<?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-538955339503418208</id><updated>2011-10-03T21:30:14.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan's Three Kid Circus</title><subtitle type='html'>Chaos, Love, Beauty, Fun, Excitement = Motherhood of 3 young children.  This blog captivates the REAL emotions, experiences, and challenges of being a mom to two rambunctious boys and one beautiful, dramatic girl :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-178449100262040172</id><published>2011-09-05T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T11:57:31.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizzy turns 3! at OneTrueMedia.com</title><content type='html'>Wow!  It has been SO long since I posted on my blog!  Life with 3 little ones has kept me extremely busy.  Here is a montage of my littlest one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=f0c795bbf22cef8785936e" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=f0c795bbf22cef8785936e&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt5" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make a video - it's fun, easy and free!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.onetruemedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-178449100262040172?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/178449100262040172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=178449100262040172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/178449100262040172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/178449100262040172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2011/09/lizzy-turns-3-at-onetruemediacom.html' title='Lizzy turns 3! at OneTrueMedia.com'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-1559709231979821085</id><published>2010-09-15T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T21:35:58.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now you need to get me a baby, mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TJGemHMnPvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/RhvU0pqlIw8/s1600/Matthew+feeding+CJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TJGemHMnPvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/RhvU0pqlIw8/s320/Matthew+feeding+CJ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517365396109737714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not having another baby, but my good friend did :) so Matthew, Elizabeth and I ventured over to visit 6 day old CJ.  Wow - what a perfect little angel!  It sure got my uterus jumping ;)  Such a blessing and miracle!  Matthew and Elizabeth got to hold him - so precious!  Matthew even wanted to feed him a bottle.  He was so gentle with the baby.  It made me sad that I won't be doing that again :(  As we left, Matthew told me, "Now you need to get ME a baby, mom."  Sorry, they don't sell those at the store, honey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-1559709231979821085?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1559709231979821085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=1559709231979821085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1559709231979821085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1559709231979821085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/09/now-you-need-to-get-me-baby-mom.html' title='Now you need to get me a baby, mom...'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TJGemHMnPvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/RhvU0pqlIw8/s72-c/Matthew+feeding+CJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-6635901958159409083</id><published>2010-09-15T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T21:29:33.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Grade Here He Comes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TJGdFhlnFFI/AAAAAAAAAT8/74rJRLKQ88M/s1600/Mo+and+Joseph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TJGdFhlnFFI/AAAAAAAAAT8/74rJRLKQ88M/s320/Mo+and+Joseph.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517363736746595410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TJGdFTEZDxI/AAAAAAAAAT0/gHGX4-YZXtk/s1600/1st+grade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TJGdFTEZDxI/AAAAAAAAAT0/gHGX4-YZXtk/s320/1st+grade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517363732849168146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph has always been SO independent (what is with my children?!), and I am so proud of who he is.  I found out the day before school started that he was selected to be in a 1st/2nd grade combination class this year.  I had mixed emotions about it, knowing that it will be a challenge not only for the 1st grade students but also for the teacher.  After thinking a while, I became so incredibly proud of this little 6 year old boy who I am blessed to call my son :)  He is very smart (but what parent doesn't think that about their child, right?), outgoing, confident, independent and competitive, which is why I believe that this class is perfect for him.  Sorry for he bragging session, but hey, I'm a proud mom!  It has been 3 days since he started, and he LOVES his new class so I pray that he always feels this way about school.  As a teacher before having my kids, my ONLY goal with my students was that they &lt;strong&gt;enjoyed&lt;/strong&gt; school.  In my eyes, Joseph's teacher must be doing something right because he wakes up ready, excited and eager to go to 1st grade :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-6635901958159409083?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6635901958159409083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=6635901958159409083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/6635901958159409083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/6635901958159409083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/09/1st-grade-here-he-comes.html' title='1st Grade Here He Comes...'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TJGdFhlnFFI/AAAAAAAAAT8/74rJRLKQ88M/s72-c/Mo+and+Joseph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-4016813311949257463</id><published>2010-09-15T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T21:19:23.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Beautiful Daughter of Mine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TJGan5U67uI/AAAAAAAAATs/Q9-OCMxTRYA/s1600/toenails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TJGan5U67uI/AAAAAAAAATs/Q9-OCMxTRYA/s320/toenails.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517361028699713250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TJGanmqCINI/AAAAAAAAATk/6o_DMMJPoFs/s1600/singing+happy+doo+doo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TJGanmqCINI/AAAAAAAAATk/6o_DMMJPoFs/s320/singing+happy+doo+doo+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517361023687991506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TJGanTvOjYI/AAAAAAAAATc/v9RgWtKmy7o/s1600/Stunning+2+year+old+Lizzie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TJGanTvOjYI/AAAAAAAAATc/v9RgWtKmy7o/s320/Stunning+2+year+old+Lizzie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517361018609503618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth turned 2, and it was bittersweet for Mommy :)  I always want to hold on to my "babies," and when they grow so fast it breaks my heart.  She becomes more and more beautiful and independent each day.  What a blessing to the world she is!  Here is a montage of her 2nd year of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.onetruemedia.com/otm_site/view_shared?p=bc8768d9955cf6a7cb990d&amp;skin_id=701&amp;utm_source=otm&amp;utm_medium=email&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-4016813311949257463?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4016813311949257463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=4016813311949257463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/4016813311949257463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/4016813311949257463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-beautiful-daughter-of.html' title='Happy Birthday, Beautiful Daughter of Mine!'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TJGan5U67uI/AAAAAAAAATs/Q9-OCMxTRYA/s72-c/toenails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-2633995870751029800</id><published>2010-09-15T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T21:13:48.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer flew by!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TJGZVjwbDMI/AAAAAAAAATU/WI5K08t-ujc/s1600/Joseph+and+Ella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TJGZVjwbDMI/AAAAAAAAATU/WI5K08t-ujc/s320/Joseph+and+Ella.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517359614160211138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TJGZVXaNzrI/AAAAAAAAATM/fWxEdV5i53U/s1600/E40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TJGZVXaNzrI/AAAAAAAAATM/fWxEdV5i53U/s320/E40.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517359610845843122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TJGZVK1GQ7I/AAAAAAAAATE/2rLa29j1GR8/s1600/bonfire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TJGZVK1GQ7I/AAAAAAAAATE/2rLa29j1GR8/s320/bonfire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517359607468934066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm still alive and well, but time is flying by so fast!  The summer was busy and fun all in one.  The kids had fun at a bonfire.  We slept in, and were lazy (just like summer should be).  We swam A LOT...Matthew started swimming independently - yay!  Elizabeth started throwing more and more tantrums ;)  Joseph stated that he "broke up" with his girlfriend, who we didn't see much during the summer :)  And now summer is over, and the chaos of school days begins - bring on the COFFEE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-2633995870751029800?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2633995870751029800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=2633995870751029800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2633995870751029800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2633995870751029800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-flew-by.html' title='Summer flew by!'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TJGZVjwbDMI/AAAAAAAAATU/WI5K08t-ujc/s72-c/Joseph+and+Ella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-6528219172114868526</id><published>2010-07-07T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T13:26:40.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yearly montage</title><content type='html'>Every year, I plan to make a montage for each of my children, so they can see how much they've grown over the years.  Check out my latest one of Joseph, my big SIX year old :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.onetruemedia.com/otm_site/view_shared?p=b4e5050674e6eb34798ec4&amp;skin_id=601&amp;utm_source=otm&amp;utm_medium=email&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-6528219172114868526?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6528219172114868526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=6528219172114868526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/6528219172114868526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/6528219172114868526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/07/yearly-montage.html' title='Yearly montage'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-6262114229777298050</id><published>2010-07-01T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:20:09.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forced adoption?</title><content type='html'>I never knew that I would want to adopt another child.  Let alone, an older child (older than my oldest).  I have fallen in love with my neighbor's son.  He is 7 1/2 years old, and just the most adorable little boy.  The part that breaks my heart is that he seems to be completely neglected.  His parents both work in the evening, so he is left with his teenage sisters (ages 14 and 18) all the time.  These poor teenage girls are forced to care for him like mothers, pretty much.  Therefore, he is allowed to roam the neighborhood by himself, watch inappropriate movies, and parent himself.  Since meeting him, he has been over here for dinner a lot (not that I mind - I just love him), and he always eats up everything with such great manners like he never eats :(  Elizabeth is IN LOVE with him, and wants to hug and kiss him all the time.  He plays so wonderfully with all three of my kids, giving them piggyback rides and making them laugh.  My boys idolize him, and can't wait to see him every day.  I just want to ADOPT him, seriously.  And to top it all off, he told me yesterday that my house is "better than Disneyland!"  Do you think they'll notice if I keep him (haha just kidding)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-6262114229777298050?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6262114229777298050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=6262114229777298050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/6262114229777298050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/6262114229777298050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/07/forced-adoption.html' title='Forced adoption?'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-1262559759299875309</id><published>2010-07-01T21:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:07:45.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Joseph!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TC1z-ttKroI/AAAAAAAAAS0/HnrtsVXmEjw/s1600/5+and+3+quarters+playing+with+water+table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TC1z-ttKroI/AAAAAAAAAS0/HnrtsVXmEjw/s320/5+and+3+quarters+playing+with+water+table.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489171042092625538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TC1z-JHQyxI/AAAAAAAAASs/eKiuNCLTAUI/s1600/5+and+3+quarters+looking+handsome+on+Easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TC1z-JHQyxI/AAAAAAAAASs/eKiuNCLTAUI/s320/5+and+3+quarters+looking+handsome+on+Easter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489171032269966098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TC1yxI94fPI/AAAAAAAAASk/l7YOeKDBjGI/s1600/6+and+4+year+old+bday+party+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TC1yxI94fPI/AAAAAAAAASk/l7YOeKDBjGI/s320/6+and+4+year+old+bday+party+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489169709380697330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm a little late on posting this, it doesn't mean that I haven't been celebrating my oldest baby turning SIX YEARS OLD!&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph, you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly&lt;br /&gt;energetic&lt;br /&gt;creative&lt;br /&gt;handsome&lt;br /&gt;kind&lt;br /&gt;considerate&lt;br /&gt;empathetic&lt;br /&gt;adorable&lt;br /&gt;charming&lt;br /&gt;passionate&lt;br /&gt;strong willed&lt;br /&gt;driven&lt;br /&gt;competitive&lt;br /&gt;athletic&lt;br /&gt;stubborn&lt;br /&gt;6 years old...WOW, where did the time go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-1262559759299875309?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1262559759299875309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=1262559759299875309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1262559759299875309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1262559759299875309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-joseph.html' title='Happy Birthday, Joseph!'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TC1z-ttKroI/AAAAAAAAAS0/HnrtsVXmEjw/s72-c/5+and+3+quarters+playing+with+water+table.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-7795552899986915445</id><published>2010-06-01T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:11:20.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TAXny0EQHwI/AAAAAAAAASc/MqWoQ_EXL_I/s1600/4+years+old+Matthew+with+siblings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TAXny0EQHwI/AAAAAAAAASc/MqWoQ_EXL_I/s320/4+years+old+Matthew+with+siblings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478039381922029314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grows and grows with each day I've been given as their mom (and stepmom)...WOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-7795552899986915445?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7795552899986915445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=7795552899986915445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/7795552899986915445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/7795552899986915445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-heart.html' title='My heart'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TAXny0EQHwI/AAAAAAAAASc/MqWoQ_EXL_I/s72-c/4+years+old+Matthew+with+siblings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-2553192963010138771</id><published>2010-06-01T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:08:55.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Matthew!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TAXnAQ4P_SI/AAAAAAAAASU/kgPJKbL_ETw/s1600/4+years+old+opening+presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TAXnAQ4P_SI/AAAAAAAAASU/kgPJKbL_ETw/s320/4+years+old+opening+presents.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478038513482988834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came into this world 4 years ago, my baby boy, and have added so much joy and love to my life since then.  Happy Birthday, sweet cuddly Matthew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-2553192963010138771?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2553192963010138771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=2553192963010138771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2553192963010138771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2553192963010138771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-matthew.html' title='Happy Birthday, Matthew!'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/TAXnAQ4P_SI/AAAAAAAAASU/kgPJKbL_ETw/s72-c/4+years+old+opening+presents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-7300516900272543053</id><published>2010-05-15T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T22:02:45.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I LOVE being a mother.  There is no greater reward in life than to have children (in my opinion).  That being said, my husband had to work on Mother's Day, which left me with the kiddos.  I told Joseph that he would need to make me breakfast in bed, but he forgot and said that he "couldn't carry it upstairs because it is too heavy anyway."  My children threw tantrums.  They became needy every time I got on the phone.  The left trails of toys in every room of the house.  They would not listen to anything I said.  HUH?!  Didn't they get the memo that they were supposed to BEHAVE for their mommy on Mother's Day?  Apparently not :)  In the end, I did steal time away with my mom and sister in law for a much needed pedicure (thanks to my brothers and dad!).  And we had a nice BBQ lunch at the lake with my whole family...SO blessed!  I have 3 of the most precious gifts for Mother's Day, and that's all I need in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S-98MaJi59I/AAAAAAAAASM/2GPHOPBrA0s/s1600/20+months,+almost+4+and+almost+6+on+Mother%27s+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S-98MaJi59I/AAAAAAAAASM/2GPHOPBrA0s/s320/20+months,+almost+4+and+almost+6+on+Mother%27s+Day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471728624898074578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-7300516900272543053?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7300516900272543053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=7300516900272543053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/7300516900272543053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/7300516900272543053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S-98MaJi59I/AAAAAAAAASM/2GPHOPBrA0s/s72-c/20+months,+almost+4+and+almost+6+on+Mother%27s+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-6427436357280847735</id><published>2010-05-15T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:55:08.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question answered</title><content type='html'>Tonight as we were watching "The Goonies," Joseph popped another one of his infamous questions.  He asked, "Can girls who are not married be mommies?"  I tried to figure out exactly what triggered the question, and exactly what he was asking.  He frustratedly asked, "I mean, can a girl have babies before she is married?"  Stumbling, fumbling on my own words, I tried to make my answer sound good..."Uh......ummmmm....if God wanted a baby to come before she was married, then yes, she can have babies before she gets married, but it doesn't usually happen that way."  And, yes, that is how I rambled it off.  I just had to chuckle in another room after that conversation because Joseph was born exactly 6 months after his daddy and I got married (can you see where I'm going with this?) Oh, if only I could keep that one a secret forever :)  God brings new life into this world, each with a purpose, each in His timing and plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-6427436357280847735?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6427436357280847735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=6427436357280847735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/6427436357280847735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/6427436357280847735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/05/question-answered.html' title='Question answered'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-8937777604635852876</id><published>2010-04-21T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:57:40.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>Children can say the most profound things when you least expect it.  My 5 year old enlightened me last night as we were reading stories and chatting.  He asked, "How many lives do cats really have?"  I proceeded to tell him that they only have 1 life, just as all humans do.  Well, his reply caught me offguard..."No, Mom, we have 2 lives...1 life here and 1 life in heaven."  Feeling inspired by his unquestioning faith, I asked him what he thought heaven was like.  He responded by saying something that brought a tear to my eye..."Well, if you go there before me (which I pray is God's plan) write me a letter and draw me a picture, and send it down to me."  I'll be sure to ask God for a piece of paper and some crayons when I get there many many years from now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-8937777604635852876?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8937777604635852876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=8937777604635852876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/8937777604635852876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/8937777604635852876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/04/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-9215840024463827317</id><published>2010-04-12T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:34:41.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the first time...</title><content type='html'>I am a "Team Mom!"  My oldest son started T-ball yesterday, and since my husband is coaching he blurted out that I am the TEAM MOM - WHAT?!  As I attempted to introduce myself to the other parents, I held my clingy 19 month old and yelled at my almost 4 year old to "get off your brother!" as he wrestled him to the ground.  Gee, you think I can handle this team mom job when I can't even control my own 3 children?  HAHA  I'm going to try my best.  I'm excited to represent his team (and I'm secretly hoping we kick ass even though they only play for fun LOL).  Pictures to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-9215840024463827317?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/9215840024463827317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=9215840024463827317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/9215840024463827317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/9215840024463827317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-first-time.html' title='For the first time...'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-2937854732027712656</id><published>2010-04-05T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:16:46.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter celebrations</title><content type='html'>The smell of spring flowers in the air, the promise of new life, the plentitude of food shared by family, and the nice church attire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S7rCEUMGGkI/AAAAAAAAASE/2mVyB6fze9o/s1600/Easter+2010+-+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S7rCEUMGGkI/AAAAAAAAASE/2mVyB6fze9o/s320/Easter+2010+-+15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456887277907483202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S7rCEOCTrfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/c1-MIh0jKN0/s1600/Easter+2010+G%27parents+Badaluco+with+all+their+grandkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S7rCEOCTrfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/c1-MIh0jKN0/s320/Easter+2010+G%27parents+Badaluco+with+all+their+grandkids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456887276255817202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S7rCDuWWeqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/YZ-D18REfDs/s1600/Easter+2010+-+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S7rCDuWWeqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/YZ-D18REfDs/s320/Easter+2010+-+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456887267749952162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not compare to the sacrifice that Jesus made for us all.  Jesus SUFFERED tremendously and selflessly for our sins.  He paved the way for us to rejoice in heaven upon our death.  So as I stressed about the food preparations, the house cleaning, the crowded space in my home, the cleaning, the children's behavior (which was great BTW)...God reminded me to slow down with an EARTHQUAKE that not only shook the Earth, but my soul.  Jesus is risen!  Alleluia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-2937854732027712656?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2937854732027712656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=2937854732027712656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2937854732027712656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2937854732027712656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-celebrations.html' title='Easter celebrations'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S7rCEUMGGkI/AAAAAAAAASE/2mVyB6fze9o/s72-c/Easter+2010+-+15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-7139159304731120471</id><published>2010-03-26T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:19:38.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage in his future?</title><content type='html'>Joseph, my 5 year old going on 25, was rambling on about anything and everything today as usual when I heard him say "I'm not ever getting married."  Concerned and surprised, I said "are you sure you are never getting married?"  He proceeded to tell me "Well, ok, I'll get married but we'll be separated."  ?????.....long pause, "We will be married, but live in separate houses on the same street so we can see each other whenever we want."  Maybe that's the secret to a happy marriage? HAHA ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-7139159304731120471?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7139159304731120471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=7139159304731120471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/7139159304731120471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/7139159304731120471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/03/marriage-in-his-future.html' title='Marriage in his future?'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-2880061444286662004</id><published>2010-03-22T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:26:16.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire within my heart</title><content type='html'>A friend asked me tonight "Could you really do it all again?" in reference to having another child.  My answer was immediately "YES!"  I never thought I'd feel this way, but I do.  When I watch my boys enjoy playing with each other so much, I desire just one more.  When I dress up my pretty little girl and am brought to tears by her sweet girliness, I desire just one more.  When I look in the rear view mirror and see my beautiful blessings, I desire just one more.  When I snuggle in bed and read stories to my handsome boys, I desire just one more.  When I sing lullabies and hold my dainty baby girl so close, I desire just one more.  It is not that I don't thoroughly enjoy my children.  It is that each child brings so much more love and joy into our home, and my desiring heart.  It is because I love my children so much that I would LOVE to have just one more, but I won't.  That decision has been made for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-2880061444286662004?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2880061444286662004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=2880061444286662004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2880061444286662004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2880061444286662004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/03/desire-within-my-heart.html' title='Desire within my heart'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-912833048192402920</id><published>2010-03-10T23:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:40:08.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood friendship</title><content type='html'>Remember that one best friend of your childhood who you played with all the time?  Remember the innocence, the goofiness, the pure happiness to be together?  I have a friend whom I have known since we were 6-7 years old.  I moved away when I was 14, but we have stayed in touch all these years by email, letters and phone.  I finally got to visit her (and her baby girl - SO CUTE!) this past weekend - yay!  We had not seen each other in over 6 years.  It all comes back when we are together.  She is a reminder of who I used to be as a young girl.  She represents who I was back then, and who I've become since then.  Such a special bond...just wish we lived closer so our kids can share that bond, too :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-912833048192402920?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/912833048192402920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=912833048192402920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/912833048192402920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/912833048192402920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/03/childhood-friendship.html' title='Childhood friendship'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-1068591274964106261</id><published>2010-03-02T14:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:49:42.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocent "love"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S42VVvX_hOI/AAAAAAAAARo/dbf0eNmk77I/s1600-h/3+and+half+with+girlfriend+Madison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S42VVvX_hOI/AAAAAAAAARo/dbf0eNmk77I/s320/3+and+half+with+girlfriend+Madison.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444171725287687394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S42VVSZW3wI/AAAAAAAAARg/_EeocstMUFU/s1600-h/3+and+half+Matthew+is+in+love+with+Madison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S42VVSZW3wI/AAAAAAAAARg/_EeocstMUFU/s320/3+and+half+Matthew+is+in+love+with+Madison.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444171717508783874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - to be three years old again!  Matthew is so smitten with Madison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-1068591274964106261?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1068591274964106261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=1068591274964106261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1068591274964106261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1068591274964106261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/03/innocent-love.html' title='Innocent &quot;love&quot;'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S42VVvX_hOI/AAAAAAAAARo/dbf0eNmk77I/s72-c/3+and+half+with+girlfriend+Madison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-5197407701242132523</id><published>2010-02-26T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:07:10.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure happiness</title><content type='html'>There are moments as a parent that just bring happy tears to your eyes.  I experienced many of those moments tonight as I ventured out with my 2 handsome boys for a "date."  I took them bowling (1st time for Matthew).  We had Icees.  We went to browse Party City.  And finished the night at McDonald's. Whew!  I found myself cheering, dancing and smiling as my boys threw those bowling balls down the lane with such manly strength (or at least they thought so).  Joseph said "I am having the best time ever!"  Matthew talked more than I've ever heard.  My heart smiled as my boys took each others' hands, and ran off laughing together.  The pure happiness and love within my heart cannot even be expressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-5197407701242132523?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5197407701242132523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=5197407701242132523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/5197407701242132523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/5197407701242132523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/02/pure-happiness.html' title='Pure happiness'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-4592882705766070802</id><published>2010-02-14T23:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:53:08.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must be all that LOVE in the air</title><content type='html'>As Matthew was watching a movie, I just stared at his cute little profile and said "You're so cute, Matthew!"  And his reply was "No I'm not, Mom.  Madison is cute!"  He's got it bad :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-4592882705766070802?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4592882705766070802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=4592882705766070802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/4592882705766070802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/4592882705766070802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/02/must-be-all-that-love-in-air.html' title='Must be all that LOVE in the air'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-6299036033664360077</id><published>2010-02-14T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:51:09.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am THAT mom</title><content type='html'>As I've mentioned before, my oldest has several girlfriends in kindergarten (gulp!), and he often has his "#1 girlfriend" over to our house to play.  Well, today as he was crying about not being able to go swimming (the pool is FREEZING) with her, she came over to play while her mom went to get her swimsuit.  The "tell what I'm thinking" part of my personality came out, and I blurted out, "Joseph was just crying because he wants to play with you."  Um huh?  My 5 1/2 year old (going on 25 years old) yelled out "NO I WASN'T!"  Way to go, Mom!  I've officially entered the stage of parenthood where the parent must "butt out" of situations.  Sorry to embarrass you, son...I'll bite my tongue next time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-6299036033664360077?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6299036033664360077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=6299036033664360077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/6299036033664360077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/6299036033664360077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-that-mom.html' title='I am THAT mom'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-2314387562496048162</id><published>2010-02-05T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:50:10.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud big brother</title><content type='html'>I really wish I had pictures to post, but I forgot my camera as I witnessed one of the sweetest moments between my children this morning.  My kindergartener was the "star of the week," and was able to share anyone/anything today, so he decided to share his baby sister and brother :)  He was beaming as he answered questions about Elizabeth.  Elizabeth, being the ham she is, posed for the teacher's camera and smiled as the class sang her a song.  Matthew proudly rose his hand, and shared that his sister is "allergic to eggs."  Joseph dearly loves his siblings, and there is no greater gift for a parent than to know this.  I takes me back to when Joseph was barely 2 years old sitting in the backseat of our tiny Honda Civic next to newborn Matthew in his carseat.  His little voice exclaimed excitedly, "He likes me, Mom!  He really likes me!" as Matthew grabbed onto Joseph's finger.  The smile on Joseph's face said it all.  He was and still is the most PROUD big brother I have ever witnessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-2314387562496048162?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2314387562496048162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=2314387562496048162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2314387562496048162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2314387562496048162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/02/proud-big-brother.html' title='Proud big brother'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-6073969364472944160</id><published>2010-01-31T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:14:27.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, how I've missed FOOD!</title><content type='html'>I may not be breastfeeding anymore, but I am eating YUMMY foods that I could not when I was nursing...yay!  List of things I CAN eat now that I have enjoyed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;pizza&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ice cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reese's peanut butter cups and Snickers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cheese and crackers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cereal with milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;vanilla latte&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;McDonald's cheeseburgers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eggs and toast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pancakes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pasta (made with wheat)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;More to come :)  Although it was sad to end breastfeeding, I am enjoying my little girl in so many other ways.  She is such a character, and I cherish every moment with her.  We will be forever bonded, in that I am sure.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-6073969364472944160?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6073969364472944160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=6073969364472944160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/6073969364472944160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/6073969364472944160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-how-ive-missed-food.html' title='Oh, how I&apos;ve missed FOOD!'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-2791608661749552599</id><published>2010-01-22T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:27:30.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lover boys</title><content type='html'>I thought when I had boys that I wouldn't need to worry about "love" crushes and girls for a VERY long time.  Well...boy was I wrong!  Both of my boys LOVE the girls already.  Joseph says he has 3 girlfriends in kindergarten.  And, Matthew, oh Matthew has the biggest crush at age 3.  Sweet, little Madison has captured him completely, and it is the sweetest thing.  He talks about her ALL THE TIME.  He waits after preschool so he can hold the gate door open for her (what a gentleman!)  We finally had Madison over to our house today for a playdate, and he was SO excited (and I have to admit that I was a bit nervous for him - haha).  He even made her a valentine with a big red heart.  He wanted me to write "Will you be my girlfriend?" on it, but we opted for "will you be my valentine?"  They played so nicely together.  I just love how soft and passive he plays with girls.  He also tells me "I like girls" all the time.  Guess the worry begins early for my 2 lover boys?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-2791608661749552599?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2791608661749552599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=2791608661749552599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2791608661749552599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2791608661749552599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/01/lover-boys.html' title='Lover boys'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-1654478433472702060</id><published>2010-01-09T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T20:58:18.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of our special time</title><content type='html'>I have breastfed all three of my children, and enjoyed the closeness that it brings to the relationship.  My breastfeeding relationship with Elizabeth has been even more special because I changed my way of living completely to continue nursing her.  She was diagnosed with allergies to wheat, milk, eggs, and peanuts at 5 months old in which I was told that I "must stop" breastfeeding because the diet would be "virtually impossible to follow."  I made the decision that I would do the "virtually impossible" and take all her allergens out of my diet in order to give her the best nutrition (my milk).  Long story short, it was HARD in the beginning, but became easy when I saw her skin looking so beautiful and feeling so baby soft.  I dedicated myself to her completely...eating and feeding her only the foods that contained no allergens.  I LOVED my quiet nursing time with her.  Nobody interrupted us...it was just her and I snuggled up together.  Enough rambling...just wanted to express my sadness that this breastfeeding relationship has come to an end.  I started weaning her from the daytime nursing sessions a few weeks ago, and this past week Elizabeth decided that she no longer needed to breastfeed before bed at night :(  I was ready to continue for a few weeks or month longer with just 1 night feeding, BUT she refused.  I held her, and cried silent tears for the end to such a special time with my "baby" girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I nursed her for 16 MONTHS.  I followed that "virtually impossible" diet for 11 MONTHS.  I gave my daughter the best of me, and I am proud!  And, now I can eat some yummy food...off to eat some pizza! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-1654478433472702060?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1654478433472702060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=1654478433472702060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1654478433472702060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1654478433472702060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/01/end-of-our-special-time.html' title='End of our special time'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-1305602536253956503</id><published>2010-01-09T20:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:38:15.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year 2010! My hopes and prayers for this year are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;to focus on playing with my children instead of cleaning my house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to develop a closer relationship with God, trusting Him in his plans for my life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to reach out to friends more often, and meet regularly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to continue to eat healthy as I feed my daughter her super healthy, allergen-free diet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to choose to be optimistic and happy &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to be more patient with my children and husband &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to help others in need&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all this coming year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rang in the new year with our neighbors/friends. Great food, kid friendly entertainment, and terrific company...the kids ALL stayed up past midnight - wow! 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WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424963993522098690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S0lYAmkrUgI/AAAAAAAAAQg/eMH5snwJoJ0/s320/Ron+celebrating+NYE+with+Megan%27s+mom+and+Pappy.jpg" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S0lYAR3zzpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/IE26DBj8WLo/s1600-h/NYE+with+Megan+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424963987965202066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S0lYAR3zzpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/IE26DBj8WLo/s320/NYE+with+Megan+2009.jpg" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S0lYAM1uEJI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_prbhTZZg8o/s1600-h/NYE+with+Megan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424963986614259858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S0lYAM1uEJI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_prbhTZZg8o/s320/NYE+with+Megan.jpg" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S0lX_7dAjFI/AAAAAAAAAQI/GtaVrP9468w/s1600-h/NYE+2009+with+baby+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424963981947210834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S0lX_7dAjFI/AAAAAAAAAQI/GtaVrP9468w/s320/NYE+2009+with+baby+girl.jpg" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S0lX_l-iwGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/fJP_j0pA3CA/s1600-h/Mommy+and+Lizzie+NYE+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424963976182284386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S0lX_l-iwGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/fJP_j0pA3CA/s320/Mommy+and+Lizzie+NYE+2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-1305602536253956503?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1305602536253956503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=1305602536253956503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1305602536253956503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1305602536253956503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/S0l0oXdF-OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ng_10ikWQ8Q/s72-c/15+and+half+months+NYE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-4052664993151498085</id><published>2009-12-26T23:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:40:46.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas is a time of reflection for me. Reflecting on all that I have been given by God. I just think about Jesus' mother, Mary, on the night of His birth, knowing that she was giving birth to the son of God. Having a child is miraculous, but what an absolute miracle the birth of Jesus was! Each of my children take my breath away. I love them infinitely, but my love is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;minuscule&lt;/span&gt; compared to Jesus' love for them (&amp;amp; you and me). May we see each other through God's eyes, and love each other as He loves us. I pray that you took a moment in between opening presents and eating good food to remember the TRUE meaning of Christmas. Happy Birthday, Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SzcOc_BEFvI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WImXbCGK-wc/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419816567678703346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SzcOc_BEFvI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WImXbCGK-wc/s320/Christmas+2009+085.jpg" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SzcOdArQU_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/mSDuirngVNk/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419816568124101618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SzcOdArQU_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/mSDuirngVNk/s320/Christmas+2009+071.jpg" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SzcOdqGQVzI/AAAAAAAAAP4/MaqQk-B21TA/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419816579243202354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SzcOdqGQVzI/AAAAAAAAAP4/MaqQk-B21TA/s320/Christmas+2009+021.jpg" /&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SzcOc_BEFvI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WImXbCGK-wc/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SzcOdArQU_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/mSDuirngVNk/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+071.jpg"&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SzcOc_BEFvI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WImXbCGK-wc/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+085.jpg"&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/538955339503418208-4052664993151498085?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4052664993151498085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=4052664993151498085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/4052664993151498085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/4052664993151498085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SzcOc_BEFvI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WImXbCGK-wc/s72-c/Christmas+2009+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-7112608388274891222</id><published>2009-12-26T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:25:47.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One step at a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those moments when they reach a new milestone are so precious. When they look up with that beaming smile, your heart just melts. Elizabeth learned how to do something new today - walk up and down steps! Check her out :) (I tried to upload video, but it wasn't working :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SzcK25D_NqI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_i4HVMDNYEE/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419812614710441634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SzcK25D_NqI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_i4HVMDNYEE/s320/Christmas+2009+090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SzcL2lmKKWI/AAAAAAAAAPg/R4ld9Z40lkM/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419813708996684130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SzcL2lmKKWI/AAAAAAAAAPg/R4ld9Z40lkM/s320/Christmas+2009+089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-7112608388274891222?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7112608388274891222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=7112608388274891222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/7112608388274891222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/7112608388274891222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-step-at-time.html' title='One step at a time'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SzcK25D_NqI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_i4HVMDNYEE/s72-c/Christmas+2009+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-4032115164398353168</id><published>2009-12-12T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T10:04:49.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being tested...</title><content type='html'>The garage door is broken...&lt;br /&gt;The heater is broken...&lt;br /&gt;The ants infested our kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;The dishwasher is not working properly...&lt;br /&gt;The van is acting funky...&lt;br /&gt;What is next?&lt;br /&gt;Lord, bring it on...I have complete faith that all will prevail, and something good will come from this adversity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-4032115164398353168?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4032115164398353168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=4032115164398353168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/4032115164398353168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/4032115164398353168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-tested.html' title='Being tested...'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-3252007880195089551</id><published>2009-12-07T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:00:42.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In my daughter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I see myself because she looks JUST like me when I was little :) Check these pictures out! The main difference is the color of our eyes. What do you think? It makes me smile to have a "mini me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sx3PBHHLVUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/IfHuisIBDQk/s1600-h/12+and+half+months+big+toddler.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412709945165174082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sx3PBHHLVUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/IfHuisIBDQk/s320/12+and+half+months+big+toddler.JPG" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sx3PBQHMqSI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Eg9xx4gHtZY/s1600-h/img062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412709947581180194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sx3PBQHMqSI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Eg9xx4gHtZY/s320/img062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-3252007880195089551?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3252007880195089551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=3252007880195089551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/3252007880195089551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/3252007880195089551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-my-daughter.html' title='In my daughter...'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sx3PBHHLVUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/IfHuisIBDQk/s72-c/12+and+half+months+big+toddler.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-591749734761612328</id><published>2009-12-05T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:36:08.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE question answered?</title><content type='html'>So, today my 5 year old and I were relaxing a bit and watching "Shrek the Third" when out came THE QUESTION.  After Fiona tells Shrek she's pregnant, and he is freaking out about it, Joseph casually asks me "How did she get pregnant?  How does the baby get in the belly?"  OMG - WHAT?! is what I was thinking, but I tried to remain calm and answer the question factually.  (GULP!)  I proceeded to say that a man has a seed that gets planted into the woman's uterus (the place where the baby grows), and it grows into a baby.  His reply was "Like a plant?"  And when you reflect on that, we do grow "like a plant," in miraculous stages of development.  He got it (in 5 year old terms).  I just hope that the next question doesn't come for a few years...not ready for that.  Maybe we should just stick with Sesame Street for a while? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-591749734761612328?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/591749734761612328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=591749734761612328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/591749734761612328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/591749734761612328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/12/question-answered.html' title='THE question answered?'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-1960954768565489538</id><published>2009-12-01T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:10:20.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If there was a competition, he would win...(brag session ahead)</title><content type='html'>Let me start by saying that I am guilty of taking my husband for granted...anyone else?  He often time comes home tired from work, and sometimes falls asleep when the kids do (after being up since 4 am), so I end up doing most of the work at home.  BUT, whenever, wherever, however I need him, he is there.  While I was down with pneumonia, not only did he care for the kids, but he cooked, cleaned, AND did laundry.  Like I said before, he is AMAZING.  How many women can say that their husbands could do their job AS GOOD as they could?  I believe that my husband could do it just as good, if not better than me (that is very hard to type, being the prideful, stubborn person I am).  As I came downstairs after being cooped up sick for 2 days, not only were the kids well taken care of, but the house was beautiful (floors mopped, kitchen clean, laundry washed, Christmas decorations out...)  As I said before, I am truly BLESSED!  Thank you, Ron, for going over the top to make ME happy!  It sure made me feel loved :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-1960954768565489538?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1960954768565489538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=1960954768565489538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1960954768565489538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1960954768565489538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-there-was-competition-he-would.html' title='If there was a competition, he would win...(brag session ahead)'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-8470169227314266382</id><published>2009-11-28T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T09:59:14.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>Life is so precious. Every breath, every moment we have should be treasured. Unfortunately, in the midst of all the busyness with children it is hard to see what matters most - that God has granted me one more day to make memories with the people I love. I say this because I thought I might die a couple days ago. After spending Thanksgiving with both my husband's family and mine (it was wonderful), I went home and started feeling AWFUL - chills, aches, then nausea, THEN the left side of my chest, shoulder and ribs started to hurt. My mind ran with thoughts of "Oh my God! I'm having a heart attack. Something is really wrong." I didn't want to take a chance, so I headed to the ER. I spent over 2 hours in the waiting room, waiting to be put in a bed. I was feeling so awful that I had to lay down on the floor until they called me - UGH?! These are the moments that bring me to my knees. I began to pray to God to help me, to give me strength, to watch over my family if it was my time to go...such powerful thoughts in prayer. After spending NINE hours in the ER (they were crazy busy), doing blood tests, an X-ray, an EKG, and tracking my heartrate and blood pressure, it was determined that I have PNEUMONIA - yikes! I'll take that over a heart attack any day. They pumped me with antibiotics, sent me home with 5 prescriptions, and told me to get lots of rest (we'll see how that works with the kiddos). In the end, I am grateful to have this day to hear the chaos of my children downstairs with my wonderful husband caring for them. I am grateful that my children welcomed me at the door with concerned looks when I returned home from the hospital. I am grateful for the gentle hugs, and adoring smiles I receive from my kids. I am grateful for my amazing husband who is cleaning and cooking as I type. Thanksgiving has a whole new meaning for me this year! God has blessed me beyond words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-8470169227314266382?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8470169227314266382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=8470169227314266382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/8470169227314266382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/8470169227314266382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-2186371446322200451</id><published>2009-11-15T20:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:00:27.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Musketeers</title><content type='html'>Look at the adoration in Matthew's face :)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SwDcRFBCJkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/qMF66EmZSAQ/s1600/14+months+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404561738806994498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SwDcRFBCJkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/qMF66EmZSAQ/s320/14+months+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-2186371446322200451?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2186371446322200451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=2186371446322200451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2186371446322200451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2186371446322200451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-musketeers.html' title='3 Musketeers'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SwDcRFBCJkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/qMF66EmZSAQ/s72-c/14+months+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-812119209059613870</id><published>2009-11-15T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:57:52.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop to smell the roses (ok - geranium)...</title><content type='html'>14 months and growing fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SwDbVZuf61I/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ra31PdcZ97Q/s1600/14+months+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404560713574247250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SwDbVZuf61I/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ra31PdcZ97Q/s320/14+months+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SwDbVC3WFSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/nZmru6sJyaI/s1600/14+months+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404560707437335842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SwDbVC3WFSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/nZmru6sJyaI/s320/14+months+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-812119209059613870?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/812119209059613870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=812119209059613870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/812119209059613870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/812119209059613870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/11/stop-to-smell-roses-ok-geranium.html' title='Stop to smell the roses (ok - geranium)...'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SwDbVZuf61I/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ra31PdcZ97Q/s72-c/14+months+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-8612673989859126663</id><published>2009-11-11T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:23:57.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle child neglect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SvuNo2yufdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IkBfxaFKVFE/s1600-h/3+years+old+little+monster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403067911003602386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SvuNo2yufdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IkBfxaFKVFE/s320/3+years+old+little+monster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a confession...a very difficult confession to say/type outloud. My middle child, Matthew, has been neglected in SO many ways. Don't get me wrong, he is very loved, and his physical needs are met. But, what about his emotional, psychological needs? I underestimate his ability to comprehend. I don't trust him to behave in most situations. I blame him every time his baby sister cries (if I didn't see what happened). I put him in timeout more than his brother. I expect him to be tough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading what I just wrote, I'm not sure if I will post this? What a horrible mother! No wonder he is having emotional breakdowns (ok - it could be that he is 3 years old) and speech difficulties. I just pray that I can stop making all these mistakes with him, and just enjoy him, love him, trust him, and believe in him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of these thoughts are coming out because I took Matthew, only Matthew, grocery shopping with me today (his idea, not mine). I usually enjoy grocery shopping by myself, but Matthew soon became such a joy to have by my side. I was SO proud of his helpfulness, cooperation, and conversation skills. He chatted with me. He helped me pick out items at both stores. He listened to me. Our relationship grew closer as we spent time together. I love that kid! I'm so blessed to me his mommy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-8612673989859126663?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8612673989859126663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=8612673989859126663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/8612673989859126663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/8612673989859126663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/11/middle-child-neglect.html' title='Middle child neglect'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SvuNo2yufdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IkBfxaFKVFE/s72-c/3+years+old+little+monster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-3531762820109243576</id><published>2009-10-31T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:26:15.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A day filled with trick or treating, yummy chili (made by Ron), scary and cute costumes, and family togetherness...a wonderful time had by all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Su0pYYuycTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/FMfjxUqPl1w/s1600-h/5+and+3+years+old+skeleton+brothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399017027219386674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Su0pYYuycTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/FMfjxUqPl1w/s320/5+and+3+years+old+skeleton+brothers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-3531762820109243576?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3531762820109243576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=3531762820109243576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/3531762820109243576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/3531762820109243576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Su0pY1jmFBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/XWrp47WrO_4/s72-c/Halloween+2009+-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-899708460864190024</id><published>2009-10-23T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:44:20.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 month beauty</title><content type='html'>I spent time with JUST my baby girl tonight. It was just 1 hour of time, but within that time my heart almost burst with love for her. Her sweet, tender nature melts me. Her beauty captivates and awes me. Her adoring eyes allows me to sacrifice any and everything for her. Just check her out! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SuJ3rcXVacI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cP4TAP0dGvs/s1600-h/13+months+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396006891775420866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SuJ3rcXVacI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cP4TAP0dGvs/s320/13+months+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SuJ3rHcY4DI/AAAAAAAAANw/ldK7m85swlE/s1600-h/13+months+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396006886159474738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SuJ3rHcY4DI/AAAAAAAAANw/ldK7m85swlE/s320/13+months+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SuJ3rAH6hDI/AAAAAAAAANo/XEWToiIIuzU/s1600-h/13+months+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396006884194550834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SuJ3rAH6hDI/AAAAAAAAANo/XEWToiIIuzU/s320/13+months+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SuJ3qjo6MvI/AAAAAAAAANg/4bQBvSmGDLM/s1600-h/13+months+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396006876548313842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SuJ3qjo6MvI/AAAAAAAAANg/4bQBvSmGDLM/s320/13+months+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SuJ3qfkt2lI/AAAAAAAAANY/TupSmSewpJc/s1600-h/13+months+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396006875456985682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SuJ3qfkt2lI/AAAAAAAAANY/TupSmSewpJc/s320/13+months+014.jpg" /&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-899708460864190024?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/899708460864190024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=899708460864190024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/899708460864190024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/899708460864190024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/10/13-month-beauty.html' title='13 month beauty'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SuJ3rcXVacI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cP4TAP0dGvs/s72-c/13+months+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-5348966292985619662</id><published>2009-10-23T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:37:17.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sibling love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SuJ2PmX27KI/AAAAAAAAANQ/eDFwfV1XgVM/s1600-h/13+months+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396005313914006690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SuJ2PmX27KI/AAAAAAAAANQ/eDFwfV1XgVM/s320/13+months+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SuJ2PeNt2bI/AAAAAAAAANI/HdlCJ-rvOO8/s1600-h/13+months+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396005311723985330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SuJ2PeNt2bI/AAAAAAAAANI/HdlCJ-rvOO8/s320/13+months+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SuJ2PehH8gI/AAAAAAAAANA/7nd_rX8aiK8/s1600-h/13+months+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396005311805387266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SuJ2PehH8gI/AAAAAAAAANA/7nd_rX8aiK8/s320/13+months+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SuJ2PCPnXnI/AAAAAAAAAM4/jJ5FITeuZoY/s1600-h/13+months+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396005304215756402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SuJ2PCPnXnI/AAAAAAAAAM4/jJ5FITeuZoY/s320/13+months+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that my children forever love each other as deeply as they do now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-5348966292985619662?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5348966292985619662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=5348966292985619662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/5348966292985619662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/5348966292985619662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/10/sibling-love.html' title='Sibling love'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SuJ2PmX27KI/AAAAAAAAANQ/eDFwfV1XgVM/s72-c/13+months+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-8987801864549523449</id><published>2009-10-19T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:41:44.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's talking!</title><content type='html'>The feelings that come from having a child with a speech issue (articulation) are frustration, sadness, guilt (what might I have done wrong?), helplessness, etc. Why can't he speak correctly? Is there something wrong with his cognition (brain)? What can I do to help my son? I have even wondered if he would ever talk "normal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then the day comes when he begins to articulate clear words and sentences. It feels like the sun is shining brighter. It feels hopeful. I feel so proud to hear words out of his little mouth that EVERYONE can understand. He will still need speech therapy, but HE'S TALKING. I can communicate with my son. It is always a blessing when our child speaks, but after waiting a long time it is ten times the blessing to hear Matthew's little voice speaking so clearly. It brings tears to my eyes to even express these true feelings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/St1bSWiKVlI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-PQ9dJjVpzU/s1600-h/3+years+old+with+Mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394568299504358994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/St1bSWiKVlI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-PQ9dJjVpzU/s320/3+years+old+with+Mommy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-8987801864549523449?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8987801864549523449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=8987801864549523449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/8987801864549523449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/8987801864549523449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/10/hes-talking.html' title='He&apos;s talking!'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/St1bSWiKVlI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-PQ9dJjVpzU/s72-c/3+years+old+with+Mommy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-1653872852762677163</id><published>2009-10-12T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:16:55.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 months and WALKING</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d7650d4416596532" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd7650d4416596532%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330280318%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D639CDBF1AB4B4CBF06863066098D9FB8CFC17A10.82E76DC9696EADE5A7A26714318CF6B930DC549E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd7650d4416596532%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFGc7TaW8AS74nUHpQlsDAiBnxGw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd7650d4416596532%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330280318%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D639CDBF1AB4B4CBF06863066098D9FB8CFC17A10.82E76DC9696EADE5A7A26714318CF6B930DC549E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd7650d4416596532%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFGc7TaW8AS74nUHpQlsDAiBnxGw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BTW, the "noise" in the background is my 3 year old yelling "I don't like you!" because he's in timeout.  Fun times! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-1653872852762677163?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1653872852762677163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=1653872852762677163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1653872852762677163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1653872852762677163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/10/13-months-and-walking.html' title='13 months and WALKING'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-5155221888193952830</id><published>2009-10-11T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:22:19.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 months and almost walking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/StKu3Cp3XjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/mLTL6OgIqBc/s1600-h/13+months+gorgeous+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391563964544409138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/StKu3Cp3XjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/mLTL6OgIqBc/s320/13+months+gorgeous+dress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-5155221888193952830?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5155221888193952830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=5155221888193952830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/5155221888193952830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/5155221888193952830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/10/13-months-and-almost-walking.html' title='13 months and almost walking...'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/StKu3Cp3XjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/mLTL6OgIqBc/s72-c/13+months+gorgeous+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-5211249907380994759</id><published>2009-10-08T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:51:30.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freddy K.</title><content type='html'>My son, my FIVE year old son, made his own "Freddy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krueger&lt;/span&gt;" costume today (and NO - he has not seen those movies - he is just obsessed with anything scary).  All by himself, Mr. Independent, colored red and black stripes with marker on a white T-shirt, created "claw" hands with paper that wrap under his hand so he can "still hold the candy," put on brown pants, and turned a white paper bag into a mask colored red.  Now THAT is creativity at its best.  Oh, and he wrote "Freddy K." on the bottom of the shirt (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; scary, eh?  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;).  He never ceases to amaze me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-5211249907380994759?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5211249907380994759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=5211249907380994759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/5211249907380994759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/5211249907380994759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/10/freddy-k.html' title='Freddy K.'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-4854760362236312342</id><published>2009-10-04T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:53:21.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contagious joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SsltXqGU1TI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2EKDLtl-C1I/s1600-h/12+and+half+months+cute+outfit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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After I picked him up from kindergarten today, I went upstairs to nurse the baby and put her down for a nap.  In the meantime, Joseph (age 5) got out the bread, bologna, knife (butterknife), plate and made himself a sandwich. Wow!  Pretty soon, he won't need me for anything but love, hugs, kisses and support :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, being the unique child that he is, he made his sandwich with the ENDS of the bread.  He loves the ends.  What kind of kid love the ends of the breadloaf?  This is the first one I've met.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-4986570926623790509?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4986570926623790509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=4986570926623790509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/4986570926623790509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/4986570926623790509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/09/5-going-on-10.html' title='5 going on 10'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-987992584897435643</id><published>2009-09-17T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:25:39.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss my what?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Matthew, my 3 year old, is having a hard time articulating his words, but not last night...After falling down and hitting his behind on the brick around our fireplace, he quickly and clearly told me, "Mama, kiss my butt" (meaning a literal kiss to make it better - haha).  After thinking about what he said, he began laughing.  Joseph, Matthew and I could not stop laughing over that one for quite a while.  And, of course, the boys had to keep repeating the phrase because I found it so funny.  Won't be so funny when one of them says it to a teacher, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later, Joseph went to actually kiss Elizabeth's butt (which he will probably be doing throughout their lives - haha), and pronounced that she had pooped.  Not only that, but he went to get the wipes and diaper, and laid her down to change her diaper.  He was REALLY going to do it UNTIL he saw the poop, then Matthew took over.  With my supervision and guidance, my 3 YEAR OLD wiped my 1 YEAR OLD'S poopy butt.  Wow - my kids are awesome!  Now if only I can get Matthew to wipe his own butt properly.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I apologize if the word "butt" is used excessively in this post or if it offends anyone.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-987992584897435643?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/987992584897435643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=987992584897435643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/987992584897435643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/987992584897435643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/09/kiss-my-what.html' title='Kiss my what?!?!?!'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-4483417620680965472</id><published>2009-09-10T21:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:09:15.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huge milestones this week</title><content type='html'>Joseph started Kindergarten.  Matthew started preschool.  Elizabeth turned ONE.  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ONE WEEK left before the lump forms in my throat while I wave goodbye with a smile to cover up my heartache.  ONE WEEK left before the morning routine of having a relaxing breastfast, and watching a movie with my kids is unraveled into a frenzy to get ready and out the door on time.  ONE WEEK left before my children are separated into individual worlds, only to reunite later in the day after school.  ONE WEEK left before I worry if they miss me like I miss them.  This reflects only half of what my heart feels.  I am also excited for them to experience and learn new things, make new friends, and expand their tiny worlds.  Where did the time go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-6917850284277474939?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6917850284277474939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=6917850284277474939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/6917850284277474939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/6917850284277474939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/09/heavy-heart.html' title='Heavy Heart'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-3929798435370027349</id><published>2009-08-31T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:12:19.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week of summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;To escape the heatwave, we headed out to Del Taco (a little ghetto, I know) for some lunch and play. This fantastic picture of my precious children came out great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SpydxWtxgMI/AAAAAAAAALs/fYhH_sbTP8k/s1600-h/11+months+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376345526410248386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SpydxWtxgMI/AAAAAAAAALs/fYhH_sbTP8k/s320/11+months+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was looking at this picture, I realized that this may be one of the last "free"moments to all go out together and enjoy the day during the week.  Joseph starts kindergarten next week.  Matthew starts preschool next week.  They are growing up, and it breaks my heart to let go of "my babies."  Although my boys fight A LOT, they truly love each other and enjoy playing with each other.  This time is coming to an end.  They will go to SEPARATE schools with SEPARATE friends - how weird!  Oh, how I have thoroughly enjoyed our moments together!  I wish I could bottle up these feelings.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-3929798435370027349?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3929798435370027349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=3929798435370027349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/3929798435370027349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/3929798435370027349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-week-of-summer.html' title='Last week of summer'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SpydxWtxgMI/AAAAAAAAALs/fYhH_sbTP8k/s72-c/11+months+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-6690434535985788306</id><published>2009-08-24T23:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:52:30.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS makes all the suffering disappear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SpOJ_u30hKI/AAAAAAAAALk/kAl9IT8ik54/s1600-h/11+months+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373790508390057122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SpOJ_u30hKI/AAAAAAAAALk/kAl9IT8ik54/s320/11+months+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SpOJ-_EDRcI/AAAAAAAAALc/dnkpcM6h7cI/s1600-h/11+months+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373790495556453826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SpOJ-_EDRcI/AAAAAAAAALc/dnkpcM6h7cI/s320/11+months+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-6690434535985788306?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6690434535985788306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=6690434535985788306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/6690434535985788306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/6690434535985788306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-makes-all-suffering-disappear.html' title='THIS makes all the suffering disappear'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SpOJ_u30hKI/AAAAAAAAALk/kAl9IT8ik54/s72-c/11+months+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-5436506856524295837</id><published>2009-08-24T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:37:06.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Wo)man Down, (wo)man down!</title><content type='html'>First, let me tell you just how much I LOVE breastfeeding. Obviously I do because I do it even when it makes me TERRIBLY SICK. This past weekend, after a fun-filled night with my hubby, my breast started to hurt like it was engorged, so I woke up baby for an extra feeding. Then, throughout the night I started getting feverish, achy, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nauseous&lt;/span&gt;, and down right ill. My first thought was that I had a breast infection, so I rushed to the ER at 4:30 in the morning. I'm now on antibiotics, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; did I go through a lot after my trip to the ER. I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; sick! THANK GOD FOR MY AWESOME HUSBAND, who took over everything!!!! I definitely chose well for my partner and father of my children. The doctor told me that I "can stop nursing now. You've done more than enough," but I disagree. Although this was a difficult experience to have, I would do ANYTHING to give my daughter the BEST. I will continue to breastfeed her until her and I are ready to stop. You fellow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BFing&lt;/span&gt; moms understand ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-5436506856524295837?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5436506856524295837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=5436506856524295837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/5436506856524295837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/5436506856524295837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/08/woman-down-woman-down.html' title='(Wo)man Down, (wo)man down!'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-3178081984473866713</id><published>2009-08-19T23:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:28:17.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's got him wrapped &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sozs8IabSuI/AAAAAAAAALU/OUvjacEV6e8/s1600-h/11+months+at+Andrew%27s+house.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371928973340789474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sozs8IabSuI/AAAAAAAAALU/OUvjacEV6e8/s320/11+months+at+Andrew%27s+house.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-3178081984473866713?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3178081984473866713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=3178081984473866713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/3178081984473866713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/3178081984473866713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/08/shes-got-him-wrapped-3.html' title='She&apos;s got him wrapped &lt;3'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sozs8IabSuI/AAAAAAAAALU/OUvjacEV6e8/s72-c/11+months+at+Andrew%27s+house.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-7830797781709056959</id><published>2009-08-19T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:25:47.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sense of style?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Joseph is going through a phase (when is he not?) of wearing a clip-on tie with EVERY shirt. This gets a few "looks" from others, but what the heck, it shows off his unique personality. However, he insists upon buttoning his "handsome" shirts ALL THE WAY up to the top - can we say conservative? I'm so curious to see what's next. I just love his confidence as he walks around with his clip-on tie...only he could get away with that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SozsTRgbd7I/AAAAAAAAALM/q3meaPbFWYo/s1600-h/5+years+old+his+new+look+with+clip-on+tie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371928271407249330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SozsTRgbd7I/AAAAAAAAALM/q3meaPbFWYo/s320/5+years+old+his+new+look+with+clip-on+tie.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-7830797781709056959?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7830797781709056959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=7830797781709056959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/7830797781709056959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/7830797781709056959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/08/sense-of-style.html' title='Sense of style?'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SozsTRgbd7I/AAAAAAAAALM/q3meaPbFWYo/s72-c/5+years+old+his+new+look+with+clip-on+tie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-1713880683547260644</id><published>2009-08-13T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:17:15.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New found independence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SoTzItTu4SI/AAAAAAAAALE/_7fU45bUfks/s1600-h/almost+5+last+day+of+preschool+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369683986659336482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SoTzItTu4SI/AAAAAAAAALE/_7fU45bUfks/s320/almost+5+last+day+of+preschool+10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He just turned 5. Such a "big boy!" But today, he became an even "bigger boy." He got breakfast (cereal) on the table for him and his brother while I slept in an extra 10 minutes - ahhhh nice. Then, tonight, my oldest child, my first born baby took a shower ALL BY HIMSELF. This may not seem like a big deal to any of you, but it's HUGE to a mother. It marks a whole new independence. I feel like I'm losing "my baby." He is growing up so fast. On top of that, after I left with his little brother to go on a "date," he brushed his teeth, went potty, tucked himself into bed (daddy fell asleep on the couch), and called me on my cell phone to say goodnight (he learned how to call before I left). WOW - now that is a day of accomplishment! It is a day that makes me feel elated and heartbroken at the same time. But if I get 10 minutes more of sleep in the morning tomorrow, I may not feel so heartbroken over his new skills :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-1713880683547260644?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1713880683547260644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=1713880683547260644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1713880683547260644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1713880683547260644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-found-independence.html' title='New found independence'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SoTzItTu4SI/AAAAAAAAALE/_7fU45bUfks/s72-c/almost+5+last+day+of+preschool+10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-1923472454219494739</id><published>2009-08-06T22:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:45:48.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double duty date</title><content type='html'>The boys have "chore charts" on which they earn stickers if they've completed their "chore" at the end of the day.  So, tonight I decided I would take them out late (6:30 pm - woohoo!) for a date to the candy store to reward them for all the stickers on their charts this past week.  I've always taken them out individually on dates, but never together, so I was looking forward to being with my little men.  They were so excited to pick out Willy Wonka bars to win a "golden ticket."  After they ate some chocolate, I took them to Walmart to put toys on their wish lists.  I should have known to drive on home when they needed to be reminded a few times to behave BEFORE we got in the store.  By the end of our time there, my blood pressure rose and both boys were crying because I cut our time short (due to not listening).  They certainly influence each other to misbehave sometimes.  FUN TIMES!  At least I tried, right?  I think I'll stick to one-on-one dates from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-1923472454219494739?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1923472454219494739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=1923472454219494739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1923472454219494739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1923472454219494739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/08/double-duty-date.html' title='Double duty date'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-2416680293272700315</id><published>2009-08-01T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:33:44.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone seen "Zoolander?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SnRuWZCYqeI/AAAAAAAAAK8/y0zw9npIwus/s1600-h/10+and+half+months+the+look.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365034387062172130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SnRuWZCYqeI/AAAAAAAAAK8/y0zw9npIwus/s320/10+and+half+months+the+look.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-2416680293272700315?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2416680293272700315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=2416680293272700315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2416680293272700315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2416680293272700315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/08/anyone-seen-zoolander.html' title='Anyone seen &quot;Zoolander?&quot;'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SnRuWZCYqeI/AAAAAAAAAK8/y0zw9npIwus/s72-c/10+and+half+months+the+look.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-7765039062890778863</id><published>2009-08-01T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:30:22.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging inspiration</title><content type='html'>I follow a few blogs that are truly inspirational.  However, I can't seem to express my thoughts so eloquently and effortlessly on here.  My home is quiet, the perfect opportunity to share my thoughts.  Yet, my mind is blank.  It seems as though summer just began, and now it is half way over.  We spend our time having fun in the pool or relaxing inside the air conditioning.  I have been "under the weather" for a few days now.  There is nothing worse than caring for others while suffering.  My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mom'll&lt;/span&gt; tell you that I am NOT a good patient.  I think I've become stronger with each child I have.  Enduring nausea and discomfort in pregnancy while caring for small children made me stronger (even though I moaned through it all).  Enough randomness, I am off to have a good day (optimistically thinking)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-7765039062890778863?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7765039062890778863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=7765039062890778863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/7765039062890778863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/7765039062890778863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogging-inspiration.html' title='blogging inspiration'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-2806812031058381643</id><published>2009-07-26T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:03:57.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Ol' Fashioned GIRLS NIGHT OUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I decided to celebrate my 33rd birthday with the wonderful women in my life (and some hard core booty shaking - haha). What a fun night! Thanks, ladies, for celebrating with me! Love ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sm0m_UQfOZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8ZoOwFmkx0s/s1600-h/Susan+turns+33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362985600479607186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sm0m_UQfOZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8ZoOwFmkx0s/s320/Susan+turns+33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-2806812031058381643?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2806812031058381643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=2806812031058381643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2806812031058381643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2806812031058381643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-ol-fashioned-girls-night-out.html' title='Good Ol&apos; Fashioned GIRLS NIGHT OUT'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sm0m_UQfOZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8ZoOwFmkx0s/s72-c/Susan+turns+33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-1624041179217699855</id><published>2009-07-19T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:13:14.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>I feel like I haven't blogged in so long. Life with the kiddos is keeping me busy :) Just wanted to share a few exciting/funny/scary moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, let me tell you just how silly and smart Elizabeth is. She is now crawling, pulling herself to standing, waving, saying "braba" (brother) and "Joja" (Joseph) all the time, eating everything in sight, and entertaining anyone she sees by making silly faces. She even knows to do "scrunch face" or "the look" on command, then she smiles. Check her out! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SmP5txotVQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HcIZ9We1DWc/s1600-h/10+months+the+dirty+look.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360402546314532098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SmP5txotVQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HcIZ9We1DWc/s320/10+months+the+dirty+look.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SmP5tYVAFMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0gZjjJ0lxCg/s1600-h/10+months+scrunch+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360402539520988354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SmP5tYVAFMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0gZjjJ0lxCg/s320/10+months+scrunch+face.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joseph is now swimming! He completed a swimming lesson course this past week, and LOVES to swim with his face in the water. He can hold his breath under the water for 15 seconds. He is so proud of his new skill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SmP7GtKC1aI/AAAAAAAAAKk/_HjZYuYlkX0/s1600-h/5+years+old+graduating+from+swim+lessons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360404074120533410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SmP7GtKC1aI/AAAAAAAAAKk/_HjZYuYlkX0/s320/5+years+old+graduating+from+swim+lessons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew (and Joseph) started a "Playtime" class at the community center this past week, so I dropped my little 3 year old off for the first time. I was SO nervous about it. I told them he has problems articulating his words, and he just potty trained a few months ago, so he might need a little help. Matthew didn't even say goodbye to me. He was off and playing in no time. I think it helps to have his big brother there.  He also has his good buddy, Jack, there, too.  I'm so proud of him yet so sad to watch him leave me. He is definitely my "mama's boy." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SmP8JTjwUVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/34VL1DLUSKw/s1600-h/3+years+old+silly+glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360405218300285266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SmP8JTjwUVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/34VL1DLUSKw/s320/3+years+old+silly+glasses.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy my children thoroughly.  They bring me such overwhelming joy (and frustration at times LOL).  Life doesn't get much better than this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-1624041179217699855?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1624041179217699855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=1624041179217699855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1624041179217699855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1624041179217699855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SmP5txotVQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HcIZ9We1DWc/s72-c/10+months+the+dirty+look.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-7788254409616822648</id><published>2009-07-04T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:11:29.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless America!</title><content type='html'>Happy 4th of July everyone!  Hope you had a fun, safe day.  Thank you to all who have protected, who protect, and who will protect our freedom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-7788254409616822648?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7788254409616822648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=7788254409616822648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/7788254409616822648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/7788254409616822648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/07/god-bless-america.html' title='God Bless America!'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-7466104670485105248</id><published>2009-06-29T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:44:17.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun-filled 2 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My husband took 2 weeks off of work, and we enjoyed having him home. To sum up our time these past 2 weeks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;boys' first fishing trip with daddy and big sis Mo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;boys' first Angels baseball game &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;a day at Legoland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;a day at Seaworld&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;celebrations for Jacob and Joseph's birthdays&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pics!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkmuKLL_wwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZwMk1MSzVcA/s1600-h/9+months+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353001121931576066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkmuKLL_wwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZwMk1MSzVcA/s320/9+months+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkmsSgL-a6I/AAAAAAAAAJk/gkQraH0ECHo/s1600-h/almost+5+-+caught+his+1st+fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352999065984330658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkmsSgL-a6I/AAAAAAAAAJk/gkQraH0ECHo/s320/almost+5+-+caught+his+1st+fish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joseph's 1st fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkmttZ0SqAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OCf2NIH3moM/s1600-h/almost+5+and+3+years+old-+1st+time+fishing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353000627642476546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkmttZ0SqAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OCf2NIH3moM/s320/almost+5+and+3+years+old-+1st+time+fishing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting to catch those fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkmsSUk9y2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/xp9WEGGsgFI/s1600-h/9+months+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352999062867921762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkmsSUk9y2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/xp9WEGGsgFI/s320/9+months+072.jpg" /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Elmo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkmsSAaHyFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bbAw6SAoNnw/s1600-h/9+months+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352999057453729874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkmsSAaHyFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bbAw6SAoNnw/s320/9+months+069.jpg" /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE my boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkmsRlqZqsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pmPEz9UZhfQ/s1600-h/9+months+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352999050274253506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkmsRlqZqsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pmPEz9UZhfQ/s320/9+months+068.jpg" /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for the Shamu show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkmsRUkaYTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/BPmAVPY5TQk/s1600-h/9+months+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352999045685731634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkmsRUkaYTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/BPmAVPY5TQk/s320/9+months+060.jpg" /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elizabeth crawling at Seaworld&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkmoWDHBeNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Qa_f1Q_7ODw/s1600-h/9+months+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352994728851896530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkmoWDHBeNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Qa_f1Q_7ODw/s320/9+months+056.jpg" /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew gets his driver's license&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkmoVazb6QI/AAAAAAAAAIs/C4RMPHmE5_E/s1600-h/9+months+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352994718032324866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkmoVazb6QI/AAAAAAAAAIs/C4RMPHmE5_E/s320/9+months+053.jpg" /&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;Elizabeth rides on a boat at Legoland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkmyLrEGYcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/E7wnVMA5dNY/s1600-h/9+months+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353005545714770370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkmyLrEGYcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/E7wnVMA5dNY/s320/9+months+040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew, Jacob, turns 4 - what a handsome little man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkmyMAZn1fI/AAAAAAAAAKM/xhYF2EkX1bc/s1600-h/5+years+old+-+cake+time.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353005551442187762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkmyMAZn1fI/AAAAAAAAAKM/xhYF2EkX1bc/s320/5+years+old+-+cake+time.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph turns 5 and has an "Easter" themed party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-7466104670485105248?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7466104670485105248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=7466104670485105248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/7466104670485105248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/7466104670485105248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-filled-2-weeks.html' title='Fun-filled 2 weeks'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkmuKLL_wwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZwMk1MSzVcA/s72-c/9+months+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-2956273761681531098</id><published>2009-06-26T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:54:26.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly girl</title><content type='html'>She smiles a bright, huge smile (almost) always.  She gives a "dirty look" to make others laugh.  She waves.  She blows kisses.  She crawls.  She claps.  And now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-588e3d000ca6c646" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D588e3d000ca6c646%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330280318%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53BD46C721A557E499191420D2E499B15A0BA1AF.15B40E0E742A500FA39D1022084A8A12100104FB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D588e3d000ca6c646%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGPnZusBwTChJhpoaoKhgjT2FCD4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D588e3d000ca6c646%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330280318%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53BD46C721A557E499191420D2E499B15A0BA1AF.15B40E0E742A500FA39D1022084A8A12100104FB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D588e3d000ca6c646%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGPnZusBwTChJhpoaoKhgjT2FCD4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-2956273761681531098?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=588e3d000ca6c646&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2956273761681531098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=2956273761681531098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2956273761681531098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2956273761681531098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/06/silly-girl.html' title='Silly girl'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-1672253320143070409</id><published>2009-06-26T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:43:36.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkWxIe9xN2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/Q_Heo55nkr8/s1600-h/IMG_8737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351878491508914018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkWxIe9xN2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/Q_Heo55nkr8/s320/IMG_8737.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Social&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passionate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Independent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Empathetic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Handsome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helpful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intelligent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imaginative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giving soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gentle heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adoring big brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loved by many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 5th Birthday, Joseph!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-1672253320143070409?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1672253320143070409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=1672253320143070409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1672253320143070409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1672253320143070409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-years-old.html' title='5 years old'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SkWxIe9xN2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/Q_Heo55nkr8/s72-c/IMG_8737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-6437358391661313973</id><published>2009-06-23T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:46:10.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy joined a gym!</title><content type='html'>As a SAHM, I have neglected physically taking care of my body, so now it is time to get my body back in shape.  My body has not belonged to me for almost 6 years now...I've been either pregnant or breastfeeding :)  I finally joined an amazing gym, and am SO excited to work out.  With my elemental diet, I am going to tone up this mommy body FAST.  I also get a facial or massage each month with my membership because my gym is a day spa as well.  As soon as you walk into the place, you are met with welcoming women and a relaxing scent (coming from the spa).  I hope to be rejuvenated often, so I can give the best of me to my husband and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To any of my friends - I would LOVE for you to join me there!  Nothing better than having the support of other women for a common goal of fitness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-6437358391661313973?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6437358391661313973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=6437358391661313973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/6437358391661313973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/6437358391661313973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/06/mommy-joined-gym.html' title='Mommy joined a gym!'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-2866170243320709258</id><published>2009-06-14T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:11:17.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bittersweet</title><content type='html'>She's growing too fast...slow down, my precious baby girl!  I'm soaking in these moments, knowing it will be over too soon :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SjXXf8kedlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PsYZ-dGpqW4/s1600-h/9+months+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347417076407367250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SjXXf8kedlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PsYZ-dGpqW4/s320/9+months+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-2866170243320709258?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2866170243320709258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=2866170243320709258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2866170243320709258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2866170243320709258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/06/bittersweet.html' title='bittersweet'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SjXXf8kedlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PsYZ-dGpqW4/s72-c/9+months+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-4682968251707674168</id><published>2009-06-09T21:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:52:01.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Si87w7hYD5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/RKuSZP6IY8g/s1600-h/8+and+half+months+in+love+with+Joseph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345556994509508498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Si87w7hYD5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/RKuSZP6IY8g/s320/8+and+half+months+in+love+with+Joseph.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Si87wlfjzqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/K4tHa4hRivA/s1600-h/8+and+half+months+big+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345556988596309666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Si87wlfjzqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/K4tHa4hRivA/s320/8+and+half+months+big+smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simply cannot get enough of that big, bright smile :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-4682968251707674168?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4682968251707674168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=4682968251707674168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/4682968251707674168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/4682968251707674168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/06/9-months-old.html' title='9 months old'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Si87w7hYD5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/RKuSZP6IY8g/s72-c/8+and+half+months+in+love+with+Joseph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-1104784065009367798</id><published>2009-06-09T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:47:33.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mama"</title><content type='html'>The word "Mama" has finally been spoken by my sweet baby girl, BUT it is said with a growl.  My dainty, feminine little girl says "mama" with a monster growl?  Must be the influence of those two crazy brothers, eh?  I have to say that it is pretty darn cute, though :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-1104784065009367798?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1104784065009367798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=1104784065009367798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1104784065009367798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1104784065009367798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/06/mama.html' title='&quot;Mama&quot;'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-1837672337181294000</id><published>2009-06-03T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:59:17.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten readiness</title><content type='html'>This next week my oldest son's kindergarten teachers will be assessing him for this coming school year.  They will have him write his name.  They will have him identify letters, numbers and shapes.  They will have him count, add and subtract objects to assess his simple math skills.  And while I have NO doubt he will pass with flying colors, I'm not sure if I would pass an assessment of readiness.  Where is the assessment for the mommies?  Am I ready for kindergarten?  Am I ready to send my first born baby off into the "real world?"  As I toured the school, I became extremely excited for Joseph.  As I listened to the principal talk about kindergarten, my eyes welled up a bit, and we are still THREE MONTHS away from the big event.  Will I be able to hold it together long enough to not let the tears roll down my cheeks in front of my little man?  Where did these 5 years go?  My baby boy is growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-1837672337181294000?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1837672337181294000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=1837672337181294000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1837672337181294000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1837672337181294000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/06/kindergarten-readiness.html' title='Kindergarten readiness'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-3653042217265764572</id><published>2009-05-29T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:38:42.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am...</title><content type='html'>I am brave because I took a 3 year old son and a tired 8 month old daughter to the store with ONLY 15 minutes to shop until I had to pick up my oldest from preschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am patient after CALMLY telling my 3 year old son to sit down in the cart about 25 times.  And, I was still smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fast because after picking out all my items my 3 year old son had to pee.  Hence, the RUSH to the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong because I held my 3 year old boy up to pee in the "too-high" toilet WHILE also holding my 8 month old daughter.  I also held them both up for hand washing (ouch my back!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am entertained by the fact that my 3 year old could not aim that pee INTO the "too-high" toilet - only all around it and (of course) on the seat, which an old lady outside the stall was waiting to SIT ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful that there was toilet paper to wipe down the seat so that old lady did not have to experience a "nice surprise."  And, my good friend was SO kind to pick up my oldest son and hold onto him until I arrived a few minutes late to pick him up (not sure what made me late? - haha).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-3653042217265764572?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3653042217265764572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=3653042217265764572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/3653042217265764572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/3653042217265764572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am.html' title='I am...'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-8814204466840375254</id><published>2009-05-28T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:06:48.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew is turning 3 years old!</title><content type='html'>Mischievious&lt;br /&gt;Loving&lt;br /&gt;Kind-hearted&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly&lt;br /&gt;Affectionate&lt;br /&gt;Sociable&lt;br /&gt;Quiet&lt;br /&gt;Full of life&lt;br /&gt;Full of zest&lt;br /&gt;A blessing to the world&lt;br /&gt;Matthew, my son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/otm_site/view_shared?p=89bfe50aa529154ff15a9a&amp;amp;skin_id=601&amp;amp;utm_source=otm&amp;amp;utm_medium=email"&gt;http://www.onetruemedia.com/otm_site/view_shared?p=89bfe50aa529154ff15a9a&amp;amp;skin_id=601&amp;amp;utm_source=otm&amp;amp;utm_medium=email&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-8814204466840375254?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8814204466840375254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=8814204466840375254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/8814204466840375254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/8814204466840375254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/05/matthew-is-turning-3-years-old.html' title='Matthew is turning 3 years old!'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-1164203301740699092</id><published>2009-05-25T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:45:13.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ Time</title><content type='html'>We had some friends over today for a steak dinner and some adult conversation, BUT it seems as though I couldn't partake in much of the conversation due to the constant distraction of my children.  Does that sound bad?  My kids are a "distraction?"  All I wanted was to chat with my friends, and enjoy the day WITHOUT having to yell at/discipline my oldest child for mistreating his little brother, WITHOUT having to change my younger son's pants because he peed in them, WITHOUT having to tell my oldest son not to talk back to me, WITHOUT having to change 3 poopy diapers within 1 hour, WITHOUT having to clean poop off the bathroom floor and give my younger son a shower to clean off his "accident"...hey - at least there was wine :)  Thanks for coming over (and witnessing the madness - hope it didn't scare you), guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-1164203301740699092?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1164203301740699092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=1164203301740699092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1164203301740699092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1164203301740699092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/05/bbq-time.html' title='BBQ Time'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-4234711113289519473</id><published>2009-05-19T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:52:40.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime battles</title><content type='html'>Being the fantastic mother I am, I threatened to put Joseph outside to sleep last night after the boys would not settle down and go to sleep (hope no permanant damage was done).  Needless to say, there was a lot of disrespect from my oldest son leading up to my "rage."  Well parents, for your information, this tactic DOES NOT work on strong willed children like my own.  Tonight at bedtime, they continued to be as wild as possible (every night is a sleepover in their room) until I just asked "what do I need to do to get you to listen to me?"  The response shocked me..."Mom, you need to put me outside to sleep," exclaimed Joseph.  I told him to get his blankie and pillow.  He responded with something even MORE shocking..."Mom, you need to take me there kicking and screaming."  WTH?!  Calling his bluff, I had him calmly follow me outside, put his blankie and pillow on the ground, and I closed all the doors, thinking to myself "This'll do the trick."  Ummmm....No it didn't.  I looked outside and he was riding his scooter around.  So, I took the scooter away and closed the door again, thinking "Ok, now he'll decide he wants to go to bed." Ummmm....NOPE...I looked outside and he was making faces at his little brother in the bedroom window up above.  Uh oh...I felt the "mommy rage" coming back.  I lead him back upstairs for some more "bedtime fun."  It all ended with me calling "the birthday fairy" (AKA Grandpa) to convince them to go to sleep in order to get great presents on their upcoming birthdays.  I am just praying that they will become extremely successful and driven men with those strong wills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-4234711113289519473?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4234711113289519473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=4234711113289519473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/4234711113289519473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/4234711113289519473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/05/bedtime-battles.html' title='Bedtime battles'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-3601735792552155276</id><published>2009-05-10T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:33:34.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>Never have I been so BLESSED...I pray that all of you experience the same intensity of love that a mother feels for her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SgblEDWTdkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Gdba1Spi4FI/s1600-h/Easter+2009+she+loves+her+brothers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334202666448025154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SgblEDWTdkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Gdba1Spi4FI/s320/Easter+2009+she+loves+her+brothers.JPG" /&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom deserves ALL the credit for my mothering skills. She was and still is an AMAZING mom! Happy Mother's Day, mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-3601735792552155276?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3601735792552155276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=3601735792552155276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/3601735792552155276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/3601735792552155276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SgblEDWTdkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Gdba1Spi4FI/s72-c/Easter+2009+she+loves+her+brothers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-194464439601588397</id><published>2009-05-06T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:05:42.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brought to tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SgJrDCq-sAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/GHCwMpMJ8T4/s1600-h/Mother%27s+day+celebration+at+preschool+2009.JPG"&gt;Mother's Day is approaching, and Joseph's preschool had a little celebration for us moms today. I was able to go ALL BY MYSELF (minus the 2 littlest ones) to share special time with my first born baby. He was so excited to see me walking up to his classroom. I couldn't hold back the tears as he hugged me so tight, brought me a snack, sang to me "I love my mommy" song while looking into my eyes, and gave me a self-made gift. What a blessing it is to be a mom! I have joked about wanting "time away" from my children this Mother's Day, but in reality I simply cannot exist without the presence of my children. When I am getting much needed time away, an integral part of me misses them deeply. There is no greater love than that of a mother and her child.&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332942608761008130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SgJrDCq-sAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/GHCwMpMJ8T4/s320/Mother%27s+day+celebration+at+preschool+2009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SgJrCoWr7wI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cWlcUJcMqIo/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+at+Joseph%27s+preschool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332942601696571138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SgJrCoWr7wI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cWlcUJcMqIo/s320/Mother%27s+Day+at+Joseph%27s+preschool.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-194464439601588397?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/194464439601588397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=194464439601588397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/194464439601588397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/194464439601588397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/05/brought-to-tears.html' title='Brought to tears'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SgJrDCq-sAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/GHCwMpMJ8T4/s72-c/Mother%27s+day+celebration+at+preschool+2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-9183202411076279069</id><published>2009-05-06T21:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:53:13.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyous smile</title><content type='html'>Takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Sweet soft skin against mine&lt;br /&gt;Smile from ear to ear&lt;br /&gt;Share that joy precious baby girl&lt;br /&gt;Beaming a light that shines upon all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SgJoBTIojbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7BaWgQmgHds/s1600-h/8+months+happy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332939280285732274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SgJoBTIojbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7BaWgQmgHds/s320/8+months+happy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SgJoBN8oiFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wQw6qvCYS-g/s1600-h/8+months+happy+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332939278893221970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SgJoBN8oiFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wQw6qvCYS-g/s320/8+months+happy+girl.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/538955339503418208-9183202411076279069?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/9183202411076279069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=9183202411076279069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/9183202411076279069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/9183202411076279069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/05/joyous-smile.html' title='Joyous smile'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SgJoBTIojbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7BaWgQmgHds/s72-c/8+months+happy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-2495098971252816205</id><published>2009-05-06T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:41:39.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So big yet so small</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Often times I look at my boys as being so "big" because they are maturing and developing new skills and language, but when I look at pictures from the day they are so small. Especially when they are finally wearing "big boy underwear" like little Matthew is - yay for potty training! (see below) Nothing cuter than a little booty ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SgJmcpFOUPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/t0Wno0TY7po/s1600-h/Day+1+of+potty+training+-35+months.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332937551010222322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SgJmcpFOUPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/t0Wno0TY7po/s320/Day+1+of+potty+training+-35+months.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-2495098971252816205?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2495098971252816205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=2495098971252816205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2495098971252816205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2495098971252816205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-big-yet-so-small.html' title='So big yet so small'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SgJmcpFOUPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/t0Wno0TY7po/s72-c/Day+1+of+potty+training+-35+months.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-1310384170305788883</id><published>2009-05-02T21:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:44:34.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brotherly love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Joseph picking up Matthew (they almost weight the same) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sf0hBhQi4aI/AAAAAAAAAGc/08_RrXIagJM/s1600-h/Joseph+picking+up+Matthew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331453843867885986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sf0hBhQi4aI/AAAAAAAAAGc/08_RrXIagJM/s320/Joseph+picking+up+Matthew.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-1310384170305788883?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1310384170305788883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=1310384170305788883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1310384170305788883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1310384170305788883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/05/brotherly-love.html' title='Brotherly love'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sf0hBhQi4aI/AAAAAAAAAGc/08_RrXIagJM/s72-c/Joseph+picking+up+Matthew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-1233489175444044625</id><published>2009-04-29T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:01:32.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet softness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SfjAC7OgmNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BEMr_WIkab4/s1600-h/7+months+at+Irvine+Spectrum.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330221315483801810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SfjAC7OgmNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BEMr_WIkab4/s320/7+months+at+Irvine+Spectrum.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally have a baby with "baby soft" skin! Elizabeth's skin has been clear and GORGEOUS for a week or so, which makes all the cravings for pizza/cookies/cake/candy/donuts etc. easier to resist and TOTALLY WORTH IT. Anything for her sweet, kissable face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-1233489175444044625?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1233489175444044625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=1233489175444044625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1233489175444044625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1233489175444044625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-softness.html' title='Sweet softness'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SfjAC7OgmNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BEMr_WIkab4/s72-c/7+months+at+Irvine+Spectrum.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-2664911776013486953</id><published>2009-04-27T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:23:29.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever have one of those days?</title><content type='html'>Pressure squeezing my skull.&lt;br /&gt;Children playing/fighting loudly.&lt;br /&gt;Neverending requests/demands.&lt;br /&gt;Interrupted shower.&lt;br /&gt;Whining.&lt;br /&gt;Back-talking.&lt;br /&gt;Child lies to get out of school.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping with three children 4 years and younger for "just diapers" at Target.&lt;br /&gt;Complaining of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;Complaining about dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Complaining about cleaning up.&lt;br /&gt;One "crazy" Mommy walking out the door to drive around the block 2 times ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;Bathtime.&lt;br /&gt;Storytime.&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime...PEACE!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another day...we will try again.  God forgive me for my madness as a mother today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-2664911776013486953?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2664911776013486953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=2664911776013486953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2664911776013486953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2664911776013486953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/04/ever-have-one-of-those-days.html' title='Ever have one of those days?'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-4534956655066220703</id><published>2009-04-15T21:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:57:22.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boys were playing upstairs alone this evening, so my husband spied on them to make sure they were behaving. He witnessed one of the sweetest moments between them. Joseph was hugging Matthew and said "I'm sorry for all the mean things I've done to you. I love you. Now let's play!" That makes all this work in parenthood completely worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sea2pAxAC0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/1LNs8GMddRw/s1600-h/almost+3+and+almost+5+on+their+laptops.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325144425108605762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sea2pAxAC0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/1LNs8GMddRw/s320/almost+3+and+almost+5+on+their+laptops.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sea6XbAPVqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EkOemaqmsFo/s1600-h/Easter+2009+hunting+for+eggs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325148520960710306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sea6XbAPVqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EkOemaqmsFo/s320/Easter+2009+hunting+for+eggs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sea6Xw57Z_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/kr_z9Ifbuec/s1600-h/Easter+2009+she+loves+her+brothers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325148526839818226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sea6Xw57Z_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/kr_z9Ifbuec/s320/Easter+2009+she+loves+her+brothers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-4534956655066220703?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4534956655066220703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=4534956655066220703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/4534956655066220703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/4534956655066220703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-moment.html' title='Sweet moment'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sea2pAxAC0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/1LNs8GMddRw/s72-c/almost+3+and+almost+5+on+their+laptops.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-3546816856647154407</id><published>2009-04-14T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:24:51.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny mind</title><content type='html'>We were pulling up to G'ma and G'pa's garage today when Joseph said, "Wow!  They have room for two cars.  That is so unusual."  I just love the way his mind works!  And yes, it is UNUSUAL that people actually park two cars in their "two-car garage."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-3546816856647154407?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3546816856647154407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=3546816856647154407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/3546816856647154407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/3546816856647154407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-mind.html' title='Funny mind'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-9157691838755182035</id><published>2009-04-11T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:31:39.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let us Rejoice!</title><content type='html'>We will find eggs filled with candy and money.  We will be led to some new toys from the "Easter bunny."  We will have a special yummy breakfast.  We will welcome family into our home for a nice dinner.  But most importantly, we will celebrate Jesus and the ultimate sacrifice He made for us all.  He died to take away our sins.  He died so that we could be imperfect, and still be welcomed into the kingdom of heaven.  Tomorrow is the celebration of our Savior - he is RISEN from the dead.  Honor Him...Happy Easter everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-9157691838755182035?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/9157691838755182035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=9157691838755182035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/9157691838755182035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/9157691838755182035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-us-rejoice.html' title='Let us Rejoice!'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-5470745616621853745</id><published>2009-04-04T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:51:23.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paralyzing Fear</title><content type='html'>As I stood in line for a huge inflatable slide (for my oldest son) at a spring event today, the "bunny girl" walked past us dropping plastic eggs for kids to pick up.  He ran after her, disappearing into the unending crowd of people.  I tried not to panic when I couldn't see him.  But my mind began to wander into the worst thoughts of him being stolen or lost.  I contemplated if I should stay in line in case he comes looking for me or go to find him.  I chose the latter, forcing my middle son to sit in the stroller while carrying the baby in my arms I began to cut through the lines, my heart racing to a speed unimaginable.  I wanted to scream out for him.  I wanted to CRY out for him, but I tried to remain calm for my other children.  Finally after what seemed like an eternity, Joseph emerged from the distance, walking toward me.  I scolded him out of fear of losing him.  I thank God that he returned to me, safe and sound.  Even just telling the story of today makes me lose my breath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-5470745616621853745?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5470745616621853745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=5470745616621853745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/5470745616621853745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/5470745616621853745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/04/paralyzing-fear.html' title='Paralyzing Fear'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-856478718035998700</id><published>2009-04-01T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:19:17.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex, Religion, and Politics</title><content type='html'>The three no-nos in casual conversation...they were all covered at my last mom's night out.  I was blessed to be in the presence of 2 wonderful women who come from two different religious backgrounds, but yet are non-judgemental of others' beliefs or cultures.  I have always been more open-minded and accepting than most Catholics.  I believe that God created us to love one another without judgement.  It was fascinating to learn of their cultural/religious beliefs and traditions.  In addition to that topic were the topics of sex and politics (separately discussed).  I felt loved and accepted as we all shared such goofy yet profound statements.  This is proof that yes, "We all CAN get along!"  What do you get when a Jew, Catholic and Mormon meet at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Starbuck's&lt;/span&gt;?  Absolute FUN TIMES!  Thanks for a great night out, ladies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-856478718035998700?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/856478718035998700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=856478718035998700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/856478718035998700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/856478718035998700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/04/sex-religion-and-politics.html' title='Sex, Religion, and Politics'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-819336447762402808</id><published>2009-03-26T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:49:49.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Binky AGAIN</title><content type='html'>Matthew is almost 3 years old, and is ADDICTED to his binky. However, I believe his binky has been causing him to have a problem with properly articulating words in his speech, so I decided that the binky had to go "bye bye" yesterday. This is not the first time I tried to take it away (tried 1 other time with putting the binkies in a special bag on the door for the "binky fairy" to take and leave something special - obviously didn't go well). So, we collected his binkies and buried them in the backyard (deep in the ground so nobody retrieved them) in hopes that something special might "grow" in place of the binkies. Well...amazingly, when we woke up a "LOLLIPOP TREE" grew outside in that exact spot. Everyone was so excited about this stick tree with lollipops hanging on it. So far so good on being a big boy - just wondering if we have to pick a lollipop everyday from the tree for a while in order to keep Matthew happy with his choice to bury his binkies? And, his speech is ALREADY improving - go figure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-819336447762402808?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/819336447762402808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=819336447762402808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/819336447762402808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/819336447762402808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/03/bye-bye-binky-again.html' title='Bye Bye Binky AGAIN'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-3605259401285742733</id><published>2009-03-19T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:57:21.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad but funny</title><content type='html'>To add to my last post: As I was ranting outloud to myself about wanting to "quit this job," Joseph said, "But you can't quit, mommy!  We need you!  We can't take care of ourselves yet."  I was taken back by his statement and said "Yes, you can.  What can't you do for yourself?"  He replied, "I can pour the cereal in the bowl, but I can't pour the milk, Mommy.  It's too heavy!"  Yep - that is what I am here for - TO POUR THE MILK. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-3605259401285742733?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3605259401285742733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=3605259401285742733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/3605259401285742733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/3605259401285742733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/03/sad-but-funny.html' title='Sad but funny'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-6042069775016901924</id><published>2009-03-19T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:52:15.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Mom Award</title><content type='html'>Don't get me wrong, I absolutely LOVE my children BUT today was a bad bad day.  I felt like I spent the entire day yelling at them about everything - ugh!  The boys wouldn't stop fighting.  Matthew woke up the baby by climbing INTO her crib while I was in the shower.  After that fine moment, I was sent into a tizzy about everything (picking up toys, climbing on the couch, eating lunch, not listening, etc.).  There were a few quiet, peaceful moments throughout the day, but the ending topped it off.  Joseph was whining and crying about everything.  Matthew popped him in the mouth with his head (causing a cut to start bleeding again).  As Joseph walked around crying in sheer agony, I tried to calm him using calm words and a cold washcloth.  It just wasn't enough, so I just yelled, "Just go bleed in your room!  I don't want to hear anymore!"  &lt;em&gt;This &lt;/em&gt;is what motherhood is all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-6042069775016901924?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6042069775016901924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=6042069775016901924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/6042069775016901924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/6042069775016901924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-mom-award.html' title='Bad Mom Award'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-7664793435890847037</id><published>2009-03-16T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:42:53.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're in trouble...</title><content type='html'>So, I was having a nice talk with Joseph (almost 5) today about his grandparents coming home from their trip to Italy. It went a little like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: You have to take a very long plane ride to get to Italy. Would you like to go there someday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph: Yes (pause) maybe after I've had children we can all go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Well, you need to find a wife first before you have children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph: Yes, that won't be hard to do. You know, there are a lot of girls in my class that I could marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to burst out laughing at that point. Guess we'll be having "the talk" early - what do you think?  I'm going to hold onto to him as long as I can, though :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-7664793435890847037?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7664793435890847037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=7664793435890847037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/7664793435890847037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/7664793435890847037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-in-trouble.html' title='We&apos;re in trouble...'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-1794593704057738119</id><published>2009-03-13T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:12:46.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty in pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sbs8wY4_e2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/DCyWnWNV9PQ/s1600-h/6+months+big+smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312906987426511714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sbs8wY4_e2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/DCyWnWNV9PQ/s320/6+months+big+smile.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sbs8V-NqEpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JdtGaUSbPKI/s1600-h/6+months+sucking+thumb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312906533588832914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sbs8V-NqEpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JdtGaUSbPKI/s320/6+months+sucking+thumb.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sbs8U9LiJFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GMmE181byt4/s1600-h/6+months+doll+face.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312906516131619922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sbs8U9LiJFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GMmE181byt4/s320/6+months+doll+face.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-1794593704057738119?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1794593704057738119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=1794593704057738119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1794593704057738119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1794593704057738119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/03/pretty-in-pink.html' title='Pretty in pink'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/Sbs8wY4_e2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/DCyWnWNV9PQ/s72-c/6+months+big+smile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-4707351002836430601</id><published>2009-03-12T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:13:53.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vulnerable</title><content type='html'>Before becoming a mother, my life belonged to me.  I could eat, sleep and go out whenever I wanted.  I could talk on the phone with no interruptions.  I had complete freedom.  I was not vulnerable to the intense fears I have as a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After becoming a mother, I fear losing my children.  I fear having to see them suffer in any way.  This fear can be immobilizing, terrifying as I pray for God to protect each of my children.  The intensity of love as a mother is almost too much to bear sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this fear and vulnerability is given to mothers to teach them to appreciate EVERY moment they have with their children?  Not to take one moment for granted.  Becoming a mother was the greatest gift from God.  I will embrace it, even if my life no longer belongs to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-4707351002836430601?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4707351002836430601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=4707351002836430601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/4707351002836430601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/4707351002836430601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/03/vulnerable.html' title='Vulnerable'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-7573917220666955209</id><published>2009-03-08T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:45:29.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One word</title><content type='html'>There is only one word that describes my day as a mother today: immediacy.  Every want and need must be met immediately OR ELSE.  It can be frazzling, I must say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-7573917220666955209?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7573917220666955209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=7573917220666955209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/7573917220666955209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/7573917220666955209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-word.html' title='One word'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-6288181449231450881</id><published>2009-03-05T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:02:42.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't wake the Mama</title><content type='html'>I have been waiting for the day that I could just lay in bed while my children make their own breakfast and entertain themselves.  Well, it seems as though that day was today (or at least the beginnings of it)!  My boys got up and got dressed upstairs.  Then, my almost 5 year old took his almost 3 year old brother downstairs (as I got myself and the baby ready for the day upstairs), and proceeded to get the bowls, cereal and milk to the table.  He even poured the cereal into the bowls (WITHOUT spilling).  He decided to wait for me to pour the milk because it is too heavy for him.  What a little man!  They were both so proud as I walked downstairs to witness their accomplishment.  It is in these moments that I feel like I might be doing something right during the chaos of motherhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-6288181449231450881?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6288181449231450881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=6288181449231450881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/6288181449231450881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/6288181449231450881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-wake-mama.html' title='Don&apos;t wake the Mama'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-1869467584268718031</id><published>2009-03-04T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:48:09.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MNO</title><content type='html'>It had been quite a while since I went out with my mom's group ladies for some adult conversation.  And after a glass of wine, boy was it a good conversation!  ;&gt;)  A part of me is such an open book, and another part of me is so reserved.  No subjects of conversation are taboo for me.  I guess I am just comfortable with myself.  I just hope some of the topics I brought up did not offend the other women.  I often question why God made me this way - so open.  A positive side to this personality trait is that I often make people feel very comfortable in talking to me about their personal lives, including love, marriage, sex, loss, religion, heartache, etc.  Despite my tangent on this subject, I had a wonderful time with some awesome women tonight - thank you, ladies!  It was a much needed break from the monotony of motherhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-1869467584268718031?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1869467584268718031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=1869467584268718031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1869467584268718031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/1869467584268718031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/03/mno.html' title='MNO'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-2092912860456287684</id><published>2009-02-22T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:35:28.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My beautiful daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SaJRrwmT00I/AAAAAAAAAFM/SceEdipyaDw/s1600-h/5+months+sweet+baby+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305893123217675074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SaJRrwmT00I/AAAAAAAAAFM/SceEdipyaDw/s320/5+months+sweet+baby+girl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SaJRrstXEiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KYDSJUZdBJM/s1600-h/5+months+beautiful+dress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305893122173506082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SaJRrstXEiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KYDSJUZdBJM/s320/5+months+beautiful+dress.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-2092912860456287684?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2092912860456287684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=2092912860456287684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2092912860456287684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/2092912860456287684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-beautiful-daughter.html' title='My beautiful daughter'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SaJRrwmT00I/AAAAAAAAAFM/SceEdipyaDw/s72-c/5+months+sweet+baby+girl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-6644095983533506792</id><published>2009-02-17T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:21:11.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Monique!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Can't believe that you are turning 19 YEARS OLD! You are such a wonderful daughter, stepdaughter :), big sister, granddaughter, cousin, niece, godmother and friend to all who know you so well. May God continue to bless you in your NEXT 19 years of life. We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SZuySapoX9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/y6-GgQzHI0o/s1600-h/4+months+baptism+with+Monique.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304029015620214738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SZuySapoX9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/y6-GgQzHI0o/s320/4+months+baptism+with+Monique.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SZuzn02JLmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MrDN7TTN5w0/s1600-h/50th+ann.+dinner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304030482940898914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SZuzn02JLmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MrDN7TTN5w0/s320/50th+ann.+dinner.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SZuxGZDttoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_wy145FxbV0/s1600-h/18+year+old+photographer+Mo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304027709522687618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SZuxGZDttoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_wy145FxbV0/s320/18+year+old+photographer+Mo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-6644095983533506792?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6644095983533506792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=6644095983533506792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/6644095983533506792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/6644095983533506792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-monique.html' title='Happy Birthday, Monique!'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SZuySapoX9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/y6-GgQzHI0o/s72-c/4+months+baptism+with+Monique.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-3928598203688505222</id><published>2009-02-13T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:06:02.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Heart Day!</title><content type='html'>My life is so full of love, laughter and overwhelming joy because God blessed me with a wonderful husband and 3 beautiful children.  I pray that everyone in the world can experience the blessing of love in their life.  Here's a little poem I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds chirp in the early morning&lt;br /&gt;You rise to wake me up&lt;br /&gt;Boundless energy fills the room&lt;br /&gt;I feel love long before I reach for the coffee cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days are short and days are long&lt;br /&gt;Filled with fun, work, and play&lt;br /&gt;Longing for "Mommy" to just sit by his side&lt;br /&gt;I feel love lifting me up the entire day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic nights are redefined&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the couch to relax&lt;br /&gt;Our minds and bodies recharge&lt;br /&gt;I feel love fill my heart to the max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet kisses and lullabies&lt;br /&gt;Nursing a tiny bundle of joy&lt;br /&gt;Looking into those adoring eyes&lt;br /&gt;I feel love from my soul into you deploy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing stronger, nothing more powerful&lt;br /&gt;Given a gift to pass on to one another&lt;br /&gt;God loves me unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;He feels proud as I pass it on as wife and mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-3928598203688505222?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3928598203688505222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=3928598203688505222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/3928598203688505222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/3928598203688505222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-heart-day.html' title='Happy Heart Day!'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-5491661745516669891</id><published>2009-02-10T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:19:13.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>If your 2 year old licks the top of the salt shaker, the salt will not come out.  Happy seasoning of food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-5491661745516669891?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5491661745516669891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=5491661745516669891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/5491661745516669891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/5491661745516669891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/02/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-538955339503418208.post-3926489996292647128</id><published>2009-02-05T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:31:14.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punishing the kids or me?</title><content type='html'>After a night of "messing around" in their room when they should have been going to sleep last night, the boys needed some consequences, so I took away TV for the day.  After half the day had passed, I realized this "punishment" was harder on ME than it was on them.  UGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/538955339503418208-3926489996292647128?l=susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3926489996292647128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=538955339503418208&amp;postID=3926489996292647128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/3926489996292647128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/538955339503418208/posts/default/3926489996292647128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-threekidcircus.blogspot.com/2009/02/punishing-kids-or-me.html' title='Punishing the kids or me?'/><author><name>Mommy of three</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496384663146725393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj8U9LK5Zuo/SXluC2dTTTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GNuZI-qiZBw/S220/New+Image+12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
