<?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-10738152</id><updated>2011-11-07T14:35:06.898-05:00</updated><category term='home'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='family'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Adventures of Motherhood</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a harried mother of three kids who move at light speed and a husband who lives in a world of words. If that isn't enough, I teach in an elementary school as I slowly watch my hair turn gray.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-9025536558731738999</id><published>2011-10-26T22:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T23:02:36.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>M17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aUWQy1vELec/Tq4PZiQMLTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/KygvF0OvdVg/s1600/1465-Dahlia0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aUWQy1vELec/Tq4PZiQMLTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/KygvF0OvdVg/s200/1465-Dahlia0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669485912271891762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ol-AWPLMIkQ/Tq4Or6qtEGI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-1HQj0smnSU/s1600/zach%2Bbaby%2Bpicture%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ol-AWPLMIkQ/Tq4Or6qtEGI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-1HQj0smnSU/s200/zach%2Bbaby%2Bpicture%2B001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669485128551567458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a boy/man in the house who is thrilled to finally be 17 so he can buy his own xbox games without his mother with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My man-child turns 17 today. This man who towers over me, hardly resembles the little baby we brought home from the hospital. How he changed our lives. He turned us from a couple to a family and what an adventure we've been on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so smart and funny. He remembers inane facts and can quote episodes from his favourite shows and is frighteningly like his father. They are so much alike and it amazes me when I see them acting so similarly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Sweet Zach!  You make your mom and dad very proud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-9025536558731738999?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/9025536558731738999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=9025536558731738999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/9025536558731738999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/9025536558731738999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2011/10/m17.html' title='M17'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aUWQy1vELec/Tq4PZiQMLTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/KygvF0OvdVg/s72-c/1465-Dahlia0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-2699325083278415141</id><published>2011-09-12T17:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T17:37:39.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful girl turns 14!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DcPE3oPB6m4/Tm57RvFahdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/36Gb1RylIjk/s1600/DSCF4570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DcPE3oPB6m4/Tm57RvFahdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/36Gb1RylIjk/s200/DSCF4570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651590127023719890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O7RElPiV-no/Tm57SKwlUfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iUhEpcB4I6I/s1600/DSC_5249Email.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O7RElPiV-no/Tm57SKwlUfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iUhEpcB4I6I/s200/DSC_5249Email.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651590134452539890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet, sweet daughter, Dahlia turned 14 today. She is my best friend (besides Carmi!)and as the only girls in the house, we always say we need to stick together. Here is a letter that we wrote to her for her Grade Eight graduation yearbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:Cambria;  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin-top:0cm;  margin-right:0cm;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;  margin-left:0cm;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;  mso-header-margin:35.4pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Being your parents is truly our blessing. We’ve watched you mature into a beautiful, caring young woman. We marvel at the confidence that you exude. You always think of others and try to live your life as a mensch. We see it every day in your interaction with your brothers, the rest of our family, friends and even animals.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You always put thought and effort in all that you do. We couldn’t be more prouder of all that you’ve accomplished and achieved at LCHDS. We love to see your pride in being Jewish and your joy in following the traditions of those before you. We look forward to sharing your next adventure with you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We love you,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mommy and Daddy"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This pretty much says it all. Happy birthday my sweet Monkey-girl. I look forward to seeing all that you accomplish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-2699325083278415141?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2699325083278415141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=2699325083278415141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2699325083278415141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2699325083278415141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2011/09/beautiful-girl-turns-14.html' title='A Beautiful girl turns 14!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DcPE3oPB6m4/Tm57RvFahdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/36Gb1RylIjk/s72-c/DSCF4570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-8923528715862368116</id><published>2011-07-31T00:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T01:00:26.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aB_sKf6Yf_Q/TjTdBrJHLYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/flDkP1RM4Kc/s1600/DSC_9635%2B-%2BNoah%2Bpromo%2Btie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aB_sKf6Yf_Q/TjTdBrJHLYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/flDkP1RM4Kc/s200/DSC_9635%2B-%2BNoah%2Bpromo%2Btie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635372054577884546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p4mtNT1JANQ/TjTdBRpuhpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/7leIpY7YVXU/s1600/DSCF4695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p4mtNT1JANQ/TjTdBRpuhpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/7leIpY7YVXU/s200/DSCF4695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635372047735359122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-263MY7yFJdk/TjTdCAbAThI/AAAAAAAAAIU/y6eI0XC7X2Q/s1600/1465-Dahlia0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-263MY7yFJdk/TjTdCAbAThI/AAAAAAAAAIU/y6eI0XC7X2Q/s200/1465-Dahlia0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635372060290076178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi can hardly believe it. I know I say this every year, but I can hardly believe that my baby, my lovebug is turning another year older. It seems like just yesterday we were bringing our little baby home. But alas, 11 years has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah is special. He is a sweet, caring, loving, smart, funny, and athletic boy. He always shows his concern for others. Oye this mother is kvelling!  I don't think Noah every walked. He's always on the move, even when he sleeps. I love spending time with my sweet boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this special day, I wish him only good health, happiness and all of his life's desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday sweet Noah. Your mommy loves you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-8923528715862368116?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8923528715862368116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=8923528715862368116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/8923528715862368116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/8923528715862368116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2011/07/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday Wishes!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aB_sKf6Yf_Q/TjTdBrJHLYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/flDkP1RM4Kc/s72-c/DSC_9635%2B-%2BNoah%2Bpromo%2Btie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-3827903973128264466</id><published>2011-07-05T11:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T11:18:20.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Years and counting ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_XqvzGe7aZw/ThMqR8FGsfI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XqQaPfNjDCw/s1600/IMG00078-20101208-2028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_XqvzGe7aZw/ThMqR8FGsfI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XqQaPfNjDCw/s200/IMG00078-20101208-2028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625886847189561842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://writteninc.blogspot.com"&gt;Carmi &lt;/a&gt;and I are celebrating our 19th anniversary today. We have been together for 27 years!! I can  hardly believe that 19 years have passed. Where has all the time gone? Three moves, a new province, three beautiful children, a cat , a dog, career changes.... wow look at all we have accomplished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmi is on his way to NJ as we speak... had some business meetings that he couldn't get out of. So tonight I will take the injured Dahlia (a soccer story for another time) to soccer practice and then take the kids out for ice cream.  Safe travels Carmi and we'll celebrate when you get home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-3827903973128264466?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3827903973128264466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=3827903973128264466' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/3827903973128264466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/3827903973128264466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2011/07/19-years-and-counting.html' title='19 Years and counting ...'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_XqvzGe7aZw/ThMqR8FGsfI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XqQaPfNjDCw/s72-c/IMG00078-20101208-2028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-6774068685650721280</id><published>2011-06-17T16:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T16:45:03.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The World traveller has returned!</title><content type='html'>OK, not the world, just  Washington, but she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; returned. I think I slept for the first time in five days (OK, not much sleep is also due to report cards, and yearbook) . But the girl is back and so happy. She hasn't stopped talking since she got back last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an amazing experience. I'm glad she's home, but I swear she looks older. How can you mature that much in just a few days!) Off to hear more stories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-6774068685650721280?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6774068685650721280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=6774068685650721280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/6774068685650721280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/6774068685650721280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2011/06/world-traveller-has-returned.html' title='The World traveller has returned!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-6583070517724289124</id><published>2011-06-12T14:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T14:35:56.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The young lady leaves for Washington</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M8z85_Pe7JI/TfUDy6kF03I/AAAAAAAAAH0/aK0sryshey8/s1600/IMG00282-20110606-1944-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M8z85_Pe7JI/TfUDy6kF03I/AAAAAAAAAH0/aK0sryshey8/s200/IMG00282-20110606-1944-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617400283463537522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day has finally arrived....The last two school years Dahlia and her classmates have been fundraising for their Trip to Washington. They left at 6:30 this morning all eager and excited about their trip away from home. Their itinerary is jam packed filled with museums, the White House, shopping, the trip highlight - the Holocaust Museum, and of course more shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Dahlia this is her first trip away from home without her parents or grandparents. She's celebrated all sorts of milestones this year; her Bat Mitzvah, this trip, graduation in a few weeks, high school. All sorts of new adventures are awaiting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her already!! The house just feels different. But I know this will be an experience of a life time. Last night after she went to bed, I did something that my mother did for me when I went to sleep away camp. I wrote her little notes that I hope she'll be finding all week long. In her shoe, camera bag, in a pair of socks. etc. I also wrote her a little letter for every day she is away. (sealed of course - I hopes she reads on the day that they say). I remember how excited I was when out popped a note and I felt special that my mom took the time to write them all for me. I hope Dahlia feels the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One advantage that we have now that we didn't have when I went to camp is EMAIL! I've already sent her one so that it's waiting for her when she gets to the hotel and they check their email. I can't wait to hear from her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted throughout the week with news from the young lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-6583070517724289124?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6583070517724289124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=6583070517724289124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/6583070517724289124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/6583070517724289124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2011/06/young-lady-leaves-for-washington.html' title='The young lady leaves for Washington'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M8z85_Pe7JI/TfUDy6kF03I/AAAAAAAAAH0/aK0sryshey8/s72-c/IMG00282-20110606-1944-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-7531594186685623648</id><published>2011-05-08T00:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T00:23:35.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's Celebrating a Birthday in Levyland!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tb3O-njnueQ/TcYaR2UsSiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-JV01SzsUhc/s1600/1465-Dahlia0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tb3O-njnueQ/TcYaR2UsSiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-JV01SzsUhc/s200/1465-Dahlia0276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604195680251562530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet Carmi is celebrating a birthday today. The kids are very excited about celebrating Daddy's special day. He says he doesn't like the fuss, but secretly I think he likes it. Everyone should have one special day where they get to be King/Queen for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids seem to agree with me. They have been busy making cards and buying presents and planning out the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmi enjoy your day, and know that your family absolutely loves and adores you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Zach and Carmi at Dahlia's Bat Mitzvah party. What party animals! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-7531594186685623648?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7531594186685623648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=7531594186685623648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7531594186685623648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7531594186685623648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2011/05/someones-celebrating-birthday-in.html' title='Someone&apos;s Celebrating a Birthday in Levyland!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tb3O-njnueQ/TcYaR2UsSiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-JV01SzsUhc/s72-c/1465-Dahlia0276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-8264858924672961676</id><published>2010-12-10T18:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T19:05:12.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TQLADWCNmaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fXe4e8pIklI/s1600/1465-Dahlia0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TQLADWCNmaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fXe4e8pIklI/s200/1465-Dahlia0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549208854560872866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TQK_YVICAGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7nvEi9cINo8/s1600/1465-Dahlia0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TQK_YVICAGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7nvEi9cINo8/s200/1465-Dahlia0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549208115582468194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TQK-TEjWfsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uVhU6CoSAF0/s1600/1465-Dahlia0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TQK-TEjWfsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uVhU6CoSAF0/s200/1465-Dahlia0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549206925722681026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is the best part of me. When my kids are good they are a complete joy. When they are not so good I sometimes wonder where I went wrong. Of course two teens and 1 tween is enough to push you around the bend, but I wouldn't trade them for anything. Mix in an eccentric, funny and brilliant husband and a crazy miniature schnauzer and life really can't get any better than this! I am the lucky one!  (And I have to remind myself this when they are driving me crazy!)  :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my contribution to &lt;a href="http://writteninc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carmi's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://writteninc.blogspot.com/2010/12/thematic-protographic-127-family.html"&gt;"Thematic Photographic 127 - Family"&lt;/a&gt;  These are some pictures from Dahlia's Bat Mitzvah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-8264858924672961676?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8264858924672961676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=8264858924672961676' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/8264858924672961676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/8264858924672961676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2010/12/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TQLADWCNmaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fXe4e8pIklI/s72-c/1465-Dahlia0069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-7199797887232304309</id><published>2010-10-26T09:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T09:47:03.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 16th Birthday Zach!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TMbbyY-qBCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KJ2zk4VNlpA/s1600/DSCF4415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TMbbyY-qBCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KJ2zk4VNlpA/s320/DSCF4415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532350851016426530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  How can it be that my first child is 16?!  I know I say that with each birthday, but it truly boggles my mind that my little baby is 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few months I have seen a maturing in a way that really warms a mother's heart. He's funny (he has a sense of humour like his father!!), he's smart, he can recall facts about things (another thing just like his father!) that you marvel that he knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's trying to be nicer to his siblings, although not as much as I would like. He tells me it's his job as the older brother to tease and torment the younger ones! He loves that he is about  6 or 7 inches taller than me and loves to pat me on my head...."little mommy!" he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's affectionate with us, his grandparents and his dog. What a lovely young man he has become!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a very happy birthday Zach!  May all that you are wishing for come true for you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-7199797887232304309?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7199797887232304309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=7199797887232304309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7199797887232304309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7199797887232304309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-16th-birthday-zach.html' title='Happy 16th Birthday Zach!!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TMbbyY-qBCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KJ2zk4VNlpA/s72-c/DSCF4415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-2713267889984706780</id><published>2010-10-11T11:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T11:49:25.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A prouder mother there could never be!</title><content type='html'>This weekend was one of those moments that you store in your mind for ever. My sweet Dahlia had her Bat Mitzvah this weekend. What a proud moment. Amazing does not begin to describe how well she did on Saturday in our synagogue. I wish that at my age, I would have the poise and confidence that she has displayed this entire weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many pictures and stories to come. Going back to enjoy the time with the family that is still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to all my Canadian Friends!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-2713267889984706780?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2713267889984706780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=2713267889984706780' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2713267889984706780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2713267889984706780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2010/10/prouder-mother-there-could-never-be.html' title='A prouder mother there could never be!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-1969943622437469458</id><published>2010-09-12T10:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T16:18:31.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 13th Birthday Dahlia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI01XZLGyrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Xr7Ug0TtM2c/s1600/DSCF5182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI01XZLGyrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Xr7Ug0TtM2c/s320/DSCF5182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516123794609457842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI0yymNW0BI/AAAAAAAAAGM/68lL9faWRW0/s1600/DSCF4570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 98px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI0yymNW0BI/AAAAAAAAAGM/68lL9faWRW0/s320/DSCF4570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516120963430141970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sweet monkey-girl turns 13 today. I can hardly believe that the little 5lbs 15oz baby is grown into this beautiful grown woman. The thing about Dahlia is she is truly beautiful inside and out. Sure she has her moments (Think.... "All About Eve"!) but who doesn't. She'll do anything for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out for breakfast. We did our annual birthday pedicures (Someone in our family,who shall remain nameless, is turning one year older tomorrow) went out coffee with Bubby (Grandmother in Yiddish) Miriam and have many more birthday surprises for the day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this year has many exciting things ahead; Bat Mitzvah, officially becoming a teenager, graduation, etc. Dahlia I wish only good health, happiness and all that you are dreaming of for this coming year and always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Monkey-girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-1969943622437469458?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1969943622437469458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=1969943622437469458' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/1969943622437469458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/1969943622437469458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-13th-birthday-dahlia.html' title='Happy 13th Birthday Dahlia!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI01XZLGyrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Xr7Ug0TtM2c/s72-c/DSCF5182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-6038054512339213717</id><published>2010-09-07T19:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T19:55:54.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosh Hashana is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I can't believe it's that time of year. Rosh Hashana; the Jewish New Year begins tomorrow night. The smells of cooking and baking fills our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you and yours a happy, healthy and prosperous new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;שנה טובה ומתוקה!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-6038054512339213717?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6038054512339213717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=6038054512339213717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/6038054512339213717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/6038054512339213717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2010/09/rosh-hashana-is-here.html' title='Rosh Hashana is here!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-7192863668242572798</id><published>2010-08-28T16:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T16:32:41.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey-Girl Gets Glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/THlyXaOaUEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/WsqS5OWNreY/s1600/dahlia+glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/THlyXaOaUEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/WsqS5OWNreY/s320/dahlia+glasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510561365566836802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/THlwDaI3eFI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XaOmFHZ-tkY/s1600/46749_139884102720159_100000957095369_174853_774846_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Sweet darling and I went out and she got glasses today!  There is a whole world out there that she has been missing. I took her for a haircut and then we went and picked them out. She looks gorgeous and is very excited to wear them. They even have a little bling-bling; diamond flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the same age that I was when I got my first pair of glasses. Sorry Dahlia, it's probably hereditary! I hope you enjoy all that you're seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/debralevy/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-7192863668242572798?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7192863668242572798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=7192863668242572798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7192863668242572798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7192863668242572798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2010/08/monkey.html' title='Monkey-Girl Gets Glasses'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/THlyXaOaUEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/WsqS5OWNreY/s72-c/dahlia+glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-7028179905300152895</id><published>2010-07-31T16:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:46:06.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Digits here he comes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TFT7k_Az3GI/AAAAAAAAAFk/djVQToMLSz4/s1600/DSCF0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TFT7k_Az3GI/AAAAAAAAAFk/djVQToMLSz4/s320/DSCF0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500297657734913122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet, funny baby went into double digits today. I can hardly believe it. He has a spirit like no other. He runs instead of walks. He smiles in way that lights up a room. He has the greatest sense of humour. He loves teasing his grandparents. "I'm helping the elderly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply adore my Noah. He once said to me "I'm your favourite mom." I replied with: "Well Zach is my favourite because he is my first born, Dahlia is my favourite because she is my girl and you are my favourite because you are my baby." He pondered this for a few moments. Then with a huge grin replied: "Yeah, but I am still your favourite!" Well Noah, you are all my favourites, but I think we have something special going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your enthusiasm and creativity are something to watch. You were so excited for your birthday and I think enjoyed every minute of it. From the little things like getting a chocolate bar and a pack of gum from your brother and sister or big like getting your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; touch from me and dad, you just soaked up the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I firmly believe that everyday you should be made to feel special but that at least one day of the year you get to be the King and to feel extraordinarily special. My parents always did that for me.&lt;br /&gt;So even though it was late and I was tired....I directed the "Birthday Fairies" to decorate the house and make posters for you. I love your excitement as you went through the house to see where the decorations were. It makes me happy to see you so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lovebug&lt;/span&gt;, Happy Birthday. May this coming year bring you only joy and may all your wishes come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv u!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-7028179905300152895?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7028179905300152895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=7028179905300152895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7028179905300152895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7028179905300152895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2010/07/double-digits-here-he-comes.html' title='Double Digits here he comes!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TFT7k_Az3GI/AAAAAAAAAFk/djVQToMLSz4/s72-c/DSCF0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-2998808426887391882</id><published>2010-07-08T12:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T12:41:47.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Puppy turns 4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TDX95upsnbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1TqQZ_dKCUI/s1600/DSC_5826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TDX95upsnbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1TqQZ_dKCUI/s320/DSC_5826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491574488865480114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sweet, not so little (he went to the vet today for a check up and we discovered he has gained another 2kg) puppy turned 4 today. Noah was in around 6 and I heard him wish the still sleeping puppy a happy birthday. A little while later his big sister Dahlia came in to sing him happy birthday. He has a birthday present waiting for him for when the whole family is together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do adore this noisy. smelly dog. He brings such joy to our lives. With a shake of his tiny tail, the adoring gaze from his deep brown eyes. He has captured our hearts. He chews the garbage, right in front of you and then hangs his head because he knows he's done something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives have been so enriched by having this cuddly boy in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday sweet puppy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you do anything for your pets on their birthdays?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-2998808426887391882?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2998808426887391882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=2998808426887391882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2998808426887391882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2998808426887391882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2010/07/puppy-turns-4.html' title='A Puppy turns 4!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TDX95upsnbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1TqQZ_dKCUI/s72-c/DSC_5826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-8563437265613929592</id><published>2010-07-05T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T00:00:00.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>18 years go by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TDFHX3RP4QI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1ltsdyPlh6w/s1600/281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TDFHX3RP4QI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1ltsdyPlh6w/s320/281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490247896040202498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe that 18 years have passed since Carmi and I got married. Actually it also marks 26 years together. As I am constantly saying .. I am much too young! :D  "No your not!" one of the kids would reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back at all that we have accomplished I am truly amazed. I look at our three beautiful non-quiet children, our equally noisy dog and wonderful life we've built and I know we are truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through good and bad we can always count on each other. Someone recently commented how nice it is to see how close we are. We're always sitting closely together and or holding hands. I thought what a nice compliment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the many more adventures ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-8563437265613929592?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8563437265613929592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=8563437265613929592' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/8563437265613929592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/8563437265613929592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2010/07/18-years-go-by.html' title='18 years go by...'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TDFHX3RP4QI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1ltsdyPlh6w/s72-c/281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-6737304185774011310</id><published>2010-05-08T08:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T08:56:27.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Carmi!</title><content type='html'>Someone special in our house is celebrating a birthday today. The kids have carried on my tradition and made posters and decorated the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone in his family once said "in our family we don't make a fuss about birthdays"  which I replied "In my family we do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the people around you should always treat you nicely, but at least one day a year.... you need to be treated extra special! It should be a day where you are pampered and treated like a king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday my sweet love! I hope you know how much your family loves and adores you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-6737304185774011310?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6737304185774011310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=6737304185774011310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/6737304185774011310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/6737304185774011310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-carmi.html' title='Happy Birthday Carmi!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-6253524058910775918</id><published>2010-03-27T17:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T17:51:26.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 50th Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>My mommy and daddy are celebrating a very special anniversary today. 50 years ago they wed. What a milestone! I love how they love each other. I love how they hold hands while watching tv. I love how they take care of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy anniversary! Wishing you many happy and healthy years together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/debralevy/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/debralevy/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/debralevy/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-6253524058910775918?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6253524058910775918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=6253524058910775918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/6253524058910775918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/6253524058910775918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-50th-anniversary.html' title='Happy 50th Anniversary!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-9066446762502764833</id><published>2010-02-20T15:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T15:24:02.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired today!</title><content type='html'>Report cards were due yesterday and I was up till 2 am  Thursday night and had to finish them yesterday morning. On top of that we had company for dinner last night. We had a great time but I am toast today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I want to do today, but just can't find the motivation to do it. So what do I do when I don't have the motivation? Get on the computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope what you do today and the rest of this weekend be relaxing and fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-9066446762502764833?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/9066446762502764833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=9066446762502764833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/9066446762502764833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/9066446762502764833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-tired-today.html' title='I&apos;m tired today!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-2203017833561938166</id><published>2010-02-14T11:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T11:08:23.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Although we exchange cards and little gifts (chocolate hearts, etc) in our household we maintain  that we don't need a special day to say we love each other. We tell each other and our children how much we love them every single day. I some times ask the kids if I tell them I love them too much. Depending on the child, I get mixed answers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope however you spend this Valentine's day that you have the opportunity to see or speak to those whom you love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do for Valentine's day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-2203017833561938166?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2203017833561938166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=2203017833561938166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2203017833561938166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2203017833561938166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-1881308895050619337</id><published>2010-02-10T18:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:32:23.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I have the February blues</title><content type='html'>I am so ready for a vacation! I get to this time of the year and I just start to feel blue. I'm sure the kids were wondering who or what invaded my body this morning. I announced to the secretary this morning that I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; in advance as I am in a crabby mood today. I felt that way all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't complain...we haven't had that much snow. But I am a summer girl. I dream of beaches and sandals and warmth from the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did notice that at 5:35 it was still light out. It must mean spring is on it's way?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do to get rid of the February blues?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-1881308895050619337?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1881308895050619337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=1881308895050619337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/1881308895050619337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/1881308895050619337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-think-i-have-february-blues.html' title='I think I have the February blues'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-5041753857410390648</id><published>2009-12-31T12:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:36:03.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to wish all of you a very Happy New Year! May 2010 bring you good health, happiness and all that you wish for. Only good things for you and yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-5041753857410390648?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5041753857410390648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=5041753857410390648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/5041753857410390648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/5041753857410390648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-7835784984377568081</id><published>2009-10-26T21:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:47:23.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Young Man Turns 15!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/SuZQpS71mGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_Vyygxob4ys/s1600-h/DSCF0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/SuZQpS71mGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_Vyygxob4ys/s320/DSCF0155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397089873837791330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say this right away. I need to get this off my chest. Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT OLD ENOUGH TO HAVE A 15 YEAR OLD!! Zach would disagree with you. He just pats me on my head (which he can as he is a full head taller than me) and says "little mommy, yes you are!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first baby, my sweet little boy is celebrating a birthday today. He is 15, sigh. How can it be? In the blink of an eye, he is so grown up. As Noah says, "You're half way to 30!" Okay Noah, don't push it. We won't even discuss that if Zach is half way to 30, what I am half way to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. Happy Birthday Sweet Zachary. We are so proud of the young man you have become. I see such kindness and caring in you. Minus the tormenting of your sister and brother. But that's just part of being an older brother, right?! You are smart and you amaze me with what you know! You're just like Daddy. How you can hear something and remember it later. You have a great sense of humour, that you love to share with the rest of us. You're sensitive. You will stand up to injustice. If someone should insult a friend, you are quick to defend them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish Zach and know how much we want all your wishes to come true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-7835784984377568081?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7835784984377568081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=7835784984377568081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7835784984377568081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7835784984377568081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2009/10/young-man-turns-15.html' title='A Young Man Turns 15!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/SuZQpS71mGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_Vyygxob4ys/s72-c/DSCF0155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-5502692560817259569</id><published>2009-09-12T22:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:03:25.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey girl turns 12!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/Sqxdo1T8pyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ULBSg2OeKog/s1600-h/DSCF0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/Sqxdo1T8pyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ULBSg2OeKog/s400/DSCF0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380778610887796514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so hard to believe that my little peanut, my monkey girl turned twelve today.  We celebrated today with a special breakfast (challah french toast, hash browns and strawberries) cards and presents, a house filled with decorations, our second annual mom and daughter birthday pedicures and dinner out of her choosing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there are days where I swear we are never going to survive the teenage years,(and we still have another year until we get there!) to know my sweet Dahlia is to love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a smart, funny, gorgeous and sensitive young lady. She is always thinking about how she can help others. I see her in the school yard with her friends and with the younger students, my heart fills with pride and joy at the kind of person she has become. She is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mensch"&gt;mensch&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't wait to turn 12 so she could sit in the front seat. I have to admit that I have been ooking forward to it. It will be nice to have company in the car. She was beaming as we drove to get our pedicures. Although Noah asked here if she would sometimes sit in the back on the way to school because he'll miss her. (Definitely, a glad you are their mother moment!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always tell her that she is the best birthday present I ever got. She was born the day before mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahlia, my sweet, I wish you only good things. May all the birthday wishes you made today come true for you. You deserve it! We love you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any birthday traditions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-5502692560817259569?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5502692560817259569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=5502692560817259569' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/5502692560817259569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/5502692560817259569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2009/09/monkey-girl-turns-12.html' title='Monkey girl turns 12!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/Sqxdo1T8pyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ULBSg2OeKog/s72-c/DSCF0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-8364407949021172866</id><published>2009-09-07T20:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:57:46.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School!</title><content type='html'>I can hardly believe it's already time to go back to school. Where did the summer go? I always joke that I need just one week with the kids in school where I am still off. (Kind of hard when you're the teacher!) But by the time I get to this time of year, I am ready for us to go back. I like the order and routine that comes with being in school. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a day filled with rituals. For the third year in a row we spent the last day before school at the beach. We left early and got an amazing parking spot. It was glorious frolicking in the freezing Lake Huron. The sun shone (until we were on the drive home). The kids had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home, everyone had a turn in the shower to wash off the buckets of sand that was stuck to them. We ordered pizza (with enough leftover for lunches) and then everyone sat around in the living room as I passed out the school supplies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now everyone is quietly relaxing and anticipating the day ahead. I'm sure there is more than one butterfly bouncing around in their tummies. I know that there are a few in mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always get nervous the first day of school. Even though I know the kids and have had them before. It's a brand new year and I just want the very best for every child I teach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether you're going back to school (as a student or teacher) or you're sending some little or not so little ones back to school, I wish you a wonderful year filled with learning, health, happiness and of course FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOUR TURN: Do you do anything special to get ready for back to school? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-8364407949021172866?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8364407949021172866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=8364407949021172866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/8364407949021172866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/8364407949021172866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-4846402836896096667</id><published>2009-07-31T16:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:42:23.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Noah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/SnULEXrNf2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/O9fcocX6kug/s1600-h/DSC_6196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/SnULEXrNf2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/O9fcocX6kug/s400/DSC_6196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365206700784451426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain little man turned 9 today. I can hardly believe that my little baby is now in his last year before double digits. We have been on the daily countdown to this day for months. I love his enthusiasm and happiness at turning one year older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decorated the house with balloons, streamers, posters and such. He woke me up at 6:40 am to thank me. He thought the house looked marvelous. He was literally floating around the house as he got ready for camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my sweet little Lovebug, I hope that everything that you wish for comes true for you. May you always have good health and be surrounded by those who love you. Don't change my sweet. You are a funny, sweet, smart and caring child and I hope (I know) you will carry this through with you to adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your turn: What are your wishes for Noah this coming year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-4846402836896096667?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4846402836896096667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=4846402836896096667' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/4846402836896096667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/4846402836896096667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-lovebug.html' title='Happy Birthday Noah!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/SnULEXrNf2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/O9fcocX6kug/s72-c/DSC_6196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-5193285190850166374</id><published>2009-07-14T18:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:14:57.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry is my nemesis!</title><content type='html'>Laundry and I just don't get along. It likes to pile up and pile up and just likes to hang around. I don't think in all my married life, (17 years!) I have ever been caught up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmi's followers know that we visited the local laundromat last week. Our old dryer bit the dust and the already high laundry pile was just getting higher. Last Friday the new pair were delivered. Nothing was funnier than watching the kids watch the clothes spin around in the washer and dryer. That's how they spent their Friday night. They literally watched the clothes go around and around rather than watch TV. Of course being married to Carmi, I had him take pictures of the kids watching the machines.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I have become laundry machine. I have lost count of how many loads I have washed and dried in the last six days. Never mind how many I have folded! We have discovered we have tons of towels. There are towels in the linen closet, there are towels in the cupboards of every bathroom, there are towels in the kitchen. We don't have room for all the towels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am pleased to let all of you know that it is true...I Morahmommy, am enjoying doing the laundry.  Not only that, I am just 5 loads away from being totally caught up and then I just have regular every day stuff. The other benefit is that fresh laundry smell that permeates the house. Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oops, there's the buzzer for the dryer. Off to do another load!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-5193285190850166374?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5193285190850166374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=5193285190850166374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/5193285190850166374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/5193285190850166374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2009/07/scenes-from-laundromat.html' title='Laundry is my nemesis!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-3809745047772692142</id><published>2009-07-01T16:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:51:09.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Canada Day!</title><content type='html'>I am very proud to be Canadian. We live in a beautiful and great country. The younger ones were in camp today (one of the few camps that are running on July 1) and I hung out with Zach.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will have our traditional BBQ and hope the rain will hold out or Carmi will be soaked :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy your day and wave you flag proud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-3809745047772692142?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3809745047772692142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=3809745047772692142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/3809745047772692142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/3809745047772692142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-canada-day.html' title='Happy Canada Day!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-2258380711354315531</id><published>2009-06-29T11:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:53:50.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Summer</title><content type='html'>I can hardly believe summer vacation is here again. Yesterday, Carmi and I spent a lovely afternoon sitting on the deck, under the new red umbrella, sipping iced coffee (my new obsession, Tim Horton's iced coffee with milk).We chatted, I read, he worked on his laptop, ahh summer is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I neglect to tell you that I was also dying of heat? Yes, there was a lovely breeze, yes the umbrella provided adequate shade. Why do you ask yourself, was she dying of heat? I was covered in a fur blanket! Okay, relax it wasn't a real fur blanket, it was a 20 pound baby/puppy. Apparently, Frasier, doesn't like the feel of the deck under him. He wants to sit on Mommy. He was also very considerate. When I would take a sip of my coffee he would lick the condensation of the sides and bottom of the glass, before it dripped on me.  We sat like that for about an hour. Eventually I sent him into the house. It was one of those idyllic days. The kind of day that I hope will be repeated all summer long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I start back with my trainer, uggg! The two younger Levys start day camp. Yeah!! Now I just have to figure something out for the teenager. H e's too old for daycamp and too young to get a job. He will certainly drive me insane, if he is home all summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your turn: What suggestions do you have to keep Zach occupied over the summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What are your summer plans? I hope whatever you do this summer you have a safe and wonderful time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-2258380711354315531?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2258380711354315531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=2258380711354315531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2258380711354315531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2258380711354315531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-summer.html' title='Happy Summer'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-1655154417424449544</id><published>2009-06-09T08:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:03:47.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Report Cards and Yearbook</title><content type='html'>I can hardly believe it's that time of year again; report cards and yearbook. All I can think about is getting both of them done. I have to do the first and since I am a committee of one for the latter, I guess I have to do that too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worked till 2 am yesterday and then started making lunches. When I finally got into bed, I started flipping channels to see what's on. I love falling asleep to the TV. Unfortunately, one of my favourite old movie was on "Seven Brides, For Seven Brothers". I just love old musicals! I wasn't able to stay awake for the whole thing, but it was quite late (or early) when I finally fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back at it this morning. My goal is to get most of reports done before I have to get ready for school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a happy Tuesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-1655154417424449544?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1655154417424449544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=1655154417424449544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/1655154417424449544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/1655154417424449544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2009/06/report-cards-and-yearbook.html' title='Report Cards and Yearbook'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-5622574308096406314</id><published>2009-05-08T00:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:19:25.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Carmi</title><content type='html'>If you have come here from &lt;a href="http://writteninc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carmi's site&lt;/a&gt;, then you know all about the big birthday surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kids are all excited about Daddy's birthday.  We have all sorts of surprises in store for him. Since it's Shabbat, I going to cook and we will go out for dinner (just the two of us, Saturday night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to take one more opportunity to wish my special guy a very happy birthday. I know that it will be an exciting year and only good things will happen for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we going to have cake. I just don't know what kind to get. I would love to bake one but I just don't have time these days. I need your help, what kind should I buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day Carmi. All of us at Levyland love you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Frasier sends you birthday kisses, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-5622574308096406314?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5622574308096406314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=5622574308096406314' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/5622574308096406314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/5622574308096406314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-carmi.html' title='Happy Birthday Carmi'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-4816677259467130147</id><published>2009-04-18T11:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T11:24:16.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Passover is OVER!</title><content type='html'>Passover is over for another year. Yeah! I don't know what's worse; all the work to get ready for Pesach or the putting everything away and getting the kitchen back in order, after Passover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the latter. But this year I was determined to get it all done right away. By lunch time yesterday everything was put away (I even cleaned out the cupboard where I shoved any chometz dishes that I didn't have a place for at the beginning of Pesach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passover is just filled with traditions. I think that's why I love it so much. Yes it is a lot of work and my kids drive me crazy with the "There's nothing to eat!", but I just love it. I love using the dishes (some that have been passed down from generation to generation) that we only use at Passover. We are doing the same things as other Jews all around the world. We are remembering the struggles and triumphs of our ancestors, so long ago. It's family time, it's spring, it just feels fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try and enjoy the last 2 days before I have to go back to work and definitely enjoy this warm weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy weekend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-4816677259467130147?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4816677259467130147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=4816677259467130147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/4816677259467130147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/4816677259467130147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2009/04/passover-is-over.html' title='Passover is OVER!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-5460065754576979008</id><published>2009-04-13T12:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:56:58.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Passover part 3</title><content type='html'>If I hear one more time "There's Nothing to Eat!" I am going to scream. OH wait, I just did. A member of the household (I need to protect their identity!) just finished having a temper tantrum because s/he was "starving" Man/woman can't live on potato chips and ketchup, you know! And it's not the dog! - he would eat anything I give him, including matzah. S/he won't eat anything! I made a kosher for Passover version of  pigs in a blanket for her/him last night. S/he took one bite, said s/he didn't like it and opted for the leftover chicken. Never mind that the recipe is the same that I made 3 days ago and s/he gobbled them up.  Never mind that there are plenty of things that s/he does eat, but won't, never mind that I have been cooking non stop since Tuesday. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many more days to go?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-5460065754576979008?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5460065754576979008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=5460065754576979008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/5460065754576979008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/5460065754576979008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2009/04/passover-part-3.html' title='Passover part 3'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-9203443735217532908</id><published>2009-04-11T23:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:01:37.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Passover part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well, the Seders are done and everything was ready...just like my mommy said it would be. The kids are already complaining about the Passover food. "There's nothing to eeeeeat!" Make sure you read that with a good whine! What do you mean there is nothing to eat? I have been cooking for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, Carmi and Dahlia are enjoying the food. Thank God for "Mommy's famous chicken (a.k.a. chicken schnitzel). Zach would eat it for breakfast, lunch and supper. They all had it for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah and I made chocolate chip cookies this afternoon. What a big hit. Everyone ate them! I have a funny feeling we will be making them again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always say that Passover is so much work. You plan a meal, cook a meal, serve a meal, eat a meal, clean up from a meal and then start all over again. But this year hasn't felt so bad. I actually read a book and napped  this afternoon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a fun and restful weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-9203443735217532908?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/9203443735217532908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=9203443735217532908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/9203443735217532908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/9203443735217532908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2009/04/passover-part-2.html' title='Passover part 2'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-7605024946060962028</id><published>2009-04-08T00:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:32:15.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Passover!</title><content type='html'>I don't think I will ever be ready for the seder tomorrow night.  I love the holiday. Everything is so clean and fresh but it's exhausting. I have been on the go since 9 this morning and the kitchen is finally ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still so much to do. But at least the fish is done and thankfully the soup is almost done.  I am going to let it cool down a little bit ( I am going to have a nap while it's cooling) and then I will put it in the fridge. I just realized that I forgot to write matzah balls on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a list maker. My mom taught me this. I love writing them. My favourite part is crossing things off the list. I write out my menu, the things I need to get at the grocery store, things I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My menu is set for tomorrow night, now I just have to cook the rest. Nobody will starve. I always have too much food. But what can I say, I am a Jewish mother and I always worry that there won't be enough. It's amazing my &lt;a href="http://writteninc.blogspot.com/"&gt;hubby&lt;/a&gt; doesn't weigh 300 pounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure get up early and everything will get done. As my  mom says "It always does!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to the kitchen so I want to wish you a very happy and health Pesach or Easter (whichever you celebrate)  May you be surrounded by good friends and family, may you have fun, sing lots of songs and may it be warm!! (we have had snow for the last 2 days!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-7605024946060962028?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7605024946060962028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=7605024946060962028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7605024946060962028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7605024946060962028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-passover.html' title='Happy Passover!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-137201493041591561</id><published>2009-03-15T14:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:10:55.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is in the Air</title><content type='html'>I can feel it. Spring is in the air. The sun is out, the windows are open and the air is crisp and clean. I'm taking a little break from cleaning. I am trying to clean up and clean out some clutter that has accumulated. I figure it will be a good start to getting ready for Passover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy Sunday everyone and I hope you're enjoying some lovely weather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-137201493041591561?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/137201493041591561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=137201493041591561' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/137201493041591561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/137201493041591561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-is-in-air.html' title='Spring is in the Air'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-8055269263262670900</id><published>2009-03-13T13:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:05:35.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years ago a little furry man came into our lives!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/Sb1C7qj9mnI/AAAAAAAAADk/awQDuBqXg1I/s1600-h/DSC_8597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/Sb1C7qj9mnI/AAAAAAAAADk/awQDuBqXg1I/s400/DSC_8597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313476728171895410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly believe that it has been 2 years now since a furry little man came into our lives. It's amazing how he has changed. I wrote about him when I first got him. It was really sad. He was so dirty that we thought he was black instead of silver. I don't think he was ever at a groomer before and now he goes monthly. He didn't know what it meant to "go outside", now he sits and the door and tells us in his endearing way to hurry up and let's go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has completed this family. I can't imagine life without him. He's noisy, smelly, messy, cuddly, sweet and loveable and fits just perfectly into this house. Yes, he was lucky to find us, but I think we are even more lucky to find him. The kids have learned responsibility, and care. They have felt empathy and joy. There is nothing like a cuddly puppy curled into your side when you aren't feeling well. That special greeting that you get is the same whether you're gone all day or just 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are the lucky ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy welcome-home anniversary Frasier! We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-8055269263262670900?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8055269263262670900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=8055269263262670900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/8055269263262670900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/8055269263262670900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-years-ago-little-furry-man-came-into.html' title='2 years ago a little furry man came into our lives!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/Sb1C7qj9mnI/AAAAAAAAADk/awQDuBqXg1I/s72-c/DSC_8597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-7912554133996382841</id><published>2009-02-21T11:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:04:36.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Kind of them to share!</title><content type='html'>Good health is returning to our household...sort of. The 2 older ones are feeling better (yes, Dahlia got it too!) Noah is still pretty congested but at least it is the first morning since Monday that he has woken up without fever. Yeah! He also slept until 8:00 am. Yeah! In his own bed. Double yeah!! But he has kindly decided to share his little germs with his mother. Now I have a terrible sore throat, cough and headache. It's amazing...the kids who never want to share their things, always like to share their germs. How kind! :) I can't wait for spring!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I need my mommy to come and tuck me in! So I'm going to just go and take it easy and maybe even have a little snooze. I hope you have a great (germ free) weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your turn: How do you keep the germs from spreading from one family member to another and back again? I need the secret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-7912554133996382841?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7912554133996382841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=7912554133996382841' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7912554133996382841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7912554133996382841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-kind-of-them-to-share.html' title='So Kind of them to share!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-9089905567378947283</id><published>2009-02-17T09:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:09:27.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home with the boys</title><content type='html'>I'm home with the boys today. Normally, work-from-home Dad would be home with them, but he is out of town on business. So my Family Day has been extended to another day off from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both have been running a fever since yesterday. Noah seems to be getting nasally,but his fever doesn't seem as high as yesterday. But it's Zach who is worrying me. He's running a fever around 103, no appetite and is sleeping a lot. You know he's really not feeling well, when he doesn't even want to torment his siblings. It reminds of when he was sick before he had pneumonia. We will definitely be watching both of them closely and visiting the doctor (if we can get an appointment). The doctor is a story for another time...love her, but can never get in to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the young lady of the house had her nose out of joint last night, when she realized her brothers were staying home today and she was going to school. Such is life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is feeling well where ever you may be and that Spring will soon be here and all the Winter germs can vacate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-9089905567378947283?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/9089905567378947283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=9089905567378947283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/9089905567378947283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/9089905567378947283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2009/02/home-with-boys.html' title='Home with the boys'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-3756776388488881765</id><published>2009-01-31T16:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:29:52.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carmi - Up on the Walls...</title><content type='html'>Wow! We just got back from hanging all of Carmi's photos up on the walls at the art studio. I am so proud and excited, I thought I was going to explode!! I took a bunch of pictures, so once I take them off the camera, I'll post a few here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew he was good, great, but until I saw them up on the walls; it's a magical experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to say, that I have convinced Carmi to hold a reception to show off his achievement. So if you're in town (London, Ontario) on Monday, February the 9th please join us at &lt;a href="http://www.artventure.ca/"&gt;ArtVenture&lt;/a&gt; from 7:30pm to 9:00pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-3756776388488881765?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3756776388488881765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=3756776388488881765' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/3756776388488881765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/3756776388488881765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2009/01/carmi-up-on-walls.html' title='Carmi - Up on the Walls...'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-4781798945765392725</id><published>2009-01-30T17:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:55:26.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Proud Wife</title><content type='html'>I have some exciting news to share about my lovely husband.  I am so proud of him. I have been telling him for years that he needs to show off his photos. I think he is so talented.  For those of you who are followers of his &lt;a href="http://writteninc.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; , you have already seen his wonderful talent; both with a pen and a camera. Well I am pleased to let you know that &lt;b&gt;Carmi  &lt;/b&gt;will be having a photo exhibit of his work at &lt;a href="http://www.artventure.ca/" target="_blank"&gt;ArtVenture&lt;/a&gt; studios. The exhibit is called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Photography For The Rest Of Us" &lt;/span&gt;and it runs for three weeks between February 1 and 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in London or in the vicinity please come on by and take a look. For those of you who are just too far away, please go to Carmi's blog site and click on his flicker page and get a sneak peek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've included a link to London Arts website. They are advertising the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.londonarts.ca/default.aspx?Select=EventDetails&amp;amp;Event=X5LD6u%2ftN5UOvy7eHGAZiA%3d%3d" target="_blank"&gt;Here's the link to the posting on LondonArts.ca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get a chance stop by and say hi to &lt;a href="http://writteninc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carmi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a very proud wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://writteninc.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-4781798945765392725?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4781798945765392725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=4781798945765392725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/4781798945765392725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/4781798945765392725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2009/01/exciting-news-in-levyland-raut.html' title='A Proud Wife'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-8124747310407136212</id><published>2009-01-12T17:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:03:01.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Routine</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how you plan for a vacation for months, and you blink and you're back home. We truly had a fabulous holiday. We really enjoyed visiting family and friends and hanging out together, whether it was at the beach or the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to get back into routine, but at the same time it feels like we never went away. I just hold on to those warm fuzzy feelings I get when I think of being away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmi has already written about some of our adventures, like watching the sun rise and seeing the dolphin. He also spent 2 weeks without working. It was the best part of the vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we are almost 2 weeks into the new year, but I just wanted to take the time to wish all of you a very happy new year. May it be a year filled with good health and happiness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-8124747310407136212?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8124747310407136212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=8124747310407136212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/8124747310407136212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/8124747310407136212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-routine.html' title='Back to Routine'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-1260460813209209776</id><published>2008-12-16T09:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:37:10.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my kids!</title><content type='html'>I love my kids (my hubby, too)! This morning we were providing the breakfast for the &lt;a href="http://judaism.about.com/cs/deathandmourning/f/shiva.htm"&gt;Shiva&lt;/a&gt; after morning services. We were out of the house by 7 this morning. (Later than we wanted, but that is a story for another time.) Our kids had to get up on their own, get dressed and washed, have breakfast and even pack their lunches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home at 8:45, Zach had already left and Dahlia and Noah had their coats on waiting for us. "There was no fighting Mommy". They did everything we asked and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice if they were like this every morning, but when we really need them to do what's expected, they really come through for us. I guess Carmi and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; doing something right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having difficulty dealing with this loss, but having three such wonderful, kind and loving children really helps. Mommy is very proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a happy Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-1260460813209209776?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1260460813209209776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=1260460813209209776' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/1260460813209209776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/1260460813209209776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-my-kids.html' title='I love my kids!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-8798856124777057756</id><published>2008-12-12T16:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:54:44.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Sad</title><content type='html'>We lost a friend on Wednesday. The funeral was today and we are feeling very sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug those you love and even those you just like. Call a friend you haven't spoken to in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short and you never know what will happen tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-8798856124777057756?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8798856124777057756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=8798856124777057756' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/8798856124777057756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/8798856124777057756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2008/12/feeling-sad.html' title='Feeling Sad'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-234350081462142727</id><published>2008-11-23T19:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:54:53.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My babies are growing up!</title><content type='html'>No matter how hard we try to stop it, our babies are growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah had his first sleepover (that was not at his grandparents' house) at a friend's house last night. Of the 2 of us, I was definitely the more nervous one. Noah was gung ho! He'd been wanting to do this for such a long time. He's my baby, but the one who's most ready to grow up. He was supposed to stay for the afternoon, then he stayed for supper. Then I received the call that his friend's parents would like him to sleep over. He was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach was at a friend's house and stayed there for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahlia was at one friend's house and then we picked her up and she slept at another friend's house. Carmi and I ran around and packed them both up and went to deliver the items to the children. It's bad enough we're a taxi service for our kids, now we're a taxi service for their clothes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should have been a relaxing evening, but we were running around providing clothing for our children. We finally had dinner at 9:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really quiet this morning!! Since Zach was an only child this morning, we took him out for breakfast for a treat. We wanted to reward him for the great work he has done this semester in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really lovely weekend, and I am writing this instead of working on my report cards. The height of procrastination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed a lovely weekend, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-234350081462142727?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/234350081462142727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=234350081462142727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/234350081462142727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/234350081462142727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-babies-are-growing-up.html' title='My babies are growing up!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-7848460658370089204</id><published>2008-11-18T22:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:12:59.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of year...</title><content type='html'>It's that time of the year again. Class newsletters, parent/teacher interviews, report cards, runny noises, cold toes....the list is endless. How many days until Winter vacation?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to jinx myself, but I think we've turned the corner on the illnesses in our house. As soon as Zach started to feel better and was recovering from pneumonia, and finally back at school, Dahlia started to feel ill. A couple of days later she was on antibiotics for bronchitis. How long till Spring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's stressful time at work. So much is going on. As you can see, I'm procrastinating. Instead of getting ready for my Parent/Teacher interviews and complete my report cards, I'm complaining to  all of you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're staying warm and spending time with those you love! Happy Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-7848460658370089204?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7848460658370089204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=7848460658370089204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7848460658370089204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7848460658370089204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s that time of year...'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-2646104405204593924</id><published>2008-10-26T11:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:18:58.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little boy turns 14!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly believe that my little boy (who is now taller than I am) is now 14. He is sweet, funny, smart and gorgeous. Absolutely no prejudice here! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been in bed for most of this week. He has bronchitis and a high fever. He has been on antibiotics since Monday and has missed an entire week of school. I don't know if he will be ready to go back tomorrow. Maybe 1 more day at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a big birthday breakfast, which he barely ate and then promptly threw it up. My poor sweetheart. I'm sure he's lost 10 pounds this week. I don't think he's eaten enough for a bird to live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not exactly how he planned to spend his birthday. He is enjoying the attention and the new ipod nano that he got for his birthday. His room and the main floor were decorated with posters, streamers and balloons. My parents (Bubby and Zaida) are here to celebrate. They have started a new tradition of taking the birthday child out for lunch for their birthday (just the 3 of them), but I think we need to postpone it. He has been talking about going out for dinner for his birthday for a month now. I don't know if he will be well enough to go. We will have to see what the afternoon brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hope he know just how much we love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this next year we wish him good health, happiness and all that he wishes for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Zach!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-2646104405204593924?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2646104405204593924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=2646104405204593924' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2646104405204593924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2646104405204593924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-boy-turns-14.html' title='A little boy turns 14!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-2104050772747778689</id><published>2008-09-29T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:07:27.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shana Tovah!</title><content type='html'>The Jewish new year is upon us once again. It's amazing how time flies....it seems like it was just Rosh Hashanah yesterday and now another new year is here.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I wish for all of you (Jewish or not) a sweet, healthy, happy and prosperous new year. May you always be surrounded by family and good friends and that all that you are wishing for come true for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shana Tovah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-2104050772747778689?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2104050772747778689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=2104050772747778689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2104050772747778689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2104050772747778689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2008/09/shana-tovah.html' title='Shana Tovah!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-4061685649405982470</id><published>2008-09-12T23:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:35:50.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkeygirl turns 11!</title><content type='html'>It's so hard to believe that my little baby girl is 11 now. Dahlia our sweet girl is now officially a tween! She was so excited. She already had her clothes picked out (since Tuesday) as well as her "birthday girl" pin. They were ready for the big day.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Some might say I make too much of a big deal about birthdays. But, I feel that at least one day a year you should feel special. It's your day and everyone should make a big deal about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She awoke to a house filled with balloons and computer generated posters (yes, tinkerbell was on them...hey even tweens still like tinkerbell!). Ribbons were tied to her door and the banister. I even had balloons and posters in her bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my sweet monkeygirl. I adore her. I felt so bad for her. She has been running a fever for the last couple of days. Nothing in the am and then high in the afternoon and evening. Thank god for Advil junior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spoiled her rotten today and I hope she felt special. She is a special young lady, who is funny, smart and so caring. I can't wait to watch her mature and grow through the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Dahlia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-4061685649405982470?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4061685649405982470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=4061685649405982470' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/4061685649405982470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/4061685649405982470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2008/09/monkeygirl-turns-11.html' title='Monkeygirl turns 11!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-2721759380003369480</id><published>2008-09-02T10:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T11:06:47.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe, but today is the first day of school. It's a year of firsts for us. Zach...the big guy is off to high school. I can hardly believe it. He finally told me last night "Yes ma, you're old enough to have a kid in high school!" So maybe I was in denial! :-) I just don't feel that old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a first for Dahlia and Noah as well. Our brand new school is finished and the sounds of little (and big) feet echoed through the halls. It was wonderful to see the excitement in the children, parents and staff as they finally got an inside view of our new digs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also a first for me. It's the first day with my new class. This will be the first class that I will be teaching in grade 2, who I did not have when I taught kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to an exciting and rewarding year. I wish all of you and your children a wonderful academic year. May it be filled with learning, good health and fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-2721759380003369480?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2721759380003369480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=2721759380003369480' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2721759380003369480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2721759380003369480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-3401150916676065422</id><published>2008-08-07T10:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:21:07.641-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Painting's all done!</title><content type='html'>The painting is all done! They worked until 7:30 Tuesday night and 9:30 last night and they got it all done. One day ahead of schedule! It looks pretty amazing. The hallway didn't come out  the right colour. It was supposed to be in a 2 tone latte colour, but is more a pinky than a brown.  I love it, anyway. The kitchen is my least favourite. I loved the colour yesterday, but today, I'm just not sure.  Carmi loves it...so as long as one of us does, it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The next thing we tackle are the floors. We're hoping to take care of them in a couple weeks. Ideally, I want to get this all fixed up before I go back to school, the last week of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure looks pretty in here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem with fixing one thing, is you start seeing the other things that need to be done. We need to put new air registers in, lighting fixtures, paint the patio doors, blinds....the list goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we have this place finished we won't want to go anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you working on in your house?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-3401150916676065422?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3401150916676065422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=3401150916676065422' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/3401150916676065422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/3401150916676065422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2008/08/paintings-all-done.html' title='Painting&apos;s all done!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-3728262288800096060</id><published>2008-08-05T15:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:06:54.201-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>There are paint fumes in the air!</title><content type='html'>Since we knew that 2 of the 3 would be away this week, we arranged to have the main floor painted this week. I didn't realize just how much garbage we had. It took forever to clean out the living room and hallway. The kitchen will be last so it's only about 80% ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you have been to our house, please rest easy. The unpainted bathroom (for about 4 or 5 years now) will finally be painted.  We peeled the wallpaper and then never painted it. We decided not to do the work ourselves this time. In all our married life (16 years) we have always painted ourselves. But now we just don't have the time, energy or skills to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started yesterday, and other than concerns that the colours are not right, it's been pretty stress free.  Keith our painter and I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alternately&lt;/span&gt; been waffling back and forth on whether the colours that were mixed, were right. I will keep you posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, we live with the paint fumes...not so bad and we excitedly plan how we are going to set up the rooms!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-3728262288800096060?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3728262288800096060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=3728262288800096060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/3728262288800096060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/3728262288800096060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2008/08/there-are-paint-fumes-in-air.html' title='There are paint fumes in the air!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-3817395704453605874</id><published>2008-08-04T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:53:42.528-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Hi ho, hi ho it's off to Bubby's House we go</title><content type='html'>Noah is enjoying being an only child, even if it's only for 1 week. Zach and Dahlia went back to Montreal with my parents. There was a lot of excitement leading up to the day. Dahlia was thrilled that she was finally old enough to go (the rule is, that you have to be 10). Zach on the other hand was none too pleased that he had to share the trip with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird to have only one child. I miss them so much already, but it's also kind of nice. Noah has never had the opportunity to be the only child and he's loving the attention. Meanwhile, the older two are happily enjoying the attention of 2 sets of grandparents and feeling quite grown-up without mom and dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely quieter that's for sure....but I miss the hugs and kisses. I couldn't wait for them to go and now I can't wait for them to come home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-3817395704453605874?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3817395704453605874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=3817395704453605874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/3817395704453605874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/3817395704453605874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-ho-hi-ho-its-off-to-bubbys-house-we.html' title='Hi ho, hi ho it&apos;s off to Bubby&apos;s House we go'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-1548535133058462620</id><published>2008-07-31T10:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:02:00.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Little Man!</title><content type='html'>My little man Noah is celebrating a birthday today. You have never seen anyone so excited about getting a year older. Yesterday we were on the hour countdown. 12 more hours until I'm eight, 11 more hours, 10 more hours....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so cute. He woke me up at 6 a.m. so I could wish him happy birthday. The house was decorated and birthday posters were made. There were balloons on his chair in the kitchen, as well as all around the house.  A "birthday boy" pin was waiting for him in his room and he is proudly wearing them on his pj's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahlia wouldn't let him come downstairs until everyone was there and then she announced in a most regal voice "Presenting Noah the birthday boy!" and then he bounced down the stairs and allowed everyone to give him birthday hugs and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are taking him out for lunch,  all by himself. He doesn't have to share the limelight with his brother and sister. He is having  a swimming  party with his friends this afternoon  and then  his  "cousins" are coming back after  the party to hang out and have more birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch him, I marvel at the little man he has become. His feet remind me of a puppy...they look just a bit too big. He'll grow into them. He is funny, kindhearted, caring, loving, and so smart. Each day he makes me laugh. He's got an amazing sense of humour. He is my baby, my love bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love bug, you are my true delight and I love you very much. I wish only good health and happiness for you and that all that you wish for come true for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 8th Birthday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-1548535133058462620?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1548535133058462620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=1548535133058462620' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/1548535133058462620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/1548535133058462620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-little-man.html' title='Happy Birthday Little Man!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-5295073630009005594</id><published>2008-07-29T15:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:48:19.705-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Do I have MAID stamped on my forehead?</title><content type='html'>Some days I would like to know if I have the word MAID stamped on my forehead. I like to think I am a really tidy person and mess and chaos drives me insane. That being said...my kids are SLOBS. They refuse to pick up after themselves, they leave their dishes on the counter or sink or table and they don't put anything away....well not without a lot of screaming and yelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I admit it...I yell at my children. Are you ready to click away? NO! Yup, I am one of those mothers who doesn't want to be my kid's best friend. Okay, maybe I do, but later when they are older...now it's my job to make sure they no right from wrong and know how to behave in the outside world. In Yiddish you would say to be a mensch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the mess. My kids think I am so mean...I make them miss part of their shows to tidy up their messes. I know the horrors! Nothing irritates  me more than someone taking things out and not putting them away where they belong. The kids also grumble that they have to do chores...I make a schedule that's posted on the fridge, included on the list is emptying the dishwasher, setting the table, clearing the table, and feeding or watering Frasier. They also have to keep their rooms tidy. My kids tell me I am the meanest mother in the world. My standard answer is "Good, I'm trying to win the award!" It bugs them to know end! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my tirade is over, thank you for listening. I feel better now. Oh, the kitchen is nice and clean as I scrubbed it down (even the fridge) while I was ranting and raving at my children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get your family keep things tidy in your house. I don't want our house to look like a museum but neither do I want to have to clean for 2 hours before anyone steps foot in my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-5295073630009005594?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5295073630009005594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=5295073630009005594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/5295073630009005594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/5295073630009005594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-i-have-maid-stamped-on-my-forehead.html' title='Do I have MAID stamped on my forehead?'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-2984187426791946537</id><published>2008-07-26T23:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:37:03.766-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Dear Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/SIvr6JH3GOI/AAAAAAAAACM/3v7SPy75V5M/s1600-h/DSC_8449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 127px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/SIvr6JH3GOI/AAAAAAAAACM/3v7SPy75V5M/s400/DSC_8449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227531176607422690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come and go in your lifetime, but if you are very lucky you meet some special ones along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of my friend Lori. It was taken last Spring (2007) as we celebrated Passover. Today, I had lunch with Lori. We were celebrating her birthday. (She had her birthday earlier in the week). Lori and her family have become our family away from home. We met 10 years ago and became instant friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's one of those friends that you can go weeks without speaking and then pick up as if you spoke the day before. Life just gets in the way. We think about each other and often email. She gets up quite early and I go to bed quite late. So she often sends me messages before I get up and I send her ones long after she has gone to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrate holidays together and special occassions. We have shared sad news and difficult times, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lucky to have met her. Even though she doesn't think so, she is a really special person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was marvelous to sit, have lunch and spend time together talking and laughing. I swear I could feel my blood pressure drop, just hanging out with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori, I wish you only good health, happiness and lots of love from your friends and family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-2984187426791946537?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2984187426791946537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=2984187426791946537' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2984187426791946537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2984187426791946537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-friends.html' title='Dear Friends'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/SIvr6JH3GOI/AAAAAAAAACM/3v7SPy75V5M/s72-c/DSC_8449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-586942011520799688</id><published>2008-07-22T23:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:44:25.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi ho, hi ho it's off to the gym I go....</title><content type='html'>Maybe if I make it into a happy song....I will feel more enthusiastic about going. I go to the gym at least 3 times a week. I have been working with a trainer for several months, and I am not seeing the results that I hope for. On top of that I am suffering from an injury, &lt;a href="http://www.heel-that-pain.com/plantar_fasciitis/plantar_fasciitis/plantar_fasciitis.php"&gt;planter fasciitis&lt;/a&gt;.  Some days it hurts to walk, let alone complete a strenuous exercise program. But ask my trainer, I never give in to the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to help with the weight loss, I'm trying to incorporate my cardio... I went for a walk last night with some friends. I thought I was going to die! We walked very briskly from North London to downtown and back. During our walk we got a little lost, encountered bats (I was terrified!) and walked faster and longer than I thought I could...but I can and I did it...and I was really proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I wouldn't be able to do anything today....but I was a little dynamo. I cleaned the whole main floor and went out to do errands and accomplished quite a bit today. The foot is very sore...but I just ignored it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted on how it goes....for now I'm off to do the dreadmill....oops, I mean the treadmill! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-586942011520799688?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/586942011520799688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=586942011520799688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/586942011520799688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/586942011520799688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi-ho-hi-ho-its-off-to-gym-i-go.html' title='Hi ho, hi ho it&apos;s off to the gym I go....'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-317812162598581398</id><published>2008-07-19T11:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T11:47:18.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lazy Saturday...</title><content type='html'>It's a lazy Saturday. There is so much to do around the house, but I just can't muster up the energy to do any of it. So here I am on my computer instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahlia is out with Daddy and I am home with the boys. Noah's playing on his computer and Zach is practicing his guitar and the dog is snoozing by my side. It really can't get better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really wonderful. The things that need to get done will still be here later, so I'll get to them then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;How&lt;/span&gt; are you spending your Saturday? Whatever you do, I hope it's relaxing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-317812162598581398?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/317812162598581398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=317812162598581398' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/317812162598581398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/317812162598581398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/lazy-saturday.html' title='A Lazy Saturday...'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-5999487770370818314</id><published>2008-07-15T22:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:23:26.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Home!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, Daddy is home from San Francisco! It was really a quick trip. He left very early yesterday morning and got back after 9  tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Everyone was still up to greet him and he was bombarded with hugs and kisses from everyone even the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I don't sleep when he's away....it didn't help that the dog had 2 barking fits during the night. Nothing like scaring the bejeebers out of you, as waking up at 3 am by Frasier barking his head off. Then he doesn't settle down, every few minutes (usually as you just drift back to sleep) he starts to growl. Hey I should be the one growling...you keep waking me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I digress.... I am happy Carmi's home. It's not just not having him here. Kudos to all you single parents out there. I just don't know how you do it. Then, I always feel like I am holding my breath until he safely returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go a pamper the world traveller and make him a cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a g00d night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-5999487770370818314?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5999487770370818314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=5999487770370818314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/5999487770370818314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/5999487770370818314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/daddys-home.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Home!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-4760012324031797210</id><published>2008-07-12T23:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:08:46.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It All Started with Some Cut up Vegetables...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/SHl86mJ7jlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1o1zL6csz-Y/s1600-h/DSC_0350+-+Veggies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/SHl86mJ7jlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1o1zL6csz-Y/s400/DSC_0350+-+Veggies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222342589029256786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when Dahlia wanted to help me make dinner. "Can I cut the vegetables? I love cutting vegetables!" said she. Well alright...go right ahead. So Dahlia cut up the veggies (cucumber, green pepper and red pepper). Then she arranged them on the plate. Daddy took a picture, as you can see the lovely dish, above!&lt;br /&gt;  Noah got into the act..."I want to cut something, too!" Alright, go for it....so Noah cut the strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;  The kids ate before us, because we were eating different meals (they had leftovers and we had some homemade soup) and ours wasn't ready yet. While they were eating they hatched a plan to turn the kitchen into a restaurant. Zach was the manager, Dahlia the waitress and Noah the chef They so reminded me of me. I use to do the very same thing with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;  The manager went back to the living room to play on the Wii, while the little workers got busy. They created menus, using the items I was serving for dinner. They eventually fired the manager because he wasn't willing to do any work...he didn't think it was fair. Life is tough!&lt;br /&gt;  We ordered. Carmi and I were giggling like little kids. The menu was hysterical. $5 for a bowl of soup, $2 for vegetable appetizer, water or juice $.50 and ice for $.05. We especially liked the charge for the ice. But we were assured that there were free refills.&lt;br /&gt;  Trouble was a-brewing between the chef and the waitress. He was not doing what she wanted and she started to have a meltdown while she was serving us. The chef...enjoyed the meltdown and was cracking jokes and smiling at us.  It was like dinner and a show. She was snarling at him and he was smirking and replying, "yes miss bossy-pants."    They were really sweet and were having a lot of fun. Eventually we were all laughing. Noah started with "can we do this more often? We're open every weekend."&lt;br /&gt;  Noah asked if I could do this for him on his birthday. Hey, I do this for him everyday!!&lt;br /&gt;  Our bill came to $18.01 (don't ask me where the 1 cent came from) They don't take credit cards! But were very excited when they each got a $2 tip. Even the fired manager got $1.&lt;br /&gt;  The evening ended with me doing the dishes and getting some yummy kisses!&lt;br /&gt;  This will be one of those memories that I'll stash away. I'll pull it out when they are driving me around the bend. I will remember that we are so lucky to have such kind, creative, funny and loving kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do for fun this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone remember the commercial for Calgon? The mother would be stressed to the max and would yell "Calgon  take me away!"  I never understood the commercial until I became a mother! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-4760012324031797210?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4760012324031797210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=4760012324031797210' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/4760012324031797210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/4760012324031797210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-all-started-with-some-cut-up.html' title='It All Started with Some Cut up Vegetables...'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/SHl86mJ7jlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1o1zL6csz-Y/s72-c/DSC_0350+-+Veggies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-6185129337753493464</id><published>2008-07-06T12:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T12:39:19.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary, my Sweet!</title><content type='html'>I can hardly believe that it is 16 years since we got married. It has passed in a blink. We've accomplished so much in that time frame. We have 3 beautiful children, a dog, a house, fulfilling careers and of course each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a wonderful day yesterday. We woke up late, did errands with the kids, went out for dinner just the two of us...it was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Through good and bad (hey, life isn't perfect!) there is no one I rather share this adventure we call life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary my sweet. I look forward to the many more years to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your turn:&lt;/span&gt; How many years are you celebrating?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-6185129337753493464?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6185129337753493464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=6185129337753493464' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/6185129337753493464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/6185129337753493464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-anniversary-my-sweet.html' title='Happy Anniversary, my Sweet!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-2285469469490471801</id><published>2008-06-28T22:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:41:56.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Proud Momma</title><content type='html'>I'm a proud Mommy and I have to share. School is out and 3 wonderful report cards came home.&lt;br /&gt;Dahlia and Noah did a beautiful job during their Promotion Night. They sang and danced beautifully and with a lot of excitement were promoted to the next grade. I can hardly believe my baby will be going to grade 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know, Noah was in my class this year. After he was promoted he told me he didn't want to go to grade 3, but wanted to stay in grade 2 with me. I know that is so sweet, but I think we are both more than ready for him to move on. I think he will work much harder for the next teacher. I often say, that Noah is so lucky he is so cute. He really makes me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahlia is turning into a beautiful young lady and will be going into grade 6! She did extremely well in school this year and I couldn't be prouder. It fills me with such pride to see how kind she is as well. She is truly beautiful on the inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach, my taller than me 13 year old just graduated this week from elementary school. I was so proud to see him walk across the stage. He looked so grown up in his suit and tie. He had an amazing time at the dance afterwards and just couldn't stop talking with excitement. At the last minute his grad party for the next afternoon was canceled, so 6 boys came to us for lunch and an afternoon of fun. My goodness, teenage boys can eat a lot!! They went through 4  large pizzas like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my first baby is going to high school next year. 13 is such an awkward age. He is not a baby, but he's not grown up just yet. Well in his eyes he is a grownup, but the rest of us know he is not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a graduation present we signed him up for guitar lessons. You have never seen such a happy young man, as this young man after his first lesson yesterday. Right now we are renting an electric guitar and we will buy one at the end of the Summer if he still likes the lessons. Yes I did say electric....that's what was recommended at the music school. Yeah, I think I am nuts, too. He is so thrilled..the rest of us not so thrilled of listening to it all day! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit what he is doing does sound good, but it is loud!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Mommy (me!) I am looking forward to camp starting on Monday and having a little down time for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope whatever you are doing this weekend that it is fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-2285469469490471801?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2285469469490471801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=2285469469490471801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2285469469490471801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2285469469490471801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2008/06/proud-momma.html' title='A Proud Momma'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-2046105213670988883</id><published>2008-05-10T13:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T14:17:37.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/SCXk2v72LhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SCTsRB50XTs/s1600-h/IMGP0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/SCXk2v72LhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SCTsRB50XTs/s320/IMGP0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198812974100655634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/SCXkr_72LgI/AAAAAAAAABs/tTTA9YvzZmE/s1600-h/calendar+photo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/SCXkr_72LgI/AAAAAAAAABs/tTTA9YvzZmE/s320/calendar+photo3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198812789417061890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Bubby Miriam and Dahlia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3 generations...Bubby Zelda, Me and Dahlia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Being a mother is one of the hardest jobs. You are always striving to find the right balance. I have great kids...although they are turning my hair gray! I love being their mother (well most of the time ;-) ) and I have loved watching them grow and interact with each other and those around them. It amazes me how those little lumps have changed into these amazing people.  When they are outside of this home, they are these kind, polite people and they make me very proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above pictures are from a couple of years ago, but they show how much we love our moms and grandmothers. Make sure you let that special woman in your life know how much she means to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that would make this weekend complete would be to be able to share it with my Mom and Mother-in-law.  Hopefully we will be together, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you all enjoy a wonderful Mother's day and that you get to share it with the ones you love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-2046105213670988883?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2046105213670988883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=2046105213670988883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2046105213670988883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2046105213670988883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/SCXk2v72LhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SCTsRB50XTs/s72-c/IMGP0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-6083964414322006880</id><published>2008-04-26T13:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T13:48:32.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Three Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/SBNo-Sh4NFI/AAAAAAAAABk/a72Zx1DVE_8/s1600-h/243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/SBNo-Sh4NFI/AAAAAAAAABk/a72Zx1DVE_8/s320/243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193610214623425618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know it's been awhile since I have written. I have to admit I have been totally unmotivated. We are nearing the end of Passover and I am extremely tired....not really ready to back to work on Monday. I am going to enjoy a little bit of pampering today....going for a pedicure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of my 3 angels. They are really good kids...just have their moments, just like everyone else. This was taken during Zach's Bar Mitzvah party. Yes, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends...I am working on the pictures and you will all have copies soon!  I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are all enjoying a lovely day/weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-6083964414322006880?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6083964414322006880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=6083964414322006880' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/6083964414322006880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/6083964414322006880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-three-angels.html' title='My Three Angels'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/SBNo-Sh4NFI/AAAAAAAAABk/a72Zx1DVE_8/s72-c/243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-7421277394700109885</id><published>2008-03-02T14:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T15:04:56.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been on a blog sabbatical</title><content type='html'>As many of you can tell I have been on a blog sabbatical. I've just haven't had much to say.  The Fall and Winter have been quite stressful for me. I've been feeling pretty blue and I am trying really hard to get out of my funk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let myself gain back some weight that I lost.  I was only 12 pounds till my goal and I blew it!  So not only am I going back to LAweightloss but I joined the gym in Dec. and I just increased working with my trainer from 1/2 hour, 2 times a week to one hour  sessions 3 times a week.  I will do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking an art course since the Fall. I have to admit it is one of my favourite parts of my week. I so look forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach has been out of his numerous casts and is walking around on two shoes. Thank goodness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 3 of the kids are doing well and are enjoying just being kids. As they should be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.writteninc.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Carmi &lt;/a&gt;is enjoying his new office in the basement and is as happy as a pig in _ _ _ _ with all his numerous TV, radio and print interviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frasier is a great dog and is so happy with us that he has gained 5 pounds and now we have to stream him down a little.  It's okay Frasier, you and I will lose our weight together! :-)He is still cute as ever and gets into trouble by going through the garbage.  Every once in a while he will become really submissive....as though he is in trouble (when his not) and we wonder what the previous owners did to him!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I have filled you in on what has been happening . I will try not to let so much time pass before I write again. I've missed you guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-7421277394700109885?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7421277394700109885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=7421277394700109885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7421277394700109885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7421277394700109885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-on-blog-sabbatical.html' title='I&apos;ve been on a blog sabbatical'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-254071410374502504</id><published>2007-11-05T13:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T13:54:56.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so proud!</title><content type='html'>I'm so proud! Zachary had his Bar Mitzvah this weekend and he was absolutely amazing. All that crumbling about having to practice was all worth it because he did a great job. He was loud and clear, his voice didn't crack (thank god! :-)) and I think everyone had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a Shabbat dinner for all of our out of town guest and family at the home of our good friends Lori and Allan. Then we had a luncheon at the Shul after the service and then in the evening we had a party for friends and family at the Palasad. It wasn't your typical Bar Mitzvah party. It was bowling, arcade games, pool tables and food, food and more food. We also had a balloon lady who made balloon hats and swords and decorations for the kids and adults alike, as well as a cartoonist to draw their pictures. We had a brunch at the hotel before everyone went home yesterday. I'm very tired to day...but it is a good kind of tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach told me on a scale of 1 to 10 the weekend was an 11. You can't get better than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was just one of those moments that you store in your mind.  Whenever you bring them out, they just make you feel warm and fuzzy. It's hard sometimes, you don't always know if your are doing the right things for your kids. Am I pushing them too hard, or not enough. They are growing up so fast (and some days it doesn't seem fast enough!), but it's so lovely when you get to see them shine. It was wonderful to share the moment with our family and friends. Now everyone gets to see what a great kid Zach is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the stress of the Bar Mitzvah is over, I will be off my blog writing diet and I hope to visit you all more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-254071410374502504?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/254071410374502504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=254071410374502504' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/254071410374502504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/254071410374502504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-so-proud_05.html' title='I&apos;m so proud!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-3158656850926266092</id><published>2007-10-08T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:59:06.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed Out!</title><content type='html'>Hi Everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a little stressed out. Zach is in the "feeling sorry for himself" phase of the broken leg saga. It's not fair (which I agree) and nobody understands what he is going through (I don't agree!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was home less than 24 hours from the hospital when my dad had to rush her back by ambulance. I worry so much and there is nothing I can do. I just can't go to Montreal right now. Between Zach, work and Zach's Bar Mitzvah there is just no way that I can go right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmi's dad isn't well right now either. So it's worry all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says things come in threes but I think we are going into double digits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am trying to think positively, so I wish all of you a wonderful week. May the little moments brighten your days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-3158656850926266092?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3158656850926266092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=3158656850926266092' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/3158656850926266092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/3158656850926266092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/10/stressed-out.html' title='Stressed Out!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-2956524604790715882</id><published>2007-10-01T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T12:03:30.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Green-legged man meet your twin, orange-legged man!</title><content type='html'>We were back at the hospital today. You know you've been there enough times when the volunteers start to remember you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We did x-rays and one bone is healing beautifully, the other is coming along. We looked at the x-ray with a resident and a doctor's assistant.  Zach's tibia isn't completely flush. They both seemed a little concerned but the specialist breezed in and was very pleased with the progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the cast room (oh, did mention that we waited 3 hours before we got to the cast room? Why do they bother to give us appointments?) and they took off the cast. He was in a lot of pain, he had black marks on his leg from where he was originally hurt and big black blisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the sudden I didn't feel very well. I asked Carmi to hold his hand and I went to sit down. The doctor was talking and then looked at me and said "You don't look very good, you're ashen." I told him that I didn't feel very well. I called Carmi and then everything went to black.  Yes, my friends, I fainted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt ridiculous! The nurse told me not to worry, that it happens all the time, although usually to the dads :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the excitement for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to write this on Monday...but as you can see this is the first chance I had to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach is in school and working hard at catching up. RIght now he is orange-legged man and is finding this new cast much lighter. Thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend should be a little less hectic....last weekend Dahlia had a sleepover (7 girls) in honour of her birthday. At 2 am there were 3 still awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a lovely weekend and if you are from Canada, Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-2956524604790715882?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2956524604790715882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=2956524604790715882' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2956524604790715882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2956524604790715882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/10/green-legged-man-meet-your-twin-orange.html' title='Green-legged man meet your twin, orange-legged man!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-6779251698252127497</id><published>2007-09-24T16:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T16:43:18.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Still Green!</title><content type='html'>Yes, we were back at the hospital today and the cast is still green, but thankfully it is now about half the size! Yeah! Can you hear the cheering? Can you see me doing the cartwheels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't want to remove the cast....because  they feel the break is still to soft, but they cut the cast down,  just below his knee.  He feels so much lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited about an hour and then they sent us to x-ray. The lovely technician told me as we were leaving x-ray that the doctors would look over the x-rays see if the leg needs to be reset or have a pin put in. It was the longest 25 minutes till we saw the doctor. How kind of her to put such fear in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor showed us the x-ray...it's definitely still broken, and a tiny bit misaligned. He told us not to worry because as it heals the new bone will fill it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to go back again next Monday for another x-ray and a new cast. They will give him a new cast that will position his foot more suitable for walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all your warm wishes and great advice. I don't know how we would have made so far without our "blogging family"! and real family, too (I know you are reading this!!!) :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful Monday, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-6779251698252127497?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6779251698252127497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=6779251698252127497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/6779251698252127497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/6779251698252127497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-still-green.html' title='It&apos;s Still Green!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-8689770416352117426</id><published>2007-09-23T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T14:00:40.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 2 weeks down and counting!</title><content type='html'>I can hardly believe that almost 2 weeks have passed since that fateful phone call. Almost 2 weeks of extreme patience ( not always very patient!) and tender loving care. Zach wavers between extreme pain and discomfort and just  being a pain in the butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trying two weeks it has been. Just this passed week Zach and Dahlia had a stomach bug...poor Zach adding insult to injury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahlia and Noah have been great....they may grumble a bit, but they are doing their share and more. They have done Zach's chores (without complaint) and will do things for him (get a snack, a drink, get me) because he can't do them for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we go back to the hospital for a check-up. I am so hopeful (Carmi tells me not to get my hopes up) that he will get a smaller cast. Time will tell. He really has been a trooper and very brave young man...and he is definitely milking it for all it's worth. But that is as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had a bunch of friends over (to break fast after Yom Kippur) and Zach was on the couch like a king, revelling in the attention.  It's good to be the center of attention, sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a question for you...Zach knows that he might get a smaller cast tomorrow...they told us this when they were putting the green monstrosity on. I hate when people say things like that in front of children. It's like when were at the first hospital and the doctor told us immediately (in front of Zach) that he would have to have surgery. He was terrified and we all worried about it. We only found 6 1/2 hours later that they weren't going to operate! If he doesn't get a smaller cast tomorrow what can we tell him? How can we console him? As always I appreciate all your help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-8689770416352117426?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8689770416352117426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=8689770416352117426' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/8689770416352117426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/8689770416352117426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/09/almost-2-weeks-down-and-counting.html' title='Almost 2 weeks down and counting!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-2865681598768212316</id><published>2007-09-15T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T23:28:06.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/RuyipCtUeGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/q2H5H5ij_eA/s1600-h/DSC_4286+-+Mom+signs+cast.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/RuyipCtUeGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/q2H5H5ij_eA/s320/DSC_4286+-+Mom+signs+cast.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110638503143962722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/RuyipStUeHI/AAAAAAAAABA/98GIc6AoP5Y/s1600-h/DSC_4312+-+Zach+sleeps+with+cast.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/RuyipStUeHI/AAAAAAAAABA/98GIc6AoP5Y/s320/DSC_4312+-+Zach+sleeps+with+cast.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110638507438930034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all your encouraging words. I know he's milking it for all it's worth, but I can't always tell when he really needs me and when he's milking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helps that he tells me over and over how much he appreciates my help. He's really a good kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Kenju, I really need a nap but here I am on my computer! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also a worrier (Can you tell?!) and now that we are getting closer to Monday and school, I worry about how he will manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he'll be fine...kids are so resilient, it's the mommies and daddies who aren't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for visiting me and I'll keep you all posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-2865681598768212316?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2865681598768212316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=2865681598768212316' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2865681598768212316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/2865681598768212316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/09/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/RuyipCtUeGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/q2H5H5ij_eA/s72-c/DSC_4286+-+Mom+signs+cast.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-4794013679723283891</id><published>2007-09-15T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T12:08:02.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Green-legged man is wearing me out!</title><content type='html'>The green-legged man is wearing me out. Only mommy can do anything for him. Even if daddy is sitting right next to him he'll call for mommy to help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything for him, but I admit my patience are wearing a little thin today. I'm tired. I ran out to get  something yesterday afternoon and I met someone I know.  She wanted to know how everything was going. "Coming along" I said, "but I'm tired" "I can tell" she said. I had some make up on but obviously not enough! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I wanted to give Carmi a break (since I slept at the hospital with Zach he has insisted that he sleeps downstairs with Zach) and I slept on the love seat in the living room. I think tonight we will try and leave Zach on his own.    He has slept through the night every night,  and I have mommy sleeping radar anyway ...I will hear anything and wake up almost instantly, so I know I'll hear him if he calls for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I solved the hair washing problem...we are off to our wonderful hairdresser who will wash and cut his hair for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we need to just get his first few days of back to school under his belt or cast (just a little humour!) and maybe we can get into some routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try and have a quick nap (if he lets me!!). Have a wonderful Saturday everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-4794013679723283891?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4794013679723283891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=4794013679723283891' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/4794013679723283891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/4794013679723283891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/09/green-legged-man-is-wearing-me-out.html' title='Green-legged man is wearing me out!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-4407394049123683408</id><published>2007-09-14T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T15:04:27.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>It's funny how some people don't like sharing their ages. How they don't want to admit to celebrating another year. It doesn't really bother me. So are you ready? Well here goes: yesterday when I was talking about Dahlia's birthday, I neglected to mention that it was my birthday yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for it? I turned "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40&lt;/span&gt;"!! I can hear the gasps. 40 but she doesn't look a day over 39! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age is just what you make of it. So although I am quite stressed right now with green legged-man, when the dust settles we will celebrate the momentous occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the good birthday wishes I received via Mr. Carmi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's your turn: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does it bother you to acknowledge another year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-4407394049123683408?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4407394049123683408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=4407394049123683408' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/4407394049123683408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/4407394049123683408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/09/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-3639658443493842177</id><published>2007-09-13T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T12:51:23.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Girl Turns 10!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/RulooytUeDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fY3w2ljQFA4/s1600-h/dahlia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/RulooytUeDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fY3w2ljQFA4/s320/dahlia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109730302244452402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly believe it but my little baby girl a.k.a. monkeygirl turned 10 yesterday. (I'm sorry I am writing this a day late, Dahlia!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, it has been trying few days in our household. You can read Carmi's take on the situation &lt;a href="http://www.writteninc.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year when the kids wake up on their birthday, their room and the whole main floor is decorated (this started when I was a little girl, my  mom always put something up in our room when we woke up on our birthday morning). Everyone told me not to do it this year because of Zach's situation .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't gone to Carmi's site yet, here it is. We received a phone call at 1:49 pm on Monday from his school that he was hurt in gym class. Speed up today, he is lying on the couch with a neon green cast up to his thigh. I will tell you all about it tomorrow because today is Dahlia's turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone said, she'll understand ( I was and am completely exhausted as I stayed overnight at the hospital with him on mon./tues. and just general stress!) But she would not have understood. This was her birthday...a big milestone as she turned 10. I look at every birthday as a milestone. At least once a year you have one day that's your special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my monkey girl turned ten. I am watching her grow into a beautiful, smart and funny young woman. Every once in a while I catch a glimpse of myself or Carmi and I just marvel at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this coming year brings her good health, happiness and all that she is wishing for (except her own dog! :-) One is enough, Dahlia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the next 10 years be just as exciting. I look forward to seeing and sharing in all your accomplishments, big and small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-3639658443493842177?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3639658443493842177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=3639658443493842177' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/3639658443493842177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/3639658443493842177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/09/monkey-girl-turns-10.html' title='Monkey Girl Turns 10!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/RulooytUeDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fY3w2ljQFA4/s72-c/dahlia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-4832715620567878895</id><published>2007-08-26T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T17:36:47.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like Me</title><content type='html'>I often hear how much the kids are and look just like my sweet hubby. It doesn't really bother me...I mean look at him, he's gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;  I've been hearing about it since Zach was a little guy. When he was about a year old, a women at a shopping mall stopped us, patted me on the shoulder and said "Don't worry dear, the next one might look like you!" The old busybody!&lt;br /&gt;  But every once in a while I see a picture of the kids or watch them do something or their mannerism and I see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it was Noah's turn. He received a "Jigsaw Jones" book for his birthday (his first real chapter book!) and I finally convinced him to start reading it last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he couldn't put it down, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally a beautiful day here, and we were on our bikes (I was on a bike for the first time in 15 years...a story for another time!) and Noah had to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found him sitting on a rock in the shade reading. He was so excited and kept announcing when he got to the next chapter. He was enjoying the book so much, that he rather do it than ride his bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just like that as a kid and I am still like that! It was nice to see a glimpse of me in one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you're doing this Sunday, I hope it's fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your kids do that remind you of yourself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-4832715620567878895?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4832715620567878895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=4832715620567878895' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/4832715620567878895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/4832715620567878895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-like-me.html' title='Just Like Me'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-4799608998404716853</id><published>2007-08-07T12:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T12:45:20.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Terrible</title><content type='html'>I think I am a terrible mother! Yes, I admit it. It is 12:37 , am making lunch and watching TV. I am having the most enjoyable day. Oh! Did I mention the kids are in camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It's so nice a quiet. Nobody is fighting over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;computer. I can actually use it without asking permission! Actually, nobody is fighting. It's so peaceful and calm. Can you hear the peacefulness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Oh, yeah, back to my terribleness (is that even a word?). I love my kids, I enjoy being with my kids, but I love having time away from them. I know so many women, who want to spend all their time with their kids and I feel guilty that I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my lunch is ready, so I am off for a little more solitude until I need to pick up the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think....do you crave time away or do you pine for your kids if they're out of your site longer than 5 minutes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-4799608998404716853?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4799608998404716853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=4799608998404716853' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/4799608998404716853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/4799608998404716853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-terrible.html' title='I&apos;m Terrible'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-1288282542993253160</id><published>2007-07-30T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T00:06:44.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Man Turns 7!</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe, but my little love-bug is turning 7 today. My little monkey who makes my heart sing is growing up and there's nothing I can do to stop it. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a little bundle of energy who is smart, inquisitive with an amazing sense of humour.....absolutely no prejudice here! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is all decorated (balloons, signs, streamers). He only asked me about 10 times if I was going to do it. It has become a tradition, for each birthday child (even daddy, too) I make signs on the computer and decorate the house so they wake up on their special day surrounded with birthday surprises. They never know where they will find them. I even put posters and balloons in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah has his day planned. I am to make, Mommy's famous pancakes. (Thanks Aunt Jemima! :-)) I didn't know my pancakes were famous, but if he thinks so, okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has already requested that he get to open his presents before breakfast. He was very specific, before I make breakfast, not before we eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My in-laws are visiting and are leaving in the morning, so we are going to have birthday cake before lunch, before they leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to play with his presents ( he already asked for some Wii games) and just assumes (correctly) that he got them.  In the late afternoon we are going to see the Simpsons movie ( I know he's only 7, but he watches the show with his dad and siblings) and then we'll be off to Burger King for supper. He's so funny, "Do you know why I want to go to Burger King? Because they have the Simpson toys with the meals" You've got to love a kid who has priorities on straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just amazes me. I can't believe how much he's grown. I love how he interacts with his siblings, family, friends, the dog and us. I can't wait to watch him grow into the wonderful man he is going to be. He's going to be something really special, because he already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Love-bug! I hope all that you are dreaming for comes true for you, today, tomorrow and always. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go up and hug him one more time,  while he is still a six year old. I can't wait to give him his hugs when he is seven!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-1288282542993253160?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1288282542993253160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=1288282542993253160' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/1288282542993253160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/1288282542993253160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-man-turns.html' title='Little Man Turns 7!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-4749783741737229942</id><published>2007-07-19T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T18:45:04.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Home!!</title><content type='html'>I got up at 3:30 am to catch a 5:30 flight to bring me home today. Boy, am I tired!! It was bittersweet coming home. I was homesick for most of the 10 days days I was away (I must admit it flew bye!) and couldn't wait to see Carmi, the kids and the dog but at the same time it was hard to leave my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for every one's kind thoughts. My mom is home from the hospital. She has a severe infection and will be treated with intravenous antibiotics for the next 6 weeks or so. She is doing much better, but has difficulty walking and is basically home bound until she heals. It puts a lot of pressure on my dad. He and I ran around after all day hospital visits and once she came home it seemed were constantly running around doing errands or working in the house. This is when I wish we never moved away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmi, my sweet husband managed just fine without me. The house never looked better! The kitchen is spotless and he did a ton of laundry. Thank you, Carmi. I could never have been able to go and help out my parents without your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were great. The greeting I got at the airport from all 5 of them (yes, Frasier was there, too!) was unbelievable. It's kind of worth it to go away to get a greeting like that. Makes you feel appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you've all had a great couple of weeks and that you're enjoying your summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for all your kinds wishes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-4749783741737229942?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4749783741737229942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=4749783741737229942' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/4749783741737229942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/4749783741737229942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m Home!!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-8112782384242308307</id><published>2007-07-08T11:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T11:39:39.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hard to live so far away....</title><content type='html'>I have always looked at moving away from Montreal as an adventure, but it's hard to live so far away. As I get older, so do my parents.  My mom is in the hospital, complications from a minor procedure has led to a big infection. I'm off to Montreal for 10 days. I want to be there to help, especially when she gets home. I know she will be fine, (I have to think positively!) but this is my mommy, so I can't help but worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family will be fine...Carmi is a great dad and the kids are great kids and they will manage just fine without me, but I will miss them. I'll be able to talked to them on the phone and email them. I'll miss my little puppy. I know I will go crazy when I see other dogs...I will miss my cutiepie. I know it will go quickly. I'm grateful that this happened over the summer when I'm off from school,  so I can afford the time away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check in on &lt;a href="http://writteninc.blogspot.com"&gt;Carmi&lt;/a&gt;, provide him with your Internet support!  I will try to connect with all of you from Montreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a safe and wonderful couple of weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-8112782384242308307?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8112782384242308307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=8112782384242308307' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/8112782384242308307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/8112782384242308307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-hard-to-live-so-far-away.html' title='It&apos;s hard to live so far away....'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-7483243832594071876</id><published>2007-07-06T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T18:25:10.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Anniversary Present</title><content type='html'>As you can see below, Carmi and I celebrated our 15th anniversary yesterday. We don't usually get each other anything, we spend the day together and exchange nice cards.  I got a beautiful bouquet of pink roses. We decided to buy a metal patio set. It is gorgeous, but came in a million pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joked, we bought it for our anniversary but were probably going to get a divorce over putting it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All kidding aside,  just love the patio and that great guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-7483243832594071876?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7483243832594071876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=7483243832594071876' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7483243832594071876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7483243832594071876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/07/anniversary-present.html' title='The Anniversary Present'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-3854203203182221627</id><published>2007-07-06T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:17:12.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Carmi and I celebrated our 15th anniversary yesterday. We have followed the tradition of spending the day together (without the kids) and went to the beach.  (A special thank you to our friend Shannon, who picked up the kids, entertained them, fed them and took care of them, so we would could have our special day without worrying about the time!) What a lovely day. We spent most of the day reminiscing about our life together. We are married for 15 and together for 23.  It was so nice. Words can't describe the feelings that I am feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmi is my best friend. Like anyone else we have our ups and downs, but our love for each other always gets us through. It's amazing to see all the changes that have occurred in the last 15 years... 3 wonderful, smart, beautiful and funny kids, a delightful dog,  a home, and a life that I really love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen years has gone by in a snap, but at the same time I can't really remember at time when we weren't together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our life has been one adventure after another and I look forward to all the many adventures ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-3854203203182221627?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3854203203182221627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=3854203203182221627' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/3854203203182221627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/3854203203182221627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-8445850747161219516</id><published>2007-06-18T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T22:06:55.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be back soon!</title><content type='html'>The end of the school year is almost upon us. Once it is threw I will be back happy to read and share with all of my blogger friends. I find this time of the year so chaotic that I just don't seem to have a moment. Not that I am counting or anything, but I have another 7.5 days until school is out. See you all in about 9 more days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-8445850747161219516?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8445850747161219516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=8445850747161219516' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/8445850747161219516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/8445850747161219516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/06/ill-be-back-soon.html' title='I&apos;ll be back soon!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-1945157402664879552</id><published>2007-05-08T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T00:01:40.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Man in China</title><content type='html'>The big boy in China is having a birthday today. He hates talking about his age, so I won't give it away...but it does go with lordy, lordy, someone is turning ____. You can tell him...I didn't tell you his age. :-)! It was kind of fun and weird for us to wish him a happy birthday yesterday, when his birthday is today. Well where he is it was already today!! We joke that this big birthday will really last for 36 hours instead of 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny when I found out that he was going to China, my first reaction was that we weren't going to be together for his birthday. It's his first birthday in 23 years that we are not together. It makes me sad. But what a way to celebrate your birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I stood around the computer and sang Happy Birthday to him and marveled that it was tomorrow there when it was still today here. The kids said they wanted to go to China for their birthdays because they last longer over there. They are so funny. Dahlia also told him not to worry if he doesn't have time to buy us anything because everything here says "made in China" God they crack me up! Note to Carmi...bring them something back from China!!! But don't listen to Zach...I don't want any real panda bears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get a chance drop &lt;a href="http:/writteninc.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.writteninc.blogspot.com"&gt;Carmi&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/a&gt;a line and wish him a happy birthday, too. I know how much he loves the friendships he has developed with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmi, I hope that this coming year brings you all that you are hoping and wishing for. I am so proud of all that you have accomplished and know that only good things will follow. Have a wonderful birthday my sweet. I love you and miss you and can't wait to see you when you get home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-1945157402664879552?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1945157402664879552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=1945157402664879552' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/1945157402664879552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/1945157402664879552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/05/birthday-man-in-china.html' title='Birthday Man in China'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-7902448672387850920</id><published>2007-05-07T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T23:46:39.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eagle has Landed!</title><content type='html'>I was never so relieved to get an email as I was this afternoon.  I finally heard from Carmi and he has safely arrived in China. I hadn't heard from him in 30 hours. It is the longest we have gone without communicating with each other in about 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was even better this evening when we were able to talk through google talk. It was like he was right next door, never mind half way around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for him. It will surely be a one of those lifetime experiences and I can't wait to see and hear all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is a cute little puppy wanting to go out and since his usual before bed-walker is a little too far to take care of it I guess I will be the one to do it for the next little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night and a happy Tuesday everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-7902448672387850920?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7902448672387850920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=7902448672387850920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7902448672387850920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7902448672387850920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/05/eagle-has-landed.html' title='The Eagle has Landed!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-7318720511618663716</id><published>2007-05-06T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T12:00:18.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Man is China Bound!</title><content type='html'>As many of you know my &lt;a href="http://writteninc.blogspot.com"&gt;hubby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Carmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is China Bound.  We are all very excited for him. We've become used to his travelling and at times were almost blase about it. "We'll miss you   but we'll see you soon." But this time it's very different. He's not going to be gone any  longer than usual, but he's going to the other side of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It totally freaks me out that he will be flying for so long. I really feel like I don't breathe until I know he has landed. Does that make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all the computers set up so we can talk to each other. Although one of us will be talking in the middle of the night...want to guess which one it will be? Can't be Carmi, because I will be at work when it's his middle of the night! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's an experience of a life time for him. He will be there on his birthday and what a memory for him. He couldn't decide which camera to take and finally decided on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nikon&lt;/span&gt;. I can't wait to see China through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Carmi's&lt;/span&gt; eyes. I know they'll be spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish him a safe and exhilarating  trip and never mind tiring as well! I can't wait for him to be home with me and kids again, soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-7318720511618663716?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7318720511618663716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=7318720511618663716' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7318720511618663716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7318720511618663716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/05/big-man-is-china-bound.html' title='Big Man is China Bound!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-6008018081454762142</id><published>2007-03-26T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:34:20.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Health Returns!</title><content type='html'>Good Health returns to MorahMommy's household. Thank Goodness! 3 out of 5 of us are on antibiotics for bronchitis. Dahlia and I both have sinus infections on top of it. I think we hit rock bottom Friday and Saturday and things are starting to look up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is delightfully warm here today. I wore a t-shirt with no jacket, jeans and sandals when I did errands this afternoon. It was lovely. I have the windows open and hopefully all the nasty germs in my house will leave. They are officially evicted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing to see all the people out. Everywhere you looked there were kids, babies, adults, teens, dogs out walking, biking, strolling. You get the point. I love this time of year....when you discover your neighbours once again. It just feels good to be out and about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope where ever you are and what ever you're doing a little bit of Springtime is coming your way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-6008018081454762142?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6008018081454762142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=6008018081454762142' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/6008018081454762142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/6008018081454762142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-health-returns.html' title='Good Health Returns!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-7642142474181403751</id><published>2007-03-18T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:58:07.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Cold Outside, but Frasier Doesn't Care!</title><content type='html'>It's a bit chilly out there, but Frasier doesn't seem to care...neither do I actually. It's fun knowing that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Carmi&lt;/span&gt; and I have at least 15 minutes (longer if it's warmer) of us time. For a little dog Frasier sure walks/runs fast. So we're walking at a pretty good pace and it's so nice to just to hold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Carmi's&lt;/span&gt; hand and talk about the day we've had or of the next day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else I have noticed is that the stress level at our house is down by 80%. It's amazing the difference. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt; how you add a pet to the mix and the family dynamics change once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I am still loving this puppy thing? I have to admit adopting a dog who is trained and is past the chewing everything in sight phase  is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of hearing about Frasier, yet? I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good rest of your weekend and a good week ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-7642142474181403751?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7642142474181403751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=7642142474181403751' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7642142474181403751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/7642142474181403751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-cold-outside-but-frasier-doesnt.html' title='It&apos;s Cold Outside, but Frasier Doesn&apos;t Care!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-5345868413465846074</id><published>2007-03-17T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T20:06:22.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I spent 40 Minutes...</title><content type='html'>I spent40 minutes looking for a dog coat for Frasier, today. Yes you read it correctly, a coat.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone ever told me that I would spend 5 minutes let alone 40 minutes looking for a coat for my dog I would have laughed in their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's cold outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he had a haircut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's going to have an identity crisis because his mommy and daddy keep putting him in a pink sweater...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his human family want to spoil him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the first time he wore it he fell over in the wind and it ended up covered in mud. So now his new coat is drying in the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell we are enjoying having a puppy? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-5345868413465846074?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5345868413465846074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=5345868413465846074' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/5345868413465846074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/5345868413465846074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-spent-40-minutes.html' title='I spent 40 Minutes...'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-3868058216243817699</id><published>2007-03-15T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T19:56:42.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life With Puppy, Day Two, Three and Four</title><content type='html'>We are now almost finished our second full day with Mr. Frasier. He is just so sweet...I am amazed with how we are all so in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all love taking him for a walk It's more  like taking him for a run. He is so happy to be outside that he just goes flying down the sidewalk. I know the kids are loving it now...I hope they will continue to want to. We have all had more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; in the last week than we have in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was watching Noah have a bath. Frasier loves to stand on his hind legs and put his front paws up on something. It was the cutest thing to see Frasier give Noah kisses while he was in the bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah has gone from this little boy who didn't want a dog to a happy little boy playing with his puppy. Just this morning he was bouncing down the stairs singing his Frasier song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Frasier, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fra&lt;/span&gt;, Frasier, Frasier, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Frais&lt;/span&gt;, I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; sang it over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-3868058216243817699?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3868058216243817699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=3868058216243817699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/3868058216243817699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/3868058216243817699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-with-puppy-day-two-three-and-four.html' title='Life With Puppy, Day Two, Three and Four'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-4553826399016126511</id><published>2007-03-14T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:41:41.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a new addition to the household!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/Rfi8f2wmQOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2x9xA2cGWJY/s1600-h/DSC_7029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/Rfi8f2wmQOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2x9xA2cGWJY/s400/DSC_7029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041987038302585058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a face! Meet Frasier, the newest addition to our household. Yes, life wasn't crazy enough, so we decided to throw a dog into the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been talking about getting a dog for about 2 years now. We are animal lovers and after we put our cat Shadow down, we so desperately missed having a pet...well we did have fish. But I didn't have a very good track record with that. So lets hope I am better dog mommy :) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate stepped in. Frasier was a dog in need of rescuing. He is 8 months old and was living with a family who could not take care of him. So he is now one of us! Life will never be the same for him. If the other family didn't pay enough attention...this one pays too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmi and I took him to the groomers today. We took turns holding him and petting him while it took the groomer over 2 hours to wash and shave (pretty much all over) the mats off of him. Why would people get a dog...if they won't take care of him? Frasier was such a good boy. I think he knew that we were helping him. He was so dirty that we had to call back all the people who we called yesterday to tell them that he was silver/grey and not black and white like we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so sweet. He has the cutest bark and gives you the best greeting when you come home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I feel a little overwhelmed. I know once the honeymoon period is over the kids won't be helping as much and most of the responsibility will be left to me. However, I feel that we have saved this little puppy's life and hopefully make it better. I know our lives will never be the same and will most definitely be enriched by this little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, do you think we're nuts...3 kids, full time jobs and now a dog. What do you say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-4553826399016126511?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4553826399016126511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=4553826399016126511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/4553826399016126511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/4553826399016126511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/03/there-is-new-addition-household.html' title='There is a new addition to the household!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/Rfi8f2wmQOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2x9xA2cGWJY/s72-c/DSC_7029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-6226960152516658604</id><published>2007-02-20T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T23:56:36.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>Well it's Tuesday and I am watching little man snooze on the couch. Noah's favourite way to go to sleep is to lie in the crook (the bend of my knees). He is so cute..but he doesn't stop talking. He literally talks his way to sleep. He is sleeping on one couch and Daddy is asleep on the other. Neither one made it through the first hour of American Idol. On Noah's part it was good, because I couldn't hear the singing because he was chatting so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I should insist that Noah go to sleep in his own bed, but I figure I might as well take advantage of it while he still wants to be with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been cranky in my last few posts, so I am going to try and focus on the happy sides for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is just around the corner; it was plus 4 today and I saw some grass poking it's way through the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: do you call it a couch, sofa, chesterfield or something else? The kids always think it's funny when Zaida (my dad) calls it a chesterfield.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-6226960152516658604?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6226960152516658604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=6226960152516658604' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/6226960152516658604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/6226960152516658604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-tuesday.html' title='Happy Tuesday!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-3609526606682653998</id><published>2007-02-11T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T23:15:32.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends Fly Bye!</title><content type='html'>It always amazes me how on Mondays I often think that Friday will never get here. I blink and before I know Friday is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the weekends...and it should not take away from the fact that I love my job. I love teaching and I love working with my kids...but I love time off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with the weekends is that they go too fast. We usually spend Sat and Sun.  doing errands and working in the house. Once Saturday is through it's almost as though the weekend is over. By Sunday lunch I am already thinking of the week ahead...getting my plans together for the week, laundry, tidying up, planning lunches, suppers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the weekend should be  3 days long., 2 to relax and enjoy and 1  to get  ready for the week  ahead. Don't you think  that would be good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get the Sunday afternoon blues? If you do what do you do to feel better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-3609526606682653998?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3609526606682653998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=3609526606682653998' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/3609526606682653998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/3609526606682653998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/02/weekends-fly-bye.html' title='Weekends Fly Bye!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-737727686874374381</id><published>2007-01-29T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:53:18.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I am still here.</title><content type='html'>I am still here, but I have taken a little hiatus and leaving the writing to my hubby. I can hardly believe how longs it's been since I last wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December and January have flown bye and I am eagerly awaiting Spring. This Canadian girl does not like Winter one bit and I yearn for some warmer weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note; My parents just got back from an 11 day cruise...it sounded wonderful! But I have to admit that it was agony for me to go that long without talking to them.  More on that another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahlia was home today; we just came back from the doctor...double ear infections. Carmi and I did tag team. He worked from home this morning and I came home at lunch. I snoozed with her this afternoon...which I was grateful for. I was up most of the night with her and was exhausted this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a good day and are staying warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try not to let it go this long between posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-737727686874374381?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/737727686874374381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=737727686874374381' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/737727686874374381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/737727686874374381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2007/01/yes-i-am-still-here.html' title='Yes, I am still here.'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-8114873942501283520</id><published>2006-12-08T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T12:48:59.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOWDAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;It's a snowday here. We woke up to a huge blast from Mother Nature. 50 cm yes I said 50 cm has fallen over London, Ontario and we're still counting. We are experiencing snow squalls from the lake.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I can't believe how much snow has fallen. I don't think I have seen this much snow since I was a little girl living in Montreal. It's amazing because only London was affected by the storm…. the cities within 20 km all around us did not get any snow. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;It is the first time since we have moved to London (10 years ago) that there has ever been a snowday. Everything is closed and the city is paralyzed with all this snow. I don't know who was more excited; the kids or me when we heard that school was closed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;We're at that time of year where everyone really needs a break and it's hard to believe that Winter Break is almost here. I am not a winter person so having an unexpected day off makes it seem not so bad. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;The kids, Carmi, Davy (a friend from Toronto) and I spent a lovely portion of the morning digging the van out, and playing in the snow. We warmed up with yummy hot chocolate. The kids and I are going to watch a DVD while Carmi catches up on his work. It was a great way to spend a snowday. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Many of you are regular readers of my &lt;a href="http://www.writteninc.blogspot.com"&gt;hubby's blog&lt;/a&gt;. He has been very busy snapping photos of the snow…. watch for the pictures!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I hope whatever you are doing this fine Friday that you are safe, dry and warm.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your turn: &lt;/span&gt;What is the weather like by you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-8114873942501283520?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8114873942501283520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=8114873942501283520' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/8114873942501283520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/8114873942501283520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2006/12/snowday.html' title='SNOWDAY!!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-116397146046933861</id><published>2006-11-19T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T16:24:20.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember when...</title><content type='html'>I remember when we had no kids and we used to clean our house because we were going to have friends over. Sadly that is no longer the case. Now we spend our weekend tidying our house so our kids can have playdates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that I spent the morning  cleaning up, the good news is that my week will start off on the right  foot...the house is tidy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our children seem to have a bigger social life than we do. We spend our time going from drop-off to pick-up with hardly any time for us to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so excited...all three kids have a program together, tonight, for 2 whole hours!!! Can you see me grinning?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby and I are going to drop them off at the bowling alley and grab some dinner at a nearby restaurant...and you actually order at the table! Please don't faint on me....it's true the food arrives on plates and not wrapped in paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can't remember the last time we went on a date. We often go when our parents visit but for some reason the last few times we just couldn't or didn't get away. I think the last time was in August...oh that's awful!! Come to think about it, we didn't even go out for my birthday....kids had swimming that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take the time to spend some alone time with your sweety and don't let it go 3 months between dates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the rest of your weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-116397146046933861?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/116397146046933861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=116397146046933861' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/116397146046933861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/116397146046933861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-remember-when.html' title='I remember when...'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-116371455447668384</id><published>2006-11-16T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T17:02:34.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it half way through November, already!?!</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe that we are already half-way through November. The last few weeks have been crazy and I feel like time is flying by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 3 weeks, we have celebrated Zach's birthday, twice!  We had  visitors  from out of town  2 weekends in a row. I love having visitors..but it always seems like you are cleaning to get ready for them, make, serve, eat and clean up from a meal and then clean up afterwards. It sounds like I am complaining, but I'm really not. I thrive on entertaining. Carmi was also away on a business trip last weekend and early this week, which is always stressful in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am starting to feel my age. Could it be the November blues? Very rarely to we see the sun...you can feel the really cold weather about to descend on us. It's usually about this time of year that I feel the need for a few days off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have parent/teacher interviews coming up and hopefully in the next few weeks the pressure will be off. Okay, I know I am kidding myself. I always feel the pressure...and I know I do it to myself...I guess that's what makes me,  me :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a happy Thursday and are looking forward to the weekend ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-116371455447668384?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/116371455447668384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=116371455447668384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/116371455447668384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/116371455447668384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2006/11/is-it-half-way-through-november.html' title='Is it half way through November, already!?!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-116191414416981797</id><published>2006-10-26T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T17:02:24.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My little man is 12!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;I can hardly believe that my little man, Zachary Akiva turned 12 today.  I become a mother this very day 12 years ago. Where has the time gone? How can he possibly be on the verge of adulthood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought is that I am not old enough to have a child this age. Of course my second thought is.... YES you are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach totally amazes me. He is funny and smart and caring. Okay, he's not perfect...he's a little self-centred but who isn't at this age.  But he's quick to apologize when he knows he's done something wrong, and is still willing to hug and kiss his mother...even in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went downstairs to wake him this morning, I took a minute to watch him sleep. I was so amazed to see how big he's become. I remember when we brought him home from the hospital. He was so tiny in his crib. We didn't think he would ever fill up the crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now 12 years later, his last before being a full-fledged teenager he has grown into this real little (or big) man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm filled with awe and pride and I hope that this year and the years to come are always filled with good health and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy loves you Zach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read Daddy's perspective on being the father of a 12 year old go &lt;a href="http://writteninc.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-116191414416981797?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/116191414416981797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=116191414416981797' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/116191414416981797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/116191414416981797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-little-man-is-12.html' title='My little man is 12!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-116155249883463511</id><published>2006-10-22T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T17:28:18.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;It's a grey Sunday here...but the mood is more uplifting. I think the cold is finally on it's way out and now I just have to get rid of my eye infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really nice day. The kids all had activities this afternoon so Carmi and I got to go out for coffee and then explore our newly renovated Wal-Mart.  I know Carmi hates the Wal-Mart philosophy but you sure can't beat the prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughs at me, but I have sunk to a new all time low. Imagine being excited that a new grocery store is open and walking around like a kid in the proverbial candy store.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can't help it, but things like that excite me.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can now get my groceries and shmooze the rest of the store all at one time. The best part is they are open till 9 on Sundays. I know, sad, sad girl. I can here you saying it now! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice just to be able to do something just the 2 of us. We actually got to hold hands as we strolled in the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope what ever you did or will be doing today is enjoyable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the last bit of the weekend and look forward to a great week ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-116155249883463511?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/116155249883463511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=116155249883463511' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/116155249883463511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/116155249883463511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-sunday.html' title='It&apos;s Sunday'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-116145427506721502</id><published>2006-10-21T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T15:40:58.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so blah here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;Well the weekend is here...and it's really blah. The weather is gloomy and that seems to be the mood in our house.  I had all these plans for cleaning and laundry today...but just don't have the energy to do it, or fight with anybody in the house to do it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am doing what any other person would do. I'm curling up with a good book (or trashy...whatever the case may be) and having a nice hot cup of tea. Anyone who really knows me knows that I am still feeling under the weather if I am opting for tea instead of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house and the laundry can wait a little while longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's your turn: &lt;/b&gt;What do you do to cheer yourself up when you are feeling gloomy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-116145427506721502?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/116145427506721502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=116145427506721502' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/116145427506721502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/116145427506721502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-so-blah-here.html' title='It&apos;s so blah here!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10738152.post-116137923271814194</id><published>2006-10-20T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T17:20:32.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Glad It's the Weekend!</title><content type='html'>I am so glad it's the weekend. This cold is really getting me down. I was in bed and asleep by 9:30 last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a stew well stewing in the oven. I'm in my comfy sweats and I'm going to go read for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have lots of company coming next week for Zach's 12th (yikes) birthday.  We clean tomorrow, but I will rest and relax tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you are doing this weekend have lots of fun and be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10738152-116137923271814194?l=imaof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/feeds/116137923271814194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10738152&amp;postID=116137923271814194' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/116137923271814194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10738152/posts/default/116137923271814194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaof3.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-glad-its-weekend.html' title='I&apos;m Glad It&apos;s the Weekend!'/><author><name>MorahMommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459319126426867558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W7RdAnZH2s/TI9xvEwA13I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V-lg2NQuDjo/S220/DSCF5133.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
