<?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-2208385130459093601</id><updated>2011-10-07T08:42:05.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Missy</title><subtitle type='html'>Lil' Missy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208385130459093601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088423443433210201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208385130459093601.post-5218020147386713893</id><published>2009-11-07T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T11:14:12.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doctors I will go.....5 times!!!</title><content type='html'>What an eventful last week!  I think we had a family goal to see how many times we could visit the doctor last week.  Me, Vandi, Zoey, and Izaak decided we all wanted a turn. Some of us wanted to make it twice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the week Vandi and I went to the doctors. Lucky for me, mine was only a check up.  I wish my children had been so fortunate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vandi had been running a fever for a couple of days.  I thought it might be an ear infection. Luckily it was only a cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey went in for thrush on a different day. Thrush is miserable. I didn't realize it at the time that little Vandi had it too. Therefore, I got thrush as well.  I didn't want to go back to the doctor again for me and I was just at Vandi's doctor for Zoey.  We decided one doctors appointment a week per person was plenty. So, I called the doctor for me and Vandi instead.  Needless to say the girls in this family have been a bit irritable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The icing on the cake was Thursday night when Izaak was sitting on the back of the couch, crawling across it, and enjoying a piece of bread and butter. Izaak was singing his little heart out about how much he loved bread and butter, when he slipped and fell breaking his right arm.  I was out enjoying a nice, quiet, late night walk around the neighborhood when Blake drove up with the news.  We rushed into the emergency room at around 9:00 pm. and didn't leave until 2:00 am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so grateful for the doctor there that night.  Izaak had a good break and one orthopedic surgeon said to just rap it.  The doctor didn't like that call and called another surgeon to come adjust the bones.  Izaak's arm would have healed crooked otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a lot of blessings that night.  Grandpa Robert happened to be visiting so he was able to stay and watch our girls.  Thank you Grandpa Robert! Izaak had a great doctor that did the best she could for him.  And just to show Heavenly Father was taking care of the situation and watching out for our little Izaak, there was a show about volcanoes on t.v. just for him.  Izaak is fascinated with volcanoes right now.  I love Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izaak had another appointment today and got his blue cast put on.  He looks so cute! It hasn't slowed him down a bit.  In fact, I think it's made him even more determined to do it "by himself". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mist of all of this chaos. Blake and I were asked to speak in church.  I learned a couple of important things.  The spirit is always there to help and two not to complain if life seems to be same old same old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208385130459093601-5218020147386713893?l=blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5218020147386713893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208385130459093601&amp;postID=5218020147386713893' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208385130459093601/posts/default/5218020147386713893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208385130459093601/posts/default/5218020147386713893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com/2009/11/doctors-i-will-go5-times.html' title='The Doctors I will go.....5 times!!!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088423443433210201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208385130459093601.post-985551509114757422</id><published>2009-08-17T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:51:48.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 favorite things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SoozosZt4uI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Y5EXNTtZbmk/s1600-h/IMGP2574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SoozosZt4uI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Y5EXNTtZbmk/s320/IMGP2574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371162279799546594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SoozDvbblSI/AAAAAAAAADs/DlyQQ16ChCY/s1600-h/IMGP2526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SoozDvbblSI/AAAAAAAAADs/DlyQQ16ChCY/s320/IMGP2526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371161644956882210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just some days I need to be reminded of why I know I love, life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-Invention. We live in a world of simplicity, but I find myself asking "Why are things so complicated?" I love the fact I can be indoors when it is cold or hot and it remains 74 degrees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-My health. (Especially now that social medicine could be our only option). I'm curious how long I would have had to wait in line to get a c-section with my twins? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Sorry some of these have been on a sarcastic note, but this blog just wouldn't be complete without the Butler sarcasm or should I say the Wright humor. (I can't believe I just wrote that).  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8-Waking up in the mountains after a cool night camping, the smell of campfire floating through the air, wind rustling the leaves of the willowy aspen trees, and the sound of the stillness when I'm reflecting upon the beautiful creations that Heavenly Father has given to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-Chocolate.  Need I say more?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-Reading a great book only to find I wish it weren't over. Often,inspiring me to write a story of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-Soaking in a hot bubble bath. AAAHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-People make me happy.  Life would be so dull without friends and family to share it.  I love meeting new people, they are so interesting.  The experiences of others can be inspiring and uplifting.  I also find it teaches me understanding and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-My children.  Heavenly Father knew I would learn my greatest lessons from my children. My heart is so full as I see their little smiles and witness the simple greatness of their ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-My husband.  I love having my best friend by my side. The hand that lets me know the only way I fail, is if I do not try.  The smile that tells me don't worry about tomorrow you still have today to give. The hug when things get tough that reminds me I am loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Inspiration. The knowledge that there is a loving Father in Heaven.  Knowing that Jesus is the Christ the Savior of mankind.  A prophet to lead us back to them. Words of scripture that teach us of these things and  the spirit that manifests of these truths.  This prompts me to move forward and keeps my spirits high. I love this life and all it's goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208385130459093601-985551509114757422?l=blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com/feeds/985551509114757422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208385130459093601&amp;postID=985551509114757422' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208385130459093601/posts/default/985551509114757422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208385130459093601/posts/default/985551509114757422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-favorite-things.html' title='10 favorite things'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088423443433210201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SoozosZt4uI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Y5EXNTtZbmk/s72-c/IMGP2574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208385130459093601.post-1325050126451380287</id><published>2009-05-07T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:55:40.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vandi and Zoey were blessed last Sunday.  Blessings are one of my most favorite things about having a new baby.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/Sg2z6Pz3qLI/AAAAAAAAACs/aV02Mgofbdw/s1600-h/DSC_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/Sg2z6Pz3qLI/AAAAAAAAACs/aV02Mgofbdw/s320/DSC_0158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336118946761779378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am continually amazed how well our Heavenly Father knows us and on such an personal level.  It was shown to me once again in my two little girls blessings.  Zoey has such a sweet, happy and charming personality, people are drawn to her.  Vandi has a very bright light and has the ability to bless peoples lives through her light.  Both blessings are so special.  I'm so grateful to my Heavenly Father for His goodness. (Zoey left Vandi right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/Sg25HG-_KbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3B_3L8i3vJw/s1600-h/DSC_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 16px 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/Sg25HG-_KbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3B_3L8i3vJw/s320/DSC_0162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336124665288927666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake is such an amazing husband I'm so grateful he was able to give our little ones their blessings from Heavenly Father.  Blakes spirit amazes me.  He has the ability to say what needs to be said and their is not a person that would argue it is from God.  Thanks Blake I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed having our friends and family around us at this special occasion.  It makes the occasion even greater.  Thank you for all your love and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings were sweet this day.  I could feel the love and peace the spirit brought upon us as we prepared for this day.  The moment the powers of the priesthood were encircled, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/Sg2zK5ANz1I/AAAAAAAAACk/PGNB5SOP0b0/s1600-h/DSC_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/Sg2zK5ANz1I/AAAAAAAAACk/PGNB5SOP0b0/s320/DSC_0111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336118133185695570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my heart filled with love for my Heavenly Father and Savior Jesus Christ and the life that has been made possible through Them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dresses we choice have sentimental reasons behind them.  Zoey is wearing my blessing dress and Vandi is wearing a dress her great great grandmother crocheted for my mom when she was a baby.  Both looked so beautiful.  I look forward to see them dressed in white two more times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2208385130459093601-1325050126451380287?l=blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com/feeds/1325050126451380287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208385130459093601&amp;postID=1325050126451380287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208385130459093601/posts/default/1325050126451380287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208385130459093601/posts/default/1325050126451380287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com/2009/05/blessed-day.html' title='Blessed Day!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088423443433210201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/Sg2z6Pz3qLI/AAAAAAAAACs/aV02Mgofbdw/s72-c/DSC_0158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208385130459093601.post-6709387152206376722</id><published>2009-04-16T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:34:51.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three-Year-Old's Guide to Staging a Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We've relaxed right into routine of feeding, changing diapers, sleeping, changing diapers, and changing more diapers.  We were going through about a 100 diapers a week.   Just as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;were getting comfortable with everything Blake and I started feeling the impression it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ime to sell our h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ouse.  Why n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ot? Let's add that to the diaper changing list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SgzgKTmssrI/AAAAAAAAACc/zRE5jqYOfVA/s1600-h/IMGP1213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SgzgKTmssrI/AAAAAAAAACc/zRE5jqYOfVA/s320/IMGP1213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335886126193095346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Full speed ahead.  We got things going.  We called a realtor to get some info.  After some discus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sion and prayer we decided to do for sale by owner and wait a month to sign with a realtor.  The neighbors were shocked to see our little sign.  Blake took some pictures and posted o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ur home on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; KSL.  I went to wallpapering the basement. (Talk about juggling). We started getting calls immediately and not even 2 weeks later an offer.  Another miracle.  Blake and I planned on selling in the near future.  If it were up to us we'd still be talking about it.  I'm so glad Heavenly Father is taking care of us and nudges us forward.  If we had waited any longer I'm sure we would have missed our opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SgzflyjbBQI/AAAAAAAAACU/JSD7pAdOhzI/s1600-h/IMGP0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SgzflyjbBQI/AAAAAAAAACU/JSD7pAdOhzI/s320/IMGP0907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335885498845693186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these 2 weeks of craziness, Izaak, decided to be an almost, 3 year old.   The twins have been a piece of cake in comparison.  When t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;rying to sell a house I have a few pointers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st make sure your maple syrup is locked up tight, otherwise a 3 year old will pour it all over your floor.  It is very hard to clean out of carpet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd handsoap is also pourable in a 3 year old hands.  It will make bathroom carpet smell better, but suds just keep coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SgzN2GYmXII/AAAAAAAAAB0/Woq_dgB_vvE/s1600-h/IMGP0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SgzN2GYmXII/AAAAAAAAAB0/Woq_dgB_vvE/s320/IMGP0877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335865987837615234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3rd even if you take your 3 year old to grandmas house and your own house stays clean; warn grandma to lock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;up the vaseline, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mentholatum, and toothpaste.  Vaseline and mentholotum don't make a very pretty wall art and definitely don't take stains out of couch cushions!  And aquafresh toothpaste is not made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; to soften carpet fibers.  Izaak also discovered that at grandma's house salt is not only for flavoring food.  All you have to do with salt is make salt piles every foot or so throughout grandma's and grandpa's house.  A five pound box of salt makes this all possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4th flourescent lights do not make good drumsticks! Need I say more.  Glass every where!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And 5th if you think there is nothing else your 3 year old can possibly make a mess with, think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; a-gain!  Especially if this little mastermind has a cousin about the same age, it is a disaster.  Make sure you have a steam vac for this one.   Dry wall mud takes a long time to clean off of drums, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;treadmills, safes,radios,                                                                                                                         and carpets.  DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SgzPP5S0T6I/AAAAAAAAACE/jv-RJNe9UIA/s1600-h/IMGP0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SgzPP5S0T6I/AAAAAAAAACE/jv-RJNe9UIA/s320/IMGP0915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335867530511929250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SgzPQGx29zI/AAAAAAAAACM/8ViRN9vMPy4/s1600-h/IMGP0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SgzPQGx29zI/AAAAAAAAACM/8ViRN9vMPy4/s320/IMGP0918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335867534131787570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Izaak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is still breat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SgzPPpQkdXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ETNIhKl8yAM/s1600-h/IMGP0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SgzPPpQkdXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ETNIhKl8yAM/s320/IMGP0913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335867526207534450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208385130459093601-6709387152206376722?l=blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com/feeds/6709387152206376722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208385130459093601&amp;postID=6709387152206376722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208385130459093601/posts/default/6709387152206376722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208385130459093601/posts/default/6709387152206376722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com/2009/04/three-year-olds-guide-to-staging-home.html' title='Three-Year-Old&apos;s Guide to Staging a Home'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088423443433210201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SgzgKTmssrI/AAAAAAAAACc/zRE5jqYOfVA/s72-c/IMGP1213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208385130459093601.post-2873923835686634945</id><published>2009-04-16T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:33:38.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies When You're Having Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/Sj61HGc7xTI/AAAAAAAAADk/TuwoOaQq_T4/s1600-h/1928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/Sj61HGc7xTI/AAAAAAAAADk/TuwoOaQq_T4/s320/1928.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349912540958410034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We are  loving our crazy busy lives!  Where to begin? The last couple of months are a blur.  So I guess I'll start with the labor ......( Hold on tight I can talk :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thursday night, about 10 pm ,before the gir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ls birth I noticed I was having regular braxton contractions, not painful at all, but regular.  They timed about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;20 minutes apart.  By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4 am I was timing the contractions to be 8 minutes apart.  I decided to call the hospital to ask if I should come in.  They responded that with the contractions being 8 minutes apart there was no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;rush.  Then I told them I was having twins and at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;38 1/2 weeks and scheduled for c-section --" Oh, wow, yeah come on in!"  They seemed surprised I was still holding the twins in. ( They&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; obviously don't know me very well:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My sweet mom came over to stay with Izaak at 4 in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;morning.  Thanks mom your so great! Blake and I were off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We were so excited!  We were hoping they wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;send us home because I wasn't feeling any pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n and wondered if we were getting to excited.  Lucky for us they checked me and found I was already dilated to a 5.  Any longer the pain would have started.   I sure didn't want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/Sj6ybfWR1lI/AAAAAAAAADM/uQf8EeAG0bY/s1600-h/1951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/Sj6ybfWR1lI/AAAAAAAAADM/uQf8EeAG0bY/s320/1951.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349909592703882834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;go through hard labor and then a c-section.   Dr. Craig Hurst was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;called and we were scheduled for surgery at 9 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They wheeled me in to the operating room and prepped for the epidural.  I guess I must have gotten really nervous about being cut open or something because all the sudden I got the most excrutiating head ache and I started to black out.  They had to lay me down and l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;et m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tch my breath and get the blood flowing again.  The epidural kicked in quickly, it's always a weird feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dr. Hurst arrived and looked at me and said "Somebody mess up her make-up or so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mething.  Everything has gone so perfectly for her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The c-section was the craziest feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.  I could feel the pressure and pulling and the next thing I knew Zoey was born and seriously not even a second later Vandi was born.  Both as cute as can be, I might add.   Zoey weighed 6 lbs. 2 oz. and 18 1/2 inches and Vandi weighed 6 lbs. 1 oz.  and 18 inches.   Two beautiful little miracles.  A baby coming into the world is always an emotional moment.  We were blessed with two emotional moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/Sj6x8oCDNAI/AAAAAAAAADE/byeUqLFcsUI/s1600-h/2114+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/Sj6x8oCDNAI/AAAAAAAAADE/byeUqLFcsUI/s320/2114+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349909062459012098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They really are little miracles.  The whole pregnancy not to mention before they were even born. That is a whole other story.  I will write about that a little later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The hospital stay was a good experience. The nurses were all great.  My recovery was quick.  After only 2 weeks my doctor said no restrictions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our families, friends, ward and neighbors are the greatest!  We have been so blessed with so many friends and guardian angels.  We want to thank every one for all your love and support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The first 2 weeks were sleepless, needless to say.  The first week after we arrived home Blake and I together totaled maybe 10 hours o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;f sleep.  The only way we could sleep was if we each held a baby and layed on the couch. I have to say the sleep we did get was very restless.  We wouldn't change a thing.  The memories are so precious.&lt;/span&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/2208385130459093601-2873923835686634945?l=blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com/feeds/2873923835686634945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208385130459093601&amp;postID=2873923835686634945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208385130459093601/posts/default/2873923835686634945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208385130459093601/posts/default/2873923835686634945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-flies-when-youre-having-fun.html' title='Time Flies When You&apos;re Having Fun'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088423443433210201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/Sj61HGc7xTI/AAAAAAAAADk/TuwoOaQq_T4/s72-c/1928.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208385130459093601.post-5456248399987058405</id><published>2009-02-20T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:09:31.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Bubble Burst</title><content type='html'>Zoey Jean and Vandi Lynn arrived today.  We feel so blessed to have them come to our family.  Both are healthy and strong, and Missy is doing really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pictures.  First we have Vandi making her angry face, and Zoey is next sleeping peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmzKY_cCKmI/SZ-LGP1DpQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LgJKbXJzjiM/s1600-h/IMGP0498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmzKY_cCKmI/SZ-LGP1DpQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LgJKbXJzjiM/s320/IMGP0498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305111825510278402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmzKY_cCKmI/SZ-L2kPHsaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aKqqs_iWr3U/s1600-h/IMGP0489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmzKY_cCKmI/SZ-L2kPHsaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aKqqs_iWr3U/s320/IMGP0489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305112655622025634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208385130459093601-5456248399987058405?l=blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5456248399987058405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208385130459093601&amp;postID=5456248399987058405' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208385130459093601/posts/default/5456248399987058405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208385130459093601/posts/default/5456248399987058405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com/2009/02/double-bubble-burst.html' title='Double Bubble Burst'/><author><name>Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617667924767236306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmzKY_cCKmI/SZ-LGP1DpQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LgJKbXJzjiM/s72-c/IMGP0498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208385130459093601.post-5544595877777067653</id><published>2009-02-14T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:33:09.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Bubble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SZexfokCgJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JId8GhAJnmQ/s1600-h/missypreg1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SZexfokCgJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JId8GhAJnmQ/s320/missypreg1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302902243274686610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd show off my "double-bubble".  Blake took a couple of pictures to help me remember.  I also took measurements.  It wrapped up at a wopping 42 inches, 3 1/2 feet.  Did anyone know skin could stretch like this?  I'm at almost 38 weeks which is so great.  Most twins don't go this long.   My ribs are telling me I should be done, but that doesn't seem to be the determining factor, as to when babies are born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving the comments and the expressions I receive any where I go.  Most people just stare.  Others I overhear saying "she looks like she's going to pop!"  Some will casually ask, "When are you due?"  My response, "I hope tomorrow."  That usually gets a laugh and a reply, "Yeah, you are looking very uncomfortable."   Does it show that much, I wonder?  Maybe it's the waddle I've acquired or the fact my stomach is 2 feet in front of me.  I don't know.   It has been fun, but yes I am so ready to get our little cuties here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SZeykMfwmmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tD3O3BfZ-3A/s1600-h/Izaaksnow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SZeykMfwmmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tD3O3BfZ-3A/s320/Izaaksnow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302903421151517282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SZezu23b61I/AAAAAAAAABE/1GytTYQZEos/s1600-h/bla%26Izasnow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SZezu23b61I/AAAAAAAAABE/1GytTYQZEos/s320/bla%26Izasnow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302904703835433810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to add some pictures I love.  A couple are of Blake and Izaak's  snow day.  Blake had promised to take Izaak out to make a snow man.  As you can see there wasn't much snow.   It didn't bother Izaak one bit, he had so much fun with his daddy. He especially enjoyed  throwing snow out in the road and at our huge bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The other picture is of Izaak and me making cookies.  I've been sitting down to cook a lot more lately, and it has been so fun because Izaak loves to help.  Izaak will climb on my lap and pour in the ingredients.  His favorite part is the sampling.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SZe13Wkc3-I/AAAAAAAAABM/jEGwcBc1CgU/s1600-h/mis%26Izacookies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SZe13Wkc3-I/AAAAAAAAABM/jEGwcBc1CgU/s320/mis%26Izacookies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302907048807948258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208385130459093601-5544595877777067653?l=blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5544595877777067653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208385130459093601&amp;postID=5544595877777067653' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208385130459093601/posts/default/5544595877777067653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208385130459093601/posts/default/5544595877777067653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com/2009/02/double-bubble.html' title='Double Bubble'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088423443433210201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SZexfokCgJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JId8GhAJnmQ/s72-c/missypreg1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208385130459093601.post-5234933679720486702</id><published>2009-01-30T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:59:05.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was soooo boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SY_TxfUIutI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oLcLm72Sp2w/s1600-h/izaak-emers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SY_TxfUIutI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oLcLm72Sp2w/s320/izaak-emers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300688133611371218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today was soooo boring. Good thing,  it made me start a Blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm finally ready to let Blake show me how this blogging works!  Poor Blake. Last time I tried to blog I was done with it after 5 minutes.  I decided I'd rather wash dishes.  Thankfully I have lots of good examples who write blogs that keep making me want to try again!  Also, I find it to be the only way I will keep up a journal of what is going on in my great life.  I want to remember it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While awaiting our twin girls,  I have found my house painted, organized and clean.  With all that done,  I've turned to following Izaak around, smothering him and making Blake rearrange furniture.  I'm pretty sure they are excited for me to have my hands full so they can have some breathing room.  But hey my house looks great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down to weekly doctor appointments, it's so exciting!  Last appointment the girls were measuring 5lbs 2oz. and 5lbs 3oz.  they look healthy and have cute chubby cheeks.  Possibilities of C-section are pretty high, one of our little cuties is breech and it happens to be twin A (meaning the first baby born). I feel her in there moving constantly,  as if she is trying to get into position, hopefully.  I'm grateful for the reassurance that C-sections are actually not so bad.   I am however having a hard time thinking it's okay to be cut open.  I watched a cow get a C-section the other day on the show Dirty Jobs and it didn't look very fun.  Blake changed the channel so I don't know how everything turned out for the cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a race going on among the sisters-in-law.  On my side of the family, 3 of us, Andie, Jillian and I are due with babies within days of each other.  I'm included in this only because twins come a little early.  On Blake's  side of the family his sister Vandi and I are racing.   Also, we are so excited our sister-in-law Bethany is due coming up shortly.  Lots and lots of babies!  I can't help to know Heavenly Father has his hands in all of this.  These little spirits have a plan!  It is going to be a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Izaak is definitely sensing a change is coming.  I admit he is my biggest concern.  He's been our whole world for almost 3 years now.  I pray we can help him adjust smoothly.  We try to include him in our conversations of the girls,  but most the time he avoids the subject and wants to talk about something else all together.  I didn't know 2 year olds were so good at avoiding things they don't want to talk about or do.   On the other hand sometimes Izaak will talk to the babies in my tummy and give them kisses.  He is already protective of them.  When the snow falls he wants to shovel the walks so they won't fall (or me not fall I guess) so the sisters don't get hurt.  It's pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake is the best husband!  He has helped me out so much.  I hope he knows how much I love and appreciate him.   With my round little tummy Blake has had to pick up a lot of slack.  Helping with things around the house, taking care of Izaak more, and working his full time job.  It can be a bit much, but he never complains.   Thank you Blake!  I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog has turned out to be longer than I planned.  I'm pretty sure I'm going to like this.  All of you that know me, know that I can talk!  The good side is you don't have to listen to me babble on and you only have to read if you want to.  Lucky!   I hope I can learn to put pictures on here too and learn fun posts to do, so it's not just babbling.    I also hope,  I can repost before next year.  No promises!  I've got double duty (take that how you will) coming up here soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2208385130459093601-5234933679720486702?l=blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5234933679720486702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208385130459093601&amp;postID=5234933679720486702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208385130459093601/posts/default/5234933679720486702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208385130459093601/posts/default/5234933679720486702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakeslilmissy.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-was-soooo-boring.html' title='Today was soooo boring'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088423443433210201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxSvwK3qevE/SY_TxfUIutI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oLcLm72Sp2w/s72-c/izaak-emers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
