspiring Words'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/th_TamSig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-380568430850753843</id><published>2008-11-05T23:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:36:41.136-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>History in the making</title><content type='html'>It's a beautiful and historic day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's November 5th and I'm finally updating my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? You thought I was talking about something else? ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SRJYjKgZc6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/KJZ7GLlkO7E/s1600-h/Fall+Day+in+Virginia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265368275488437154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SRJYjKgZc6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/KJZ7GLlkO7E/s320/Fall+Day+in+Virginia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While that was said in jest, I would like to take a moment to say that I do (sincerely) believe that today is a historic day for our nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In consideration of my family and friends with differing views, and in light of the basic nature of my Blog, I will refrain from commenting specifically on candidates, political opinions, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I would like to share the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that every American should be proud of this country. Yesterday, each (law-abiding citizen) had the opportunity to vote for the candidates and measures they most agreed with. Ultimately, the voice of the "people" (the majority) was heard. Even if we didn't agree with the decisions made -- each of us was able to speak ("vote") freely! Can you imagine living in a country where those decisions are made for you? I could probably try, but after getting to know someone who has lived in a country like that; I REALLY don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my two cents on America -- for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are my thoughts on this historic day for my Blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to blame Facebook, since that seems to derail some of my evening Blog time. But really, it's just that life is hectic and I have a hard time keeping up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if you're willing to stick with me, I promise to get back to posting (semi) regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to those who keep stalking me in regard to my posts (DD, RF, ML, RM, SR, etc. - you know who you are!)...I heard your voices loud and clear and &lt;strong&gt;I'M WORKING ON IT&lt;/strong&gt;! Consider this a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-380568430850753843?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/380568430850753843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=380568430850753843&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/380568430850753843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/380568430850753843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-historic-day-america.html' title='History in the making'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SRJYjKgZc6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/KJZ7GLlkO7E/s72-c/Fall+Day+in+Virginia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-7623101063838074731</id><published>2008-07-09T00:15:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T02:04:44.796-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wildlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roadtrips'/><title type='text'>Mountain Sheep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since moving to AZ, we've taken a number of roadtrips. Most take us across Hoover Dam, where we spend much of the time looking for "Mountain Sheep" (our pet name for Mountain Goats).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest trip seemed no different as we passed through the dam without a sheep in sight. As usual, we kept moving and told ourselves we'd spot some another day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that day would come so soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were driving out of Hawthorne, NV (the town I called home during 6th grade), making our way around Walker Lake, when Granny K spotted something moving. It seemed fate was on our side as a turnabout appeared out of nowhere so I could whip the van around and take a closer look. Below is what we saw first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232744838122550898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SJ5xtLyNtnI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ioLSusByLkM/s320/Mountain+Sheep+-+Far+View+-+July+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then -- they started coming down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN! Seven mountain sheep!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went crazy! I was able to capture five in one photo and as you can see, unless you have the opportunity to sit still and watch for movement, you'd easily miss them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232755822724514418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SJ57sknaAnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6TVGV3ru0x4/s320/Mountain+Sheep+-+July+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We stayed and watched for a long time -- amazed at the marvelous creatures and their agility. The baby, who barely had horns, was our favorite. Had he not been surrounded by his herd, I think he would've come closer to say hello (thanks to our box of &lt;em&gt;Cheez-its&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I wanted to pat his little head and hug him, I knew it was best that I not encourage any bonding with humans. *&lt;em&gt;SIGH&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232750947851500354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SJ53Q0TG-0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/VO2wSpEWUm0/s320/Mountain+Sheep+-+Baby+-+July+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What's really funny is that my mom has been in Reno for over 15 years and this is the first time she finally saw mountain goats in person. The girls and I consider ourselves lucky for having to wait only two. It's a moment we'll treasure and talk about on every future roadtrip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-7623101063838074731?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/7623101063838074731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=7623101063838074731&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7623101063838074731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7623101063838074731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/07/mountain-sheep.html' title='Mountain Sheep!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SJ5xtLyNtnI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ioLSusByLkM/s72-c/Mountain+Sheep+-+Far+View+-+July+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-7680918007737229656</id><published>2008-07-06T21:15:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:05:32.720-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, America!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SJ2_BvLr5qI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PTrIyz3ZzhA/s1600-h/Happy+Birthday,+America.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232548378640639650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SJ2_BvLr5qI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PTrIyz3ZzhA/s320/Happy+Birthday,+America.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I've said in previous posts -- my girls think every birthday requires a celebration. The &lt;strong&gt;4th of July&lt;/strong&gt; was no different and they were decked out from head to toe in glitter, glasses and glam. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the day on the road to Reno (be sure to check out my next post about "Mountain Sheep"), having a BBQ with Granny, Papa and Aunt P, watching the girls watch fireworks for the first time, and then drifting off to sleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was an exciting day and a great way to celebrate the birth of the country we call home. We're grateful for the freedom we enjoy and the men and women who protect it at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday, America!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-7680918007737229656?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/7680918007737229656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=7680918007737229656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7680918007737229656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7680918007737229656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-america.html' title='Happy Birthday, America!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SJ2_BvLr5qI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PTrIyz3ZzhA/s72-c/Happy+Birthday,+America.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-5481544838503502278</id><published>2008-07-02T02:11:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:57:54.994-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arizona Life'/><title type='text'>Binky and Bonzo - Fraternal Twins?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SJtObOXE1JI/AAAAAAAAAJY/05ycQPZXnz0/s1600-h/Binky+and+Bonzo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231861621739279506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SJtObOXE1JI/AAAAAAAAAJY/05ycQPZXnz0/s200/Binky+and+Bonzo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crista and I have known each other for over twenty years -- and we've been "Binky and Bonzo" for the past 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With similar heights and hair color, parents who resemble the other's, a partnership in almost all VA church callings, and a few of the same ex-boyfriends, it's easy to see why we're great friends and often refered to as the other. At least we used to be...&lt;em&gt;sniff&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bink recently came out to AZ for a visit and we had a great time As you can see from the pix, we still ROCK. Make that, SHE rocks. (Note to self: try make-up and less squinting!)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SJtP2ivmm-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/v6BcCIqgDTU/s1600-h/Binky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231863190578961378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SJtP2ivmm-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/v6BcCIqgDTU/s200/Binky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visit definitely wasn't long enough, but it's nice to know that despite the distance or time in-between visits, we always pick up right where we left off -- Monkey BFFs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya, Bink! Please come see us again soon -- my little monkeys miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-5481544838503502278?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/5481544838503502278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=5481544838503502278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/5481544838503502278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/5481544838503502278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/07/binky-and-bonzo.html' title='Binky and Bonzo - Fraternal Twins?'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SJtObOXE1JI/AAAAAAAAAJY/05ycQPZXnz0/s72-c/Binky+and+Bonzo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-7823735832389631265</id><published>2008-06-27T23:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T02:13:12.798-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arizona Life'/><title type='text'>Granny's Little Swimmers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SJqNMOuMvPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/24qQVbE3gfg/s1600-h/Little+Swimmers+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231649158394068210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SJqNMOuMvPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/24qQVbE3gfg/s200/Little+Swimmers+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When it comes to personal flotation devices, it's not about safety. It's about style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny took my "Little Swimmers" shopping for some new pool toys and this is what they ended up with. From day one, they've been attached at the hip (pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SJqOppjKiCI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7S7L-7VJNgM/s1600-h/Little+Swimmers+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231650763323377698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SJqOppjKiCI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7S7L-7VJNgM/s200/Little+Swimmers+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thankfully, we finally convinced the girls that "Mommy Ducky" and "Baby Hippo" were more comfortable living outside in the deck box. So far it's worked, but that's only because we visit them daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SJqOXK7kSbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Db-g1UNhj-0/s1600-h/Little+Swimmers+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231650445866584498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SJqOXK7kSbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Db-g1UNhj-0/s200/Little+Swimmers+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few days later Cousin Deb sent the girls flippers. Another huge hit with my little fishies who often refer to themselves as "Mermaid" and "Dory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can blame them for loving water out here in the 113 degree heat? As they (courtesy of Little Nemo) say: "Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds good to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-7823735832389631265?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/7823735832389631265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=7823735832389631265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7823735832389631265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7823735832389631265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/06/grannys-little-swimmers.html' title='Granny&apos;s Little Swimmers'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SJqNMOuMvPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/24qQVbE3gfg/s72-c/Little+Swimmers+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-3331849244051018394</id><published>2008-06-25T21:00:00.025-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T02:16:55.884-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><title type='text'>What surgery?</title><content type='html'>I'm often asked if the girls are identical. It seems bizarre to those of us who know them well; but for those who don't, a quick glance at the coordinated clothing and similar height and hair color can be misleading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the moment I felt movement during pregnancy, I knew my girls would be completely different. I'd like to think it was my mommy-to-be intuition, but the constant action from "Baby B" (who ultimately pushed her way into "Baby A's" position), kind of gave it away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then, my "No Fear" Claire has been on the move -- stopping only to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And despite the failed doses of Benadryl (kidding!), and the dental visits with sedation (not kidding!), I HOPED she'd surprise me and take a little down time after the Tonsillectomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SHWhgGqZYcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6Ro0o1lMbCY/s1600-h/Claire"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221256915922280898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SHWhgGqZYcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6Ro0o1lMbCY/s200/Claire%27s+Surgery+1+-+June+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really should have known better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a wild "hulk-child" moment in the recovery room, and an afternoon awake and wiggling, she mostly acted like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept waiting for things to get bad -- the dehydration; the terrible pain, etc., etc. However, it never happened. Essentially, this was a good thing. Even though there was no rest for the weary (Granny Kay and me), it was an experience I'm grateful for. Considering all the other "crazy" going on (more to come on that), a speedy recovery from one tough little toddler is quite a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture in this post was taken shortly after we got into the hospital room, post surgery. Absolutely amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-3331849244051018394?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/3331849244051018394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=3331849244051018394&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3331849244051018394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3331849244051018394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-surgery.html' title='What surgery?'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SHWhgGqZYcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6Ro0o1lMbCY/s72-c/Claire%27s+Surgery+1+-+June+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-2647485993818963403</id><published>2008-06-13T20:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T13:41:31.789-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><title type='text'>Tonsils, Take-Two</title><content type='html'>It's deja vu around here, but such is the life with twins. After a toddler-sized Barium Swallow test, the doctor has decided that Claire's tonsils and adenoids have to go. They're huge, with only a tiny space in between. The result is that she's not getting enough air when eating or drinking, so she's choking frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgery takes place next Wednesday and Claire couldn't be more excited. She likes to remind us of Syd's surgery by explaining how she was "too little" to go inside the hospital. When we signed-in for her test this week she asked me if her finger would get pinched ("pricked") and when she'd get a bracelet ("ID Tag"). According to her &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Going-Hospital-Rogers-Fred-Experiences/dp/0698115740/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1213404148&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Going to the Hospital&lt;/a&gt; book (gotta love that Mr. Rogers), these are things that must happen at the "hos-pi-tal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SFMWrkRET9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/9SDMB8gL05o/s1600-h/Claire+at+the+Doctor+-+June+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211534131523243986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SFMWrkRET9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/9SDMB8gL05o/s200/Claire+at+the+Doctor+-+June+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I doubt I'll have the same enthusiasm she does come surgery time. Thankfully, Granny Kay is coming to the rescue again and will be here to help out. Sadly, Curtis will miss the event because of work. As Forest Gump says, "That's all I have to say about that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the picture in this post at Claire's test this week. As I previously mentioned, she LOVED the whole visit. I couldn't have been more proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-2647485993818963403?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/2647485993818963403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=2647485993818963403&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/2647485993818963403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/2647485993818963403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/06/tonsils-take-two.html' title='Tonsils, Take-Two'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SFMWrkRET9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/9SDMB8gL05o/s72-c/Claire+at+the+Doctor+-+June+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-7063019881046817140</id><published>2008-06-05T21:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T01:16:37.228-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arizona Life'/><title type='text'>Change is good</title><content type='html'>Diving into the world of "blogging" has been fun for me. I've been able to reconnect with some old friends, spend time writing "for fun" and to watch the reaction on my girls' faces when they see themselves on the computer screen. In short, it's been a pleasant addition to my to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it was only a matter of time before the hyper-focused inner me started thinking of ways to change my blog: center this, add that, etc. The list went on and on and sadly, beyond my technical expertise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SEd58JyVRLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/dryHG9hSzT0/s1600-h/Graphically+Designing+Button.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208265568403408050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SEd58JyVRLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/dryHG9hSzT0/s200/Graphically+Designing+Button.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thankfully, I stumbled across Darcy and &lt;a href="http://www.graphicallydesigning.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Graphically Designing&lt;/a&gt;. She was able to make sense of my madness and create this beautiful new layout. I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process, I decided that my blog - despite its short existence - needed a new name. "Sugar and Spice: Ingredients for a Happy Life" was cute, but I felt it wasn't capturing what I wanted to say or do with this blog. (Yes, I over-think just about everything.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why Roots &amp;amp; Wings?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; The purpose of my blog is to share moments. The significant moments, and the not-so-significant moments in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; My granny (my mom's mom), who I miss dearly and is often on my mind, had a favorite quote that she referenced throughout her life. I didn't understand it as a teenager, but it sure makes sense as an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots, the other, wings." (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hodding&lt;/span&gt; Carter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; I like to think that our "roots" are established through the friendships we make, the places we live, and the experiences we go through; and that our "wings" come as a result of those experiences and relationships - ultimately enabling us to fly on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it -- my over-thinking, brainstorming process in writing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Frightening&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, I'd like to say thanks to Darcy for making my blog dreams a reality. She's talented, witty and very patient. Please &lt;a href="http://www.graphicallydesigning.com/" target="blank"&gt;check out her site&lt;/a&gt; if you're interested in blog tips or makeover services. She's great to work with and delightful to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, thanks to everyone who keeps coming back to check in with us. Truly, it means more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/WyattT96/Blog/TamSig.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-7063019881046817140?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/7063019881046817140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=7063019881046817140&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7063019881046817140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7063019881046817140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/06/change-is-good.html' title='Change is good'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SEd58JyVRLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/dryHG9hSzT0/s72-c/Graphically+Designing+Button.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-2720584080696919692</id><published>2008-05-28T00:05:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:38:36.402-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Forty-something</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SDzo_YSYCDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pU7NOZa0ofo/s1600-h/Curtis+Birthday+1+-+May+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205291444882376754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SDzo_YSYCDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pU7NOZa0ofo/s200/Curtis+Birthday+1+-+May+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's get one thing straight - the&lt;em&gt; man&lt;/em&gt; is forty-something, not me. Today was his XXth birthday, which actually puts him closer to fifty-something, but I won't go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and I had a great time setting up for the celebration. Initially, I planned on cake and presents but upon reviewing the agenda with the girls, Little Miss Independent reminded me that birthday parties require balloons and party hats. And who am I to argue with that logic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We baked a cake, signed cards, wrapped presents, and decorated the house with balloons. Little Miss Organized was so excited that she kept asking The Man to come downstairs before we were finished setting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SDzpSoSYCEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/FpBby_X8EjM/s1600-h/Curtis+Birthday+2+-+May+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205291775594858562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SDzpSoSYCEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/FpBby_X8EjM/s200/Curtis+Birthday+2+-+May+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we enjoyed dinner at Claim Jumper, one of his favorite restaurants, and somehow managed to save room for cake at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, a great time was had by all. Kudos must be given to my little party planners -- they sure do make their mommy (and daddy) proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Sweetheart! -T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-2720584080696919692?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/2720584080696919692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=2720584080696919692&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/2720584080696919692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/2720584080696919692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/05/forty-something.html' title='Forty-something'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SDzo_YSYCDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pU7NOZa0ofo/s72-c/Curtis+Birthday+1+-+May+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-4004853999259881503</id><published>2008-05-19T01:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:39:39.925-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><title type='text'>Missing Daddy</title><content type='html'>The Man has been traveling this month and the few days we had him home last week went by too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SDEXWiZ3-YI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3VeyXyAS4ys/s1600-h/Daddy+and+the+Girls+1+-+May+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201964720549525890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SDEXWiZ3-YI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3VeyXyAS4ys/s200/Daddy+and+the+Girls+1+-+May+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every time the girls see a plane overhead or a red truck drive by they scream, "it's Daddy!" My heart aches a little bit each time that happens, but I know it's got to be worse for him being away from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SDEWfyZ3-XI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LusL9VCqd4I/s1600-h/Daddy+and+the+Girls+1+-+May+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to get a Web cam for The Man's laptop so he could keep in touch with us, but's it's definitely not the same when it comes time for hugs and kisses. Although, it is fun to watch the girls kiss the computer screen when we're chatting with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attached picture was taken last weekend. If you're reading this post, Sweetheart...HURRY HOME -- WE MISS YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-4004853999259881503?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/4004853999259881503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=4004853999259881503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/4004853999259881503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/4004853999259881503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/05/missing-daddy.html' title='Missing Daddy'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SDEXWiZ3-YI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3VeyXyAS4ys/s72-c/Daddy+and+the+Girls+1+-+May+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-5017715410444317265</id><published>2008-05-16T23:20:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:02:45.984-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recommendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Saga'/><title type='text'>An Update</title><content type='html'>I am now officially addicted to the &lt;a href="http://www.twilightnovel.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Twilight Saga&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SC5MmSZ3-TI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UV4OlCePNV4/s1600-h/New+Moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201178840318605618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SC5MmSZ3-TI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UV4OlCePNV4/s200/New+Moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somehow, I managed to finish &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0316160199/ref=pd_luc_0000203160652260316160199" target="_blank"&gt;New Moon&lt;/a&gt; (Book 2) and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0316160202/ref=pd_luc_0000103160652260316160202" target="_blank"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/a&gt; (Book 3) in ONE WEEK (I know, I know -- IDIOT!) and I'm still just as mesmerized and in love with this series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have read the books, you know my heart is breaking as a result of the Edward, Bella, Jacob love triangle. What an awesome story line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SC5OViZ3-WI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vVKdUWIZ_Ho/s1600-h/Eclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201180751579052386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SC5OViZ3-WI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vVKdUWIZ_Ho/s200/Eclipse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course the real heartbreak is having to wait until August 2 to read &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/breakingdawn.html" target="_blank"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/a&gt; (Book 4). Rumor has it that it's the last in the &lt;a href="http://www.twilightnovel.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Twilight Saga&lt;/a&gt;, although info from &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/a&gt;, per her Web site, indicates that a Twilight companion novel called &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/otherprojects_midnightsun.html" target="_blank"&gt;Midnight Sun&lt;/a&gt; could be on the way. Essentially, it's Edward's version of Twilight. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brilliant&lt;/span&gt;! I really hope that comes to fruition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just for grins, I thought I'd do a little poll on my blog for the ladies who love the &lt;a href="http://www.twilightnovel.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Twilight Saga&lt;/a&gt;. Be sure to submit your answer before you go. I'm personally sticking with Edward, but Jacob is becoming tough competition. Did I mention that I HATE THAT? Poor, Bella. Poor, Jacob. Poor, Edward...Okay, I'm stopping now, I have got to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night! -T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-5017715410444317265?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/5017715410444317265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=5017715410444317265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/5017715410444317265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/5017715410444317265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/05/update.html' title='An Update'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SC5MmSZ3-TI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UV4OlCePNV4/s72-c/New+Moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-5812756041886146240</id><published>2008-05-11T01:00:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:45:14.778-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>I love being a mom</title><content type='html'>There are so many things I love about being a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SCaNWyZ3-SI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cy7Nv149MHA/s1600-h/Mommy+and+Sydney+-+BR+31+Night+-+May+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198998242472753442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SCaNWyZ3-SI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cy7Nv149MHA/s200/Mommy+and+Sydney+-+BR+31+Night+-+May+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~ I love the fact that despite how bad I look in the morning, the girls still think I'm beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I love being told that my kisses heal boo-boos ("all better, Mommy!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I love hearing the same question over and over. When it starts to get irritating, I remind myself that it means the girls are persistent and that's a talent that will serve them well in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I love being asked to eat something the girls have fixed in their "kitchen" -- usually it's plastic pizza and invisible juice, but it's always good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I love hearing, "I wuv you, Mommy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I love going out with the girls. One of our latest outings was a trip to Baskin-Robbins for &lt;a href="http://www.baskinrobbins.com/Promotion/31centthankyou.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;31 cent Scoop Night&lt;/a&gt;. The pictures in this post were taken with my camera phone as we waited in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SCaNHyZ3-RI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Qe5rOzF0oAg/s1600-h/Claire+-+BR+31+Night+-+May+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198997984774715666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SCaNHyZ3-RI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Qe5rOzF0oAg/s200/Claire+-+BR+31+Night+-+May+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could easily keep going, but you get the idea. I love being a mom, even on the days that aren't so easy. Of course as luck would have it (being Mother's Day Eve and all) today was one of those days. One of those days when you end up feeling like a terrible mom, and you wonder if you've scarred your children for life. However, upon reflection, I realize that everything gets better and that love conquers all. It's one of those days that I wouldn't trade for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I close this post, I'd like to say Happy Mother's Day to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks, Mom:&lt;br /&gt;For the strength that keeps me grounded,&lt;br /&gt;and the love that gives me wings to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, -Reen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-5812756041886146240?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/5812756041886146240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=5812756041886146240&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/5812756041886146240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/5812756041886146240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-being-mom.html' title='I love being a mom'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SCaNWyZ3-SI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cy7Nv149MHA/s72-c/Mommy+and+Sydney+-+BR+31+Night+-+May+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-1524815779250381811</id><published>2008-05-10T00:00:00.030-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T10:57:58.023-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recommendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Saga'/><title type='text'>I've been bitten...</title><content type='html'>There are several reasons I don't read for pleasure very often. Aside from not having a lot of extra time or energy, the primary reason is that I usually lose track of time and stay up past my bedtime. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE when good books carry me away, but it was a lot easier to "travel" before I became a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SCU3KqUhBhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZT4B30EziIM/s1600-h/Twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198622001167664658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SCU3KqUhBhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZT4B30EziIM/s320/Twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That said, I'd like to take this opportunity to remind you that it IS important to "get away" every now and then; even if it's just by taking a trip to the couch with a good book in your hand. I'm compelled to share this reminder since I just took my own little "get away" with a book called, &lt;a href="http://www.twilightnovel.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt; (Book 1 in a series of 3, soon to be 4), by &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilight_movie.html" target="_blank"&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as I type this post with my eyes drooping, the lack of sleep was so worth the time invested in this story. It begins right here in Phoenix (which was really cool for me having just relocated) and it takes off to a place called Forks, Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, &lt;a href="http://www.twilightnovel.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt; is a love story between a human and a Vampire. (&lt;em&gt;I'll pause for a moment, I can hear the gasps now...&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. I don't do scary. I never have. I avoid scary books (sorry, Stephen King), scary movies, as well as the nightly news. So why on earth would I read anything with a Vampire in the main cast of characters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, &lt;a href="http://www.twilightnovel.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt; is not scary, at least not really. I'd say it's more exhilarating than it is scary and if you don't believe me, just consider the tag line: &lt;strong&gt;"When you can live forever, what do you live for?"&lt;/strong&gt; My heart is pounding...I LOVE IT! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Additionally&lt;/span&gt;, you can &lt;a href="http://www.twilightthemovie.com/" target="_blank"&gt;view the movie trailer&lt;/a&gt; to judge the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exhilarating&lt;/span&gt; vs. scary" element for &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SCU6YKUhBjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pjlRFGPTq2g/s1600-h/Twilight+Movie+Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198625531630782002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SCU6YKUhBjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pjlRFGPTq2g/s200/Twilight+Movie+Poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NOTE: I never recommend seeing a movie before reading the book, so promise me you'll view the trailer and then read the book, vs. viewing the trailer and then waiting for the movie. If you choose the latter, I won't allow you to join me on opening night. *grins*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you've &lt;a href="http://www.twilightthemovie.com/" target="_blank"&gt;viewed the trailer&lt;/a&gt;, read my plea, and STILL aren't convinced this book is worth your time, consider this...the author, &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilight_movie.html" target="_blank"&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/a&gt;, is an &lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id=""&gt;LDS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stay-at-home mom. I didn't know this prior to reading the book, but it sure made it that much sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I'd like to take a minute to thank Kathy C. for convincing me to invest some time in &lt;a href="http://www.twilightnovel.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt;.I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; needed the "get away" and I can't wait for the next one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! -T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-1524815779250381811?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/1524815779250381811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=1524815779250381811&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/1524815779250381811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/1524815779250381811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-you-can-live-forever-what-do-you.html' title='I&apos;ve been bitten...'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SCU3KqUhBhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZT4B30EziIM/s72-c/Twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-4374611462295439381</id><published>2008-04-30T01:05:00.026-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:45:51.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><title type='text'>thinking out loud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SBgC83lBsbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AbEKMcmHY3A/s1600-h/First+Days+at+Home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194905414906524082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SBgC83lBsbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AbEKMcmHY3A/s200/First+Days+at+Home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being a parent is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a grateful parent (24x7) is sometimes harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following poem reminded me that each day with my children is a gift. Even the days that make me want to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While today wasn't one of those days, I'm confident there's one just around the corner. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poem was written by Sally Meyer, who has approved its use on my blog. Click &lt;a href="http://trainland.tripod.com/poems1.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to access her Web site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Sally, for being a loving mother and an inspirational author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just for this day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just for this morning, I am going to smile whenever I see your face.&lt;br /&gt;and laugh when I feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this morning, I will let you wake up softly, all rumpled in your&lt;br /&gt;flannel and I will hold you until you are ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and&lt;br /&gt;smile and say you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you&lt;br /&gt;up and take you to the park to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this morning, I am going to eat a huge breakfast, with bacon&lt;br /&gt;eggs, toast and waffles, and you don't have to eat any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you&lt;br /&gt;teach me how to put that 100 piece puzzle together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the&lt;br /&gt;computer off, and sit with you in the garden blowing bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble&lt;br /&gt;when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one if he comes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be&lt;br /&gt;when you grow up or who you might have been before your diagnosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't&lt;br /&gt;stand over you trying to 'fix' things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this afternoon, I will let you put all kinds of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;barrettes&lt;/span&gt; in my&lt;br /&gt;hair, and put lipstick on my face, and I will tell you how pretty you have made me look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this afternoon, I will take you to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; and buy us both&lt;br /&gt;a Happy meal so you can have both toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story&lt;br /&gt;about how you were born, and how much we love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the bathtub and not get&lt;br /&gt;angry when you throw water over your sister's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the&lt;br /&gt;porch swing and count all the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this evening, I will bring you glasses of water, and snuggle&lt;br /&gt;beside you for three hours and miss my favorite show on t.v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this evening, When I kneel down to pray, I will simply be&lt;br /&gt;grateful for all that I have and not ask for anything, except&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one more day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally Meyer&lt;br /&gt;copyright 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No portion of this poem may be reproduced without permission of the author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="mailto:Rainmom2000@aol.com" href="mailto:Rainmom2000@aol.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rainmom2000@aol.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-4374611462295439381?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/4374611462295439381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=4374611462295439381&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/4374611462295439381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/4374611462295439381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-my-child.html' title='thinking out loud'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SBgC83lBsbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AbEKMcmHY3A/s72-c/First+Days+at+Home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-7994231463192331294</id><published>2008-04-29T01:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T13:39:37.466-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arizona Life'/><title type='text'>THE POOL IS OPEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SBa3H3lBsUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nnFtr3uCWnw/s1600-h/Claire+and+Sydney+-+April+2008+-+SS+Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194540566024663362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SBa3H3lBsUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nnFtr3uCWnw/s200/Claire+and+Sydney+-+April+2008+-+SS+Image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was pretty hot today so I decided to gather the girls and jump into the pool for a relaxing swim. We've been dipping our feet in the water for the past few weeks, but today was official -- swimsuits, towels, going under water, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it wasn't as warm as I had hoped, it was still refreshing and my little fishies had a blast. The picture above was taken shortly after we got out. Here's how it went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posed a simple question: "Who had fun in the pool today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a sweet (and loud) answer: "ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is now one of my favorite photos of our bathing beauties. For those who haven't seen them in a while, Sydney's on the left and Claire is on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo cute. -T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-7994231463192331294?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/7994231463192331294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=7994231463192331294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7994231463192331294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/7994231463192331294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/04/pool-is-open.html' title='THE POOL IS OPEN!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SBa3H3lBsUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nnFtr3uCWnw/s72-c/Claire+and+Sydney+-+April+2008+-+SS+Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-3595245248593729152</id><published>2008-04-27T23:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:31:52.078-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Pets'/><title type='text'>Puppy Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SBVLsXlBsPI/AAAAAAAAADw/KJr_07n6OVg/s1600-h/Mocha+-+SS+Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194140970857378034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SBVLsXlBsPI/AAAAAAAAADw/KJr_07n6OVg/s200/Mocha+-+SS+Image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's cute, he's furry, and he likes to lick - a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not talking about Curtis. I'm talking about Mocha, the newest addition to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a pint-sized &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pekinese" target="_blank"&gt;Pekingese&lt;/a&gt; puppy, he sure can create a lot of havoc at our house. Despite two crates, two visits from Chem Dry (the carpet cleaners), two adults arguing about who let him out last, and one cat who'd prefer he found a new address; Mocha still manages to win the hearts of our two little girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Sydney gave Mocha a pet-name this weekend. It was so creative and cute that it's now his official name: &lt;strong&gt;Mochapelli&lt;/strong&gt;. That's MO-KA-PEL-LEE, like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kokopelli" target="_blank"&gt;Kokopelli&lt;/a&gt;, a word she learned a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SBVfqHlBsTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w5zHemarndo/s1600-h/Claire+and+Mocha+-+SS+Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194162922435227954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SBVfqHlBsTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w5zHemarndo/s200/Claire+and+Mocha+-+SS+Image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To the left is a picture of Claire and our little Southwestern pup since I couldn't find one of Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short: it's a good thing &lt;a href="http://www.skitterskat.com/" target="_blank"&gt;I love animals&lt;/a&gt;, not to mention Claire and Sydney. Otherwise, Mr. Mochapelli could have found himself hitching a ride back to Texas to live with my sister-in-law, Pam, who gave him to us this past Christmas. (Nothing personal, P, you know I love you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So despite the fact that he's a dog, he's officially part of our family. However, for the record; I want the world to know that when it comes to status, Mochapelli falls second to my Rio Cat. Because as Claire says (courtesy of a lesson from Papa Tamas), "Cats Rule. Dogs Drool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SBVZgHlBsSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BdTuPHJBvug/s1600-h/Rio+Cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194156153566769442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 33px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 33px" height="50" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SBVZgHlBsSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BdTuPHJBvug/s200/Rio+Cat.jpg" width="49" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; =^..^=&lt;br /&gt;Meow for now. -T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-3595245248593729152?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/3595245248593729152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=3595245248593729152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3595245248593729152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3595245248593729152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/04/puppy-trouble.html' title='Puppy Trouble'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SBVLsXlBsPI/AAAAAAAAADw/KJr_07n6OVg/s72-c/Mocha+-+SS+Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-3479125435821150419</id><published>2008-04-24T03:00:00.064-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:33:33.138-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls'/><title type='text'>Goodbye, Tonsils -- Hello, Ear Tubes</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe it's been one month since Little Miss Sydney went in for surgery. Recurring ear infections, mild-hearing loss, sleep apnea, and extremely large tonsils meant one scary surgery for our little girl. This type of procedure is extremely common, but due to her age it meant an over-night stay in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of time to plan, so Granny and Papa were able to drive in from Reno, NV to calm my nerves, keep Claire company, cook dinners, do home-improvements, and assist with Syd's recovery. Their love and support was soooo appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SBAENFX59qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fu18faP-02g/s1600-h/Sydney+-+Surgery+1+-+March+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192654993185437346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SBAENFX59qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fu18faP-02g/s200/Sydney+-+Surgery+1+-+March+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The surgery took place at &lt;a href="http://www.phoenixchildrens.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Phoenix Children's Hospital&lt;/a&gt;; a WONDERFUL place to have something like this done when you're a worried parent or a nervous three-year-old. The staff is superior (and so is our ENT, Dr. S) and the processes are top-notch from check-in to check-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SBAILVX59uI/AAAAAAAAADY/We6swuxoHvg/s1600-h/Sydney+-+Surgery+2+-+March+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192659361167177442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SBAILVX59uI/AAAAAAAAADY/We6swuxoHvg/s200/Sydney+-+Surgery+2+-+March+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sydney slept most of the first day, at least until her pain medication wore off. By late evening, she was perky and wide-eyed. I've included a couple of pictures I took with my camera phone during our mommy-daughter sleep over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to a severe flu season the hospital was on lock-down to anyone under the age of 12, so Claire was unable to come inside and visit. It was tough on her, but we tried to make sure she had some time with Mommy and Daddy outside of the hospital. She even sent a video-message to Sydney (her "Sissy"). You can see Claire's message at this end of this blog. *You may need to click the arrow twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SBAJvlX59vI/AAAAAAAAADg/JbV-clFt7c4/s1600-h/Claire+-+Surgery+1+-+March+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192661083449063154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SBAJvlX59vI/AAAAAAAAADg/JbV-clFt7c4/s200/Claire+-+Surgery+1+-+March+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was the girls' first night apart from each other since conception (yes, seriously), but they did great. Drugs helped Sydney cope, and Daddy, Granny and Papa helped Claire cope. A sucker helped too, which can be seen in the picture to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 5-7 days (post-op) were pretty rough on Syd, but the changes in her just one-month later are amazing. She speaks much more clearly, doesn't snore at all, and (knock on wood) hasn't been sick or even sniffled. Her check-up was last Friday and she passed with flying colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire, who also has extremely large tonsils, will be evaluated next month so we may be going through this with her as well. At least we'll have a better idea of what to expect. It certainly wasn't any fun seeing our sweet little Sydney wake up from anesthesia, but considering what other parents and children were dealing with in the hospital, we had it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Phoenix Children's and Dr. S, you do great work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="263" height="174" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d9a5396b72fe9865" 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://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd9a5396b72fe9865%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331476373%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D100572BD47AE61BAD2D4FD9B4672A19F4EF071E0.7A26650EFA9775A116C4D02F8E11E8C99736D203%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd9a5396b72fe9865%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dhwca98XQcyRe2pXAzRS8Cb05UBM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="263" height="174" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd9a5396b72fe9865%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331476373%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D100572BD47AE61BAD2D4FD9B4672A19F4EF071E0.7A26650EFA9775A116C4D02F8E11E8C99736D203%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd9a5396b72fe9865%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dhwca98XQcyRe2pXAzRS8Cb05UBM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-3479125435821150419?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d9a5396b72fe9865&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/3479125435821150419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=3479125435821150419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3479125435821150419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/3479125435821150419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodbye-tonsils-hello-ear-tubes.html' title='Goodbye, Tonsils -- Hello, Ear Tubes'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SBAENFX59qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fu18faP-02g/s72-c/Sydney+-+Surgery+1+-+March+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-5541750836990533130</id><published>2008-04-22T20:00:00.028-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T01:18:47.110-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recommendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arizona Life'/><title type='text'>Arizona life is getting SWEET!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SA6i51X59jI/AAAAAAAAACE/cRImTdqXaeQ/s1600-h/Think+Krispy+Kreme.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I'm just about to change the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; channel last night when an upcoming news story grabs my attention...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt; is coming back to The Valley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SA5mMFX59gI/AAAAAAAAABs/zxJLCF3yMZE/s1600-h/Think+Krispy+Kreme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192199778191668738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SA5mMFX59gI/AAAAAAAAABs/zxJLCF3yMZE/s320/Think+Krispy+Kreme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a &lt;a href="http://www.abc15.com/news/local/story.aspx?content_id=B78C8571-7876-4C03-B591-BDA2BF864155&amp;amp;gsa=true" target="_blank"&gt;long story&lt;/a&gt;, but &lt;a href="http://www.krispykreme.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt; Doughnuts&lt;/a&gt; was here (in my area of AZ), and then they weren't. To add insult to injury, they were here when Curtis and I were house hunting, and they were gone by the time we got here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not good to focus on food -- especially the fattening kind -- but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt; has been a tradition in my family for years. As a teenager I sold dozens and dozens of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt; doughnuts for a variety of fundraisers, and I swore I'd never eat (or sell) them ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that point on, I was a &lt;a href="https://www.dunkindonuts.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt;' Donuts&lt;/a&gt; girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later when I was pregnant with the girls, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt; started calling my name. I'm not sure if it was the doughnuts calling, or the 24-hour drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; calling, but it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt; loud and clear. And it only took one (okay, &lt;em&gt;maybe TWO&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.krispykreme.com/varieties.html#" target="_blank"&gt;chocolate iced glazed&lt;/a&gt; doughnut, and possibly a &lt;a href="http://www.krispykreme.com/varieties.html#" target="_blank"&gt;glazed sour cream&lt;/a&gt; doughnut to convince me to dump &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt;' and re-commit to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt;. (Side note: it's too bad I don't transition as easily in other things!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Anywhoo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt; is a real treat for our family (mainly for me and the girls) and has sadly been missing from our weekend travels. I'm looking forward to continuing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt; tradition with Claire and Sydney, although it may not include the fundraising part; unless it offers a discount on the doughnuts we purchase (grins). I hope they have a punch card -- WOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt; -- life just keeps getting sweeter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-T &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SA6hfVX59iI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AGDobxWn9R4/s1600-h/Varieties_r1_c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192264980090189346" style="WIDTH: 53px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 29px" height="44" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SA6hfVX59iI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AGDobxWn9R4/s200/Varieties_r1_c4.jpg" width="68" 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/4916390813133787338-5541750836990533130?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/5541750836990533130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=5541750836990533130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/5541750836990533130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/5541750836990533130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/04/arizona-life-is-getting-sweet.html' title='Arizona life is getting SWEET!'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9mfKaRkPwg8/SA5mMFX59gI/AAAAAAAAABs/zxJLCF3yMZE/s72-c/Think+Krispy+Kreme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4916390813133787338.post-2685377725855318151</id><published>2008-04-21T02:59:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T01:16:58.749-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arizona Life'/><title type='text'>The Details</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If I've heard it once, I've heard it a thousand times..."Tamara, you're all about the details."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It's true. I like details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's planning a party, or planning the weekend...I like knowing the details. Perhaps it's because I like making the most of my time, or maybe it's because I function better with some structure. Either way -- I certainly prefer details and organization, but life happens and things get a little out of control at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My work requires that I focus hard on the details of writing. My personal life requires that I focus hard on the details of wifehood, motherhood, friendhood, etc. and so on. Sometimes I get tired of the details requiring my attention, but generally speaking, I enjoy keeping my "i's" dotted, "t's" crossed, and all of my writing "typo-free." (Yes, the period does belong inside the quote mark. Please don't get me started...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Unfortunately, after years of being an over-achiever, I've come to realize I'm not perfect and that some of my "details" have gotten out of control. For the first time in my life I'm not able to keep up with it all (does anyone really keep up with it all?). And while I've always known that some of life's details aren't necessary, I've still had trouble letting them go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...that ends today (fingers crossed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quote "life is in the details" still rings true for me, but I've decided it's not the right title for this Blog (that's another story) and that time is passing by too quickly for me to be caught up in the details that are wasteful, worrisome and not worthy of my effort, tears, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without going into too much detail (pun not-intended), I've had some personal challenges over the past 18-months. I've focused entirely on my relocation (to AZ from VA) and my immediate family because that seemed to be much easier than dealing with the pain of leaving the home I knew and loved for 24-years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ignored e-mails, phone calls and letters from many of you and it wasn't intentional. I just kept sinking further down and focusing only on the things required for survival. Again, in an effort to spare you the details and to avoid sounding dramatic, I'll just say that I'm doing my best to bloom where I'm planted, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;f you've received an invitation to read this blog it means that you're someone very close to me and someone I've most likely been out of touch with lately. While the above explanation is brief, it's true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I never imagined how much I'd miss my home and the friends I considered family. I thought (being the over-achiever that I am, or was), that I'd make this transition in my life with grace and style. Yeah -- that sooo didn't happen out here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So, to make a long post short, let me try to summarize my light bulb moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life comes with challenges.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thankfully, challenges come with blessings&lt;br /&gt;(even if they're not recognized right away).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, if you prefer the toddler-friendly version, which links back to the title of this blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is filled with sugar and spice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It takes a bunch of ingredients, and lots of trials&lt;br /&gt;(and errors) to make an award-winning recipe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're interested in seeing what's cooking in this kitchen (a.k.a. life in the Wyatt Household) I hope you'll check out our blog from time to time. It will offer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pictures and details about the family&lt;br /&gt;- Pictures and details about our life and house in AZ&lt;br /&gt;- Pictures and stories about the weird (and sometimes scary) wildlife that comes to visit (last week a rattlesnake dropped by!)&lt;br /&gt;- Updates on &lt;a href="http://www.skitterskat.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Skitterskat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anything else I can think of to keep you coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no episode of &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/lost/index?pn=index" target="_blank"&gt;LOST&lt;/a&gt; (or my old fav, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alias_(TV_series)" target="_blank"&gt;Alias&lt;/a&gt;), but I guarantee it will be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;Love, T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4916390813133787338-2685377725855318151?l=rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/2685377725855318151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4916390813133787338&amp;postID=2685377725855318151&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/2685377725855318151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4916390813133787338/posts/default/2685377725855318151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rootsandwingsandthemomentsinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/04/details.html' title='The Details'/><author><name>Tamara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753522571198746879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
