<?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-7136428061674583683</id><updated>2012-01-31T17:53:54.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Love?</title><subtitle type='html'>The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order; the continuous thread of revelation. - Eudora Welty</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-8484539104102656143</id><published>2009-07-20T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:53:00.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplifying...</title><content type='html'>It's been a while, I know. And to be honest, it's going to be a much longer while. I very much need to make life simple, and obviously, blogging is not high on the priority list. I may be around, I'll always be reading &lt;i&gt;your &lt;/i&gt;blogs. But I won't be back to this one for a while, at least until serious inspiration strikes. Hope you all don't mind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-8484539104102656143?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8484539104102656143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=8484539104102656143' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/8484539104102656143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/8484539104102656143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2009/07/simplifying.html' title='Simplifying...'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-4939870709026650434</id><published>2009-05-29T16:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:25:35.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help A Mama Out</title><content type='html'>Quick question for you all (mamas, babysitters, people who are otherwise brilliant with children, etc....).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did your kids eat for snacks at around age 18 months? Or, what suggestions do you have for healthy, yummy, creative, toddler-friendly snacks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're running out of ideas and getting a little bored around here with our regular snack times and I'm looking for new ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my *many* loyal readers (snicker) all either have kids and/or love cooking so I thought I'd ask you all first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATED:  I'll take meal time suggestions, too, not just snacks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-4939870709026650434?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/4939870709026650434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=4939870709026650434' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/4939870709026650434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/4939870709026650434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2009/05/help-mama-out.html' title='Help A Mama Out'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-3474485219908234638</id><published>2009-05-26T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:26:53.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Elmo pees.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the title...I'll explain, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and I have been singing to Liam since his birth, and very early in his life certain songs seemed to calm him more than others. The monotone and repetition of songs like "Old MacDonald" and the alphabet song were particularly soothing, especially when riding in the carseat. So Liam heard these songs very, very often. And we've realized as he has gotten older that he was listening and absorbing a lot of what we were singing to him.&amp;nbsp; One of his first words was "E-I-E-I-O," in fact. We'd stopped using that song as a calming technique as he got older and needed less soothing, but suddenly probably months after hearing the song the last time, he started singing it back to us. We were stunned and thrilled that he remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it is not entirely surprising that Liam has begun singing the alphabet to us. He heard it many times when he was very small, and even has a Leapfrog toy that sings his alphabet to him as well.&amp;nbsp; So several times in the last few days I have heard him going about the house singing, "ABCD.....e..c...d.... ."&amp;nbsp; He's got the first part down, and the tune is pretty close, but after that he jumbles a little. Well, yesterday afternoon he added a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ABCD..e..c...d...*pause*......elmo peeeee..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should suggest that as the next "must-have toy" this year....Go Potty Elmo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-3474485219908234638?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/3474485219908234638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=3474485219908234638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/3474485219908234638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/3474485219908234638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2009/05/elmo-pees.html' title='Elmo pees.'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-6816525192185686482</id><published>2009-05-12T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:39:56.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trader's Joes and other thoughts</title><content type='html'>A funny thing happens whenever Brian and I move to somewhere new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place we left seems to get...cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SgnH3wTWHmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Sw9kSnqOwJM/s1600-h/schroeder%27s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SgnH3wTWHmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Sw9kSnqOwJM/s200/schroeder%27s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We lived in downtown Rome, Georgia for the first year of our marriage, right on Broad Street in an old and rundown but pretty cool little loft apartment. We spent our evenings wandering up and down Broad Street, which is the heart of downtown Rome, eating at Schroeder's New Deli and window shopping.  Then we moved to North Carolina. And Rome got STUFF. Like gourmet food shops and bakeries on Broad Street. And a Ru San's - our very favorite Atlanta sushi place, the sushi place where we had our first date. And Starbucks in the Kroger that we shopped at.  Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we lived in Charlotte which was pretty cool. And then we moved to Shelby, NC. And guess what happened? Our road in Charlotte got STUFF. The very road that we lived on for TWO WHOLE YEARS now has a SUPER Target, a Mimi's Café, and A STINKIN' &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;IKEA. An Ikea, people.  &lt;/span&gt; Now. After we're gone.  Why, oh why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so the point.  We've discovered something else that our old neighborhood in Charlotte has now that it did not before. A &lt;a href="http://www.traderjoes.com/"&gt;Trader Joe's&lt;/a&gt;. And boy, do we love Trader Joe's. Have you ever heard of them? Been to one? If not - GO!&amp;nbsp; Check out the locations, find one near you, and go!&amp;nbsp; Trader Joe's is a great little grocery store that people in California are lucky enough to get to shop at all the time. They carry lots of organic and all natural products, gourmet and hard to find foods, and their own product brand which is well priced and delicious!!&amp;nbsp; So far we've tried Trader Joe's brand cookies (yum), Korean short ribs - a must buy, and several other items including Israeli couscous (large pearls of couscous instead of very small), cheese, pizza dough, and French onion soup.&amp;nbsp; The only thing we have not been crazy about so far was the soup - Brian thought it was a little bland. Trader Joe's is also home to Charles Shaw wines, better known as "Two-Buck Chuck."&amp;nbsp; We've tried a couple of bottles with some of our dinners, and for cheap wine it's pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of my very favorite Trader Joe's purchases of late has to be the pizza dough. They sell fresh made pizza dough in little bags. You take it home, roll it out (which includes tossing it in the air if you are brave like my husband), top it, and bake!&amp;nbsp; We made two, one with olives, peppers, and mushrooms and one with fresh mozzarella, pepperoni, and mushrooms (hey, we like mushrooms).&amp;nbsp; It turned out like fancy artisan pizza that you get at overpriced pizza places but cheaper and made at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SgnIi087NbI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UX4hatJXwHg/s1600-h/March+trip+to+Rome,+Papa%27s+birthday,+playground,+easter+egg+hunt+289.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SgnIi087NbI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UX4hatJXwHg/s400/March+trip+to+Rome,+Papa%27s+birthday,+playground,+easter+egg+hunt+289.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SgnJOirn71I/AAAAAAAAAPI/TE_SlZ1er-c/s1600-h/March+trip+to+Rome,+Papa%27s+birthday,+playground,+easter+egg+hunt+295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SgnJOirn71I/AAAAAAAAAPI/TE_SlZ1er-c/s400/March+trip+to+Rome,+Papa%27s+birthday,+playground,+easter+egg+hunt+295.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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SgnJm888JGI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RQBxsM-Nn0k/s1600-h/trader+joe%27s+correct+grammar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SgnJm888JGI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RQBxsM-Nn0k/s200/trader+joe%27s+correct+grammar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I have to admit - this just makes Trader Joe's even cooler.&amp;nbsp; They use proper grammar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but wonder what will come to Shelby after Brian and I move, and what we will miss from this town when we move on to the next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-6816525192185686482?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6816525192185686482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=6816525192185686482' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/6816525192185686482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/6816525192185686482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2009/05/traders-joes-and-other-thoughts.html' title='Trader&apos;s Joes and other thoughts'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SgnH3wTWHmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Sw9kSnqOwJM/s72-c/schroeder%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-8308925586594920720</id><published>2009-03-30T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:54:52.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They Tried to Make Me Go to Rehab...</title><content type='html'>I said no, no, no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking more thoughts about my baby crush and wanted to share.&amp;nbsp; In all seriousness, I'm loving having a one -year-old around.&amp;nbsp; I have to be honest that having an infant was at times painfully difficult for me, moreso that I ever imagined it would be.&amp;nbsp; I think this is partially due to the fact that we brought Liam home into a bit of an upheaval (having just moved and having no family close and having Brian in school the day after we came home from the hospital, etc.).&amp;nbsp; The first two weeks were a cloud of sleep deprivation and &lt;i&gt;serious&lt;/i&gt; baby blues (which thankfully did not descend further into postpartum depression as we feared) and I spent a significant amount of time very worried over my "bond" with my infant. Much is made of&amp;nbsp; "bonding" in a lot of parenting circles and some doctors/authors/so-called experts put a lot of pressure and guilt on mothers to have a perfect birth and home and bonding experience, and I knew better than to get too sucked into that kind of thinking, but nevertheless I knew the feelings that I was struggling with and knew how at times Liam seemed to respond to those feelings. I had anger and resentment and literal chest-crushing anxiety for a while; in those first two weeks I often had trouble going to sleep when I got the chance because my anxiety became so severe that I would drift off to sleep and &lt;i&gt;stop breathing &lt;/i&gt;and then wake up to breathe again&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; I wish I was kidding.&amp;nbsp; Luckily that passed after the first two weeks at home. Do I need to mention that I don't do well with sleep deprivation?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The worry over bonding with Liam did not pass, however, until I tucked him into our bed and slept with him close to me all during the night and sensed an immediate change in our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Liam is no longer a tiny infant, but a walking, talking, tantruming motorboat. Maybe it comes from getting used to this mothering thing, or maybe it comes from his ever-emerging personality, or maybe a combination of so many different things. Probably I'm the last mom on the planet to figure this out.&amp;nbsp; The older Liam gets, the more I fall in love with him. He's becoming affectionate - he kisses and hugs and I think even says something resembling I love you (when prompted, of course). He's got a ridiculous sense of humor.&amp;nbsp; He understands &lt;i&gt;so much&lt;/i&gt;, and perhaps it helps that I understand so much more of him now than ever before. The wild tantrums in which he bangs his head on the floor don't rattle me at all like the tiny, undecipherable baby cries did.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong, I'd love to be able to eat at a restaurant in peace like I could when he slept in his baby sling for the whole meal, but getting to know this little person makes up for all of the toddler antics.&amp;nbsp; Getting to watch his emerging independence, his eagerness for learning, his longing to be helpful, his little mischievous grins - getting to do all of this is giving me a serious baby crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that and he sleeps (mostly) all night in his own bed again. A good night's sleep &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; helps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-8308925586594920720?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8308925586594920720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=8308925586594920720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/8308925586594920720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/8308925586594920720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2009/03/they-tried-to-make-me-go-to-rehab.html' title='They Tried to Make Me Go to Rehab...'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-7070468627549583082</id><published>2009-03-30T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:03:56.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Affair</title><content type='html'>I guess it's time I confessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love.  My heart has been stolen and I'm head over heels. All the clichés apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Liam and he is a dashing little gent who has swept me completely off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so there's a bit of an age difference, I'll admit.  But never you mind, I'm convinced this 15 -month-old is the one for me.  He only has to take my face in his hands and kiss me and I swoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you?&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/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SbA-TyS1NGI/AAAAAAAAAOE/76dHhnT7el4/s1600-h/Liam+March+4+018.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309812470309008482" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SbA-TyS1NGI/AAAAAAAAAOE/76dHhnT7el4/s400/Liam+March+4+018.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning at around 6:30 he nuzzled next to me as I slumbered, curved his little back against my belly, and snuggled happily until 9:00 a.m.&amp;nbsp; When he finally drifted awake, he sat up next to me all chicken hair and blinking eyes and matter-of-factly declared,"Apple pie."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Which I believe was not as much a request for breakfast as a statement of his philosophy for the day. The sun is shining, we've had a good night's sleep, therefore, apple pie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't fall in love with a fellow who thinks like that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-7070468627549583082?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7070468627549583082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=7070468627549583082' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/7070468627549583082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/7070468627549583082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-affair.html' title='Love Affair'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SbA-TyS1NGI/AAAAAAAAAOE/76dHhnT7el4/s72-c/Liam+March+4+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-8605504891961386346</id><published>2009-03-29T22:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:00:59.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive....</title><content type='html'>I'm not an addict...maybe that's a lie....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided recently to go through all of the pages that I have bookmarked and add them to my blog. I thought that it would make it easier to keep up with blogs and sites I like to look at but sometimes forget about, not to mention that my bookmarks are getting quite numerous.  I thought you all might be interested in some of them, too.  I thought that my reading habits were not getting out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The links that I have added are only a portion of the pages that I have bookmarked. Of course, most of the time I see something that I want to look at later and I bookmark it and forget about it. But a lot of these pages I visit on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there such a thing as blogger rehab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bonus points if you can name the song and band referenced above. Bonus points for what, you say? Um..I'll get back to you on that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-8605504891961386346?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8605504891961386346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=8605504891961386346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/8605504891961386346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/8605504891961386346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-not-habit-its-cool-i-feel-alive.html' title='It&apos;s not a habit, it&apos;s cool, I feel alive....'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-2526902738195895738</id><published>2009-03-27T21:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:02:48.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>Can I just ask what is up with the tattoo on the model's neck in the picture below? Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sayin'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-2526902738195895738?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2526902738195895738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=2526902738195895738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/2526902738195895738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/2526902738195895738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2009/03/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-84612542645568096</id><published>2009-03-26T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:15:31.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I do it?</title><content type='html'>This: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/ScwnKR3vJKI/AAAAAAAAAOw/D1PY5rJSJZw/s1600-h/short+hair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/ScwnKR3vJKI/AAAAAAAAAOw/D1PY5rJSJZw/s320/short+hair.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;In this color:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/ScwnEUkz93I/AAAAAAAAAOo/vN2jgh-sJaA/s1600-h/sartorialistcoco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/ScwnEUkz93I/AAAAAAAAAOo/vN2jgh-sJaA/s320/sartorialistcoco.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/Scwm-eDWbVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/qCDw9i1cKjY/s1600-h/coco+rocha+red+hair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/Scwm-eDWbVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/qCDw9i1cKjY/s320/coco+rocha+red+hair.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(image via &lt;a href="http://www.thesartorialist.com/"&gt;The Sartorialist&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/Scwm6AQ41kI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NUsJtwy5W3Y/s1600/CocoRocha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/Scwm6AQ41kI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NUsJtwy5W3Y/s320/CocoRocha.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-84612542645568096?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/84612542645568096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=84612542645568096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/84612542645568096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/84612542645568096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2009/03/should-i-do-it.html' title='Should I do it?'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/ScwnKR3vJKI/AAAAAAAAAOw/D1PY5rJSJZw/s72-c/short+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-5903199531250465923</id><published>2009-03-15T21:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:35:53.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TESTING IN PROGRESS</title><content type='html'>Yep, testing out some new templates. I'm hankering for a custom made one...but trying these out until then.  Just hold on with me until I get things settled!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-5903199531250465923?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/5903199531250465923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=5903199531250465923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/5903199531250465923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/5903199531250465923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2009/03/testing-in-progress.html' title='TESTING IN PROGRESS'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-8560713726962779818</id><published>2009-02-26T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:01:38.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbles</title><content type='html'>I've mentioned before that my son has an apparent fondness for the taste of Dove soap. Well, he has grown so fond of it, in fact, that I've had to begin hiding the soap from him. Unless I'm actively washing him, the bar of soap is put out of his hungry little reach. Tonight, I slipped. I forgot and left the soap on the edge of the tub, and before I could retrieve it he had taken a mighty chomp and started chewing.&amp;nbsp; He scoffed at my admonition that "we don't eat the soap, Liam" with a hearty "MMMMM-MMMM!"&amp;nbsp; Which made him cough. And sputter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At which point he gazed at the stream of soap bubbles pouring down his chin and onto his chest, proudly announced, "BUHH-BLE!!" and started splashing with glee.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, son, when you eat soap, you can blow lots of bubbles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-8560713726962779818?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8560713726962779818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=8560713726962779818' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/8560713726962779818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/8560713726962779818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2009/02/bubbles.html' title='Bubbles'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-2760216229303253703</id><published>2009-02-13T13:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:41:26.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ACK!!</title><content type='html'>I toyed around with changing my template, and now look what I've done! Blogger has eaten  my blog lists and all my lovely links are missing.  I will set out to fix this very soon, and will return also with some fun updates.  Tbc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-2760216229303253703?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2760216229303253703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=2760216229303253703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/2760216229303253703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/2760216229303253703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2009/02/ack.html' title='ACK!!'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-1686735529490766985</id><published>2009-01-26T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:16:04.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks!!</title><content type='html'>A little blogger thrill. There are commenters coming out of the woodwork lately that I had no idea were reading. And I discovered a link to my blog on someone's page, again having no idea she was reading. These things make me smile inside.&amp;nbsp; Just thought you should know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-1686735529490766985?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1686735529490766985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=1686735529490766985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/1686735529490766985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/1686735529490766985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks.html' title='Thanks!!'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-6626869355162908396</id><published>2009-01-25T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:46:07.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what was missing and why</title><content type='html'>This was really supposed to be all one post, but last night I realized that things were just getting WAY  too long and so I figured that I'd come back later and finish up. I don't want to drag on and on and chase you all away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I set out planning and thinking of the things that I love, my first thoughts were "Brian and Liam, and Jesus." So I started typing that out. But as I did, I realized that my words just did not feel right, and did not ring true in my heart.  So I started over. When I typed out the sentence "I love Jesus" it had the feeling that this was a completed thing, a done deal. When really, to me, it's so much more of a process. Truthfully, I'm in the process of &lt;i&gt;learning&lt;/i&gt; to love Jesus each day, and I'm far from reaching that. I guess really the same thing could be said for my love of Brian and Liam as well. I love tea and design and creepy stories as much as I'm ever going to. But loving my husband and my child and &lt;i&gt;my Savior&lt;/i&gt;?  I hope that for the rest of my life my love grows and changes and moves and is never finished. So I can't say that I love Jesus, end of sentence. I'm just not there yet. Loving my Savior is not something that I always know how to do, or something that always comes easily.  But I'm learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Something Alli said in her comment on my post about restlessness really rang true with me - we're all a bit "meh" inside.  Because that's true, I think we are. I think that "meh" feeling in our hearts is an emptiness that was put there for a reason. We're all searching for how to fill that up, how to satisfy that feeling. The only thing that works is Jesus, but that's so hard to realize sometimes! Learning how to completely let go and let all of our desires be met by Him is part of the lifelong process of learning to love Him. I like what Maya Angelou has to say about this. I don't know the exact quote and Liam is not being patient enough for me to Google it, but she calls herself a "practicing Christian" because she's not an expert yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to leave Brian and Liam out of the "love" post too. I'm certainly not an expert wife, and Liam is letting me know right now how much of an expert mother I am NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..... enough for now. Back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-6626869355162908396?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6626869355162908396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=6626869355162908396' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/6626869355162908396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/6626869355162908396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-was-missing-and-why.html' title='what was missing and why'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-751279142178627878</id><published>2009-01-24T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:05:00.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning...really long post ahead!</title><content type='html'>Hi! Remember me? I'm Southern Wife, and I'm a blogger. Ok, really, I'm just Linz. Once upon a time this blog was going to be anonymous, but then I had a baby, and all thoughts of anonymity flew out the window because when you have a baby to update about, folks like to know who you are. And, well, you're proud and stuff.  And about that blogger thing...not doing so well at that lately, am I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it may seem so, I have not disappeared forever from the blogging world. Life has been calling, and I've been answering, and I have many lovely updates from our holiday season to report, although I probably will not report them and will just upload pictures from Halloween forward to my Facebook account. Maybe. Before next Halloween. Maybe.  I also have a very overdue tag to respond to (thank you for your words of encouragement, Bethany! Here I am!).  I did not realize that it was all the way back in November that Bethany &lt;a href="http://proverbs2six.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-tagged.html"&gt;tagged me&lt;/a&gt; to post a list of five things that I love. &lt;i&gt;Of course I have to answer this tag - it's the theme of my blog!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really wanted to get this post done. Some little things this weekend threatened to stop me, like having no water for 12 hours (well pump broken, then fixed), having our dryer quit (which Brian fixed - brilliant!), and having a Liam vomiting on me and everything else (bed, couch, floor, daddy, high chair tray, younameithethrewuponit) all day today!  An aside - Allison, aren't you glad you didn't come to visit &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; weekend??  Nevertheless, I have persisted, and I'm determined to finish this post tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asked to tell you five things I love. Since the name of my blog is, after all, "What do you love?" I thought it would be rather appropriate for me to answer this tag.  So here goes! (I'm starting with the not-as-obvious and working my way to the most important things). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I love design. Interior design (although you can't tell it by looking at my house, but one day..one day...), graphic design, letterpress design, fashion design, etc.  I'm not creative enough to actually BE a designer, but I love to look at the beautiful things other people have done. I used to wonder why I like magazines so much, but then I finally figured out that I love to look at all the images - the design of the ads, rooms, clothes, layout, and so many other elements. Instead of a picture for this one I'm adding a couple of awesome design links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/"&gt;Design*Sponge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designmom.com/"&gt;Design Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/"&gt;Apartment Therapy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dominomag.com/"&gt;Domino Magazine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't those just so much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SXvkAGSJlmI/AAAAAAAAANM/3QgVHTlGJ30/s1600-h/atlanta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SXvkAGSJlmI/AAAAAAAAANM/3QgVHTlGJ30/s320/atlanta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2.  I love the South. Yes, that's with a capital S.  I'm deeply rooted in the Deep South - I grew up in Georgia, and part of my family comes from Louisiana and Mississippi. I love the culture (not always the history, but the culture nevertheless), the people, and the food!!  I'm proud of our music, our traditions, our manners, our literature. I think the southern US is a place of great confusion, and sometimes I think it is populated with crazy people. I also think that's what made writers like William Faulker and Flannery O'Connor write what they did - I think we're all trying to make sense of this strange, beautiful place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I love ghost stories. My very favorite TV show EVER is Ghost Hunters. I love to hear and watch all these creepy things, but I know that in real life if confronted with anything "supernatural" that I would just fall apart. I'm not talking horror - I hate horror movies with a passion. I'm talking about good old fashioned "grandma's house was haunted" kinds of stories.  But...not if you're telling them late at night around a camp fire or something. Yikes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love tea. I think you all probably know this one already. I do not drink coffee. I even order tea at Starbucks. I like black tea, green tea, herbal tea, white tea, red tea (did you all know there were this many kinds of tea??) Iced or hot. Actually, preferably hot.  In the morning with cream and honey, at night before bed, when I'm sick, when I'm working. There is always a perfect cup of tea for any occasion! My preferred teas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain old black tea for breakfast or anytime: &lt;a href="http://www.pgtips.co.uk/"&gt;PG Tips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For trying new kinds of tea: &lt;a href="http://www.teavana.com/"&gt;Teavana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tea and accessories: &lt;a href="http://www.stashtea.com/"&gt;STASH tea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For gorgeous packaging (see #1 above): &lt;a href="http://www.harney.com/"&gt;Harney &amp;amp; Sons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for night time, an old favorite:  &lt;a href="http://www.celestialseasonings.com/products/detail.html/herbal-teas/sleepytime"&gt;Sleepytime&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many more that I could link but I'm getting carried away and I need to move on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love Family.  I love being surrounded by my relatives, even though most of them are nuts and drive me nuts! I grew up having family gatherings at my Nana and Papa's. All of our extended relatives would come over, and my papa and my dad and my uncles would gather around the fireplace and play bluegrass music. My papa played banjo, my uncles played guitar, and my dad and Nana would sing harmony. Sometimes the neighbor, Nana's uncle, would come over with his fiddle and play.  We'd play and sing and laugh and eat, and as a child I loved the feeling of being surrounded by all that love. Brian's family is the same, maybe without as much music. We gather and visit and eat and have fun. I'm thrilled that even though my family is more spread out than it used to be, Liam is still growing up surrounded by people who love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of my love of family, of course, is Brian and Liam.  I love having my own little family of three, as well. We're creating our own traditions and trying to create that same atmosphere of loving warmth right here, as well as with all the relatives around.   The picture below reminded me of Brian, and I just had to add it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SSS09rR66FI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jJRjZmRrttw/s1600-h/clever+girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SSS09rR66FI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jJRjZmRrttw/s320/clever+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(image via &lt;a href="http://www.joannagoddard.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Cup of Jo&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I love my husband!  And, I love this little boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SXvie9-LziI/AAAAAAAAANE/SHaW-g9xc3Y/s1600-h/Liam+Christmas+and+Birthday+2008+to+2009+083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SXvie9-LziI/AAAAAAAAANE/SHaW-g9xc3Y/s320/Liam+Christmas+and+Birthday+2008+to+2009+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hasn't he grown??? This is his happy face on his first Christmas morning. What a wonderful sight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...I guess after all that I need to be done for now. However, something is missing from my post above. Can you think of what it might be?  My next will explain at length what was left out of this list and why!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, and seriously, I have not one ounce of energy left to tag anyone right now. Maybe next time. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-751279142178627878?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/751279142178627878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=751279142178627878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/751279142178627878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/751279142178627878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/11/warningreally-long-post-ahead.html' title='Warning...really long post ahead!'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SXvkAGSJlmI/AAAAAAAAANM/3QgVHTlGJ30/s72-c/atlanta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-6813362493233775878</id><published>2009-01-12T16:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:44:48.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Entitled Honesty (or Why I'm So Restless)</title><content type='html'>I actually do have another blog post in the works, but I had to spontaneously dash this down to get it off my chest. Hopefully I will get the chance to publish my response to being tagged, finally, this week (thank you Bethany for missing my words - I'm still here!)&amp;nbsp; But for now..honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here at my desk, waiting for the doctors to download more work for us. I'm simultaneously browsing at least five different web sites, blogs, Twitter, and Facebook. I'm bored. Profoundly bored. Liam is "helping" Brian fold some laundry in the other room, and I'm putting off all the other housework that I should be doing in a slow period at work (although I did just run and take a shower, the first one I've had before 10 pm this week). And this is pretty much what every day looks like. I get up, feed the baby, try to do what needs to be done in the house, and then come to my desk and sit for anywhere between 8 and 12 hours a day. I worked this weekend too, so I've been sitting at this desk every day for 8 days straight now.&amp;nbsp; While I'm here I work, and browse, and venture into so many other people's lives via their blogs and Tweets and Facebook pages. Then I get up, feed the baby, bathe him and try to get him to sleep, and rush to get to sleep myself before I have to wake up with him (still) in the middle of the night. And do it all over again. And today it strikes me more sharply than usual that I feel sometimes as if my life is slipping away while I read about everyone elses.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bursting inside with the want to produce - I want to write, read, make things, listen to music, eat, travel, even just get outside in the sunshine while it lasts. I want to live and enjoy the good things in life like conversations, meals, songs, and books. But I'm stuck in this house, at a desk, with headphones shoved over my ears, and it seems sometimes like all the rest of life is shut out. Or passing by outside me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get terribly cold sometimes during the day, even when it is 70 degrees inside the house, and when I think about why, I realize it is because the only parts of my body that move for hours at a time are my fingers and one foot (the pedal that controls the dictaphone).  It's really no wonder that (with the help of having a baby) I'm now a staggering 70 pounds overweight.&amp;nbsp; I've been doing transcription for almost 8 years now, so that's a lot of time spent sitting instead of moving.&amp;nbsp; That's the nature of my job - I sit at my desk with headphones and a pedal, the radiologists read x-rays, and I type what they say. All day long. Once you've learned the terms, the format, the programs, and the voices, it's the same thing over and over and over again. And I'm bored stiff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I chose this career, or at least chose to continue doing it for all these years.&amp;nbsp; I love to type and I love words and I am really interested in medicine, and the solitude does suit me much better than it would most people. I know a lot of my friends would have lost their minds after a week of doing what I do, never mind 8 years. It's nice to not have to get up and dress up for work every morning, although I do miss that sometimes too.&amp;nbsp; And yes, I'm home with my son. But often lately I wonder if working here with him all day is not just as bad as having him in day care. I mean, he sees me, but he cannot understand why Mommy sits at her desk and cannot get up and play with him. I'm honestly a little afraid that he will grow up thinking that a computer was more important than him. It makes me feel neglectful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wonder why I blog so little, when I'm at the desk so much, it's of course because I have to try to stay on task. And when I'm not working, our schedule is still so harried with Brian in school. We both crash, exhausted, at the end of the day without getting done nearly what needs to get done each day. Granted, we're both awful at time management.&amp;nbsp; Still, I'm longing for the end of the next two years, when Brian has a full time career and no school work and maybe, just maybe, we'll be closer to our family so we can get a little help. These endless days of the same routine (or lack thereof) are wearing on us both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked with Brian a little bit about all of this today. He wants me to go back to school when he is finished. I don't know what I want, except for a little time to think outside the box, or perhaps outside my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:&amp;nbsp; Please don't think I'm Negative Nellie.&amp;nbsp; My next post, regarding things that I love, hopefully will dissuade you from that opinion.&amp;nbsp; Today I'm just a woman whose body is at a desk while her mind is on an airplane to somewhere beautiful, or at least perched in the oak tree in the back yard. Today I'm just wishing the two could meet up more often.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-6813362493233775878?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6813362493233775878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=6813362493233775878' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/6813362493233775878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/6813362493233775878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2009/01/entitled-honesty-or-why-im-so-restless.html' title='Entitled Honesty (or Why I&apos;m So Restless)'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-8656622256180223633</id><published>2008-12-01T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:12:39.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/STR9PlIqu_I/AAAAAAAAALc/iRWHP_DA6yc/s1600-h/red+ribbon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/STR9PlIqu_I/AAAAAAAAALc/iRWHP_DA6yc/s320/red+ribbon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you did not know it, today is World AIDS Day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today is a day to pray, hope, give, love, touch, and remember.&amp;nbsp; For me especially, today is a day to remember.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My status on Facebook has been about remembering today. I commented on a friend's blog post about World AIDS Day as well &lt;a href="http://soulache.posterous.com/"&gt;(http://soulache.posterous.com/)&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; And several people have sent me prayers and love.&amp;nbsp; See, 15 years ago my dad died of AIDS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the comments just feel strange.&amp;nbsp; I appreciate so much everyone's kindness, but I want to tell each of them - don't pray for me.&amp;nbsp; I'm fine. I loved my dad, he loved me, I miss him, but I have a wealth of wonderful memories that will last me forever and that ease any sadness I might have. I have the blessing of time that eases hurt. I have the peace and assurance that my dad no longer hurts so badly like he did 15 years ago. I have the faith that I will see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really want to tell everyone is to pray for the others. Pray for the hurting. Pray for those who are suffering now. Pray for their families. Pray for people to love them and care for them and not make them feel ashamed. Pray for the doctors and researchers and nurses and Hospice workers. Pray for the little kids who have lost/are losing parents who do not yet have the benefit of an adult perspective to make things ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that all of us will not forget how important this is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I guess 15 years later I forget a lot. I think about my dad and our relationship and who he was, whole, healthy, complete.&amp;nbsp; I don't really think about AIDS the way I did when I was so much younger, even in college. I was so profoundly affected by it then, but life has continued forward and the memories remain but the passion for the cause has taken a back seat to everyday life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happens if everyone lets this happen? That's a dangerous thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pray that apathy does not set in. Pray that we will remember the loved ones we've lost but not forget to do something about the disease that took them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember World AIDS Day is December 1, but we can make a difference every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-8656622256180223633?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8656622256180223633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=8656622256180223633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/8656622256180223633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/8656622256180223633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/12/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/STR9PlIqu_I/AAAAAAAAALc/iRWHP_DA6yc/s72-c/red+ribbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-2904214627220774451</id><published>2008-11-22T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T12:34:19.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Charming Kids, and a contest!</title><content type='html'>Have you all ever followed the link from my blog to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;My Charming Kids&lt;/a&gt;, home of MckMama and her lovely children?&amp;nbsp; It's a great blog - a real hoot, &lt;i&gt;and &lt;/i&gt;a real inspiration.&amp;nbsp; Plus tons of info about having a household full of small kids and making everything run smoothly. And you cannot miss the story of little Stellan, also known as MckMuffin, who is their miracle baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, check it out, it's tons of fun, and she's holding a cool contest (which I'm entering via this blog post). But..I would want to tell you about her blog, even if she was not holding a contest. Because it's a good read, and we love a good read, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...I have been tagged by Bethany.&amp;nbsp; Response post in progress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-2904214627220774451?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2904214627220774451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=2904214627220774451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/2904214627220774451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/2904214627220774451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-charming-kids-and-contest.html' title='Some Charming Kids, and a contest!'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-5840122150886533228</id><published>2008-11-10T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:45:15.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever works.</title><content type='html'>Mr. Liam has been sick for the last few days, for the first time in his little life. I'm very proud that my baby made it to 10 months old without ever getting sick. But of course, he could not just get a simple cold or anything the first time. Poor thing had to go and get strep throat. Ouch!!!&amp;nbsp; For the past three nights when he awakens at night he has just been coming into the bed with me.&amp;nbsp; This of course has its benefits for both of us - Liam can nurse as often as he likes, to soothe his throat, stay hydrated, and be comforted by Mama. Mama on the other hand can get a little more sleep and steal as many kisses and snuggles as she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other perks for Liam:&amp;nbsp; Sleeping for thirty minutes with feet propped comfortably upon Mama's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Turning upside down in bed, propping feet upon headboard, and nursing &lt;i&gt;upside down.&lt;/i&gt; All of this must be especially comforting to my sick baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another new remedy discovered by Mr. Liam:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SRhkUQZ8RcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/b_tMXcvkyY0/s1600-h/Liam+DL+Nov+10+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SRhkUQZ8RcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/b_tMXcvkyY0/s400/Liam+DL+Nov+10+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dove soap must work wonders on a sore throat or something. So much for threatening to wash his mouth out with it when he gets older!!!&amp;nbsp; (Yes, he did spit it out. And yes, he DID pick it up and try to eat it again.)&amp;nbsp; Whatever works, I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-5840122150886533228?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/5840122150886533228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=5840122150886533228' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/5840122150886533228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/5840122150886533228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/11/whatever-works.html' title='Whatever works.'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SRhkUQZ8RcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/b_tMXcvkyY0/s72-c/Liam+DL+Nov+10+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-4154696965056998734</id><published>2008-11-05T14:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:16:57.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because. 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Ranunculus.'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SRH5pDAoqvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/39yPPk3LK3E/s72-c/Ranunculus+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-2172530001077763700</id><published>2008-11-04T22:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:31:47.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Patients and Pillow Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre  style=";font-family:Times,&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When were you most happy? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre  style=";font-family:Times,&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre  style=";font-family:Times,&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When were you least happy?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre  style=";font-family:Times,&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre  style=";font-family:Times,&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And what do you love? Say everything. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre  style=";font-family:Times,&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Water. Fish in it. And hedgehogs. I love hedgehogs. Marmite. I'm addicted.&lt;br /&gt;And baths, but not with other people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre  style=";font-family:Times,&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Islands. And your handwriting. I could go on all day. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre  style=";font-family:Times,&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Go on all day.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:x-small;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The title of my blog is taken, obviously, from the above dialog&lt;br /&gt;in the film The English Patient. I've mentioned here before that&lt;br /&gt;it is my favorite film, and while most people find it dreadfully&lt;br /&gt;boring, something about the imagery resonated deeply with me.&lt;br /&gt;When I set out to create a blog, I knew immediately what the title&lt;br /&gt;should be. But there is much more to this title than just a line&lt;br /&gt;from my favorite movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;    &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've also mentioned here before that at one time in my life I&lt;br /&gt;journaled almost obsessively.  My journals were always much more&lt;br /&gt;than just chronicles of the mundane details of my life, however.&lt;br /&gt;A person once told me,after being allowed to read, that when I&lt;br /&gt;wrote I held back nothing, and that while I desperately tried to&lt;br /&gt;make order of my life, my journals contained all my chaos. It was&lt;br /&gt;true. Raw chaos, yes. But also my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another of my inspirations is the idea of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Pillow_Book"&gt;The Pillow Book&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I love the exercise of making lists and observations in my writings.&lt;br /&gt;One of the first lists I composed in this journal of my heart was&lt;br /&gt;a list titled, of course, "What Do You Love?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I set out to say everything.  And when I began to blog, since&lt;br /&gt;I have so little time to put pen to paper now, I originally set&lt;br /&gt;out to do the same thing here - to say everything that I love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;    &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is much more than just the obvious. I love my husband,&lt;br /&gt;my son. I'm learning to love Jesus more and more. Of course those&lt;br /&gt;will be topics of reflection here, hopefully more often&lt;br /&gt;(as I'm also inspired by &lt;a href="http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/"&gt;NieNie&lt;/a&gt; to grow and share a more positive&lt;br /&gt;outlook on the daily tasks of being a wife and mother.) There are&lt;br /&gt;so many more things on those lists, however; not so obvious things,&lt;br /&gt;things meant to remind us of the beauty in life. So I begin now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;   &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I love?&lt;br /&gt;I love a cup of tea in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the radio in the middle of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Boys with blue eyes (of which I now have two!).&lt;br /&gt;A meal outdoors. Warm days with the windows open.&lt;br /&gt;The scent of Dove soap. Pretty pajamas. Farmer's markets.&lt;br /&gt;New books. A massage. Pens and paper. The milky breath of a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Sweaters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is just the beginning.  What about you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do &lt;i&gt;you &lt;/i&gt;love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go on...say everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-2172530001077763700?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2172530001077763700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=2172530001077763700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/2172530001077763700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/2172530001077763700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/11/patients-and-pillow-books_04.html' title='Patients and Pillow Books'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-2295532462179019271</id><published>2008-11-03T16:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:06:59.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Schedule for a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Tons, really. The ones listed on this page are only a few.&amp;nbsp; And in my link-following and reading one day I came across a lovely, charming blog called the NieNie Dialogues.&amp;nbsp; The NieNie Dialogues is authored by Stephanie Nielson, wife and mother of four. I began to enjoy this little blog so much because of the positive outlook shared by NieNie, her creativity, and her ability to focus on the beauty in her life. In the pages she writes odes to her children, their dog, and her adoring love for her husband, Mr. Nielson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I certainly was not the only one who was inspired by NieNie.&amp;nbsp; In August of this year, she and her husband were in a private plane crash in Arizona and Stephanie in particular was critically injured.&amp;nbsp; The blog world united and has so far raised nearly $150,000 to aid in the medical expenses for their recovery, which will cost into the millions.&amp;nbsp; The family even made an appearance on the Today Show to talk about this internet phenomenon. I have linked to her page on the left, and to her sister Courtney's blog as well, for updates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have never heard of the NieNie Dialogues before, check out this sweet and inspiring story. You just might be inspired to post a love letter to your husband on your own blog. I might be as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-6639669081794463524?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6639669081794463524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=6639669081794463524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/6639669081794463524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/6639669081794463524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-you-know-nie.html' title='Do you know Nie?'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-5666404728714184797</id><published>2008-10-29T15:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:26:39.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDER CONSTRUCTION</title><content type='html'>Obviously. To be completed soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-5666404728714184797?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/5666404728714184797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=5666404728714184797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/5666404728714184797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/5666404728714184797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/10/under-construction.html' title='UNDER CONSTRUCTION'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-4854225296576987510</id><published>2008-10-06T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:58:19.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm IT!!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by Alli at When in Rome.&amp;nbsp; I'm supposed to answer this survey using only one word answers. So here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;Desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where is your significant other?&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair color?&lt;br /&gt;Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother?&lt;br /&gt;Debbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father?&lt;br /&gt;Greg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing?&lt;br /&gt;family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The room you're in?&lt;br /&gt;Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby?&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear?&lt;br /&gt;Loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years?&lt;br /&gt;Georgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night?&lt;br /&gt;church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What you're not?&lt;br /&gt;cleaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. One of your wish-list items?&lt;br /&gt;rugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Where you grew up?&lt;br /&gt;Georgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;clicked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;sweats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Your TV?&lt;br /&gt;Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Your pet?&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Your computer?&lt;br /&gt;Gateway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your mood?&lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your car?&lt;br /&gt;Sold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Something you're not wearing?&lt;br /&gt;rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite store?&lt;br /&gt;Target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Your summer?&lt;br /&gt;over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Love someone?&lt;br /&gt;lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed?&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging Bethany, Carrie, Mary, and BRIAN so maybe he will BLOG for once!!! (I'm not sure anyone else reads me...maybe I should do followers and find out??)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-4854225296576987510?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/4854225296576987510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=4854225296576987510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/4854225296576987510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/4854225296576987510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-it.html' title='I&apos;m IT!!'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-4915191773883797683</id><published>2008-10-05T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:31:56.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greenville Pics, etc.</title><content type='html'>Well, I came to post my baby video, but all of a sudden the little video thingamabob is gone, so I'm going to have to figure out what to do now.&amp;nbsp; I will post some pictures of our weekend, though.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I've got more on my mind however than just baby pics. We're doing a small group at church on parenting using the video series by Chip Ingram, "How to be an Effective Parent in a Defective World."&amp;nbsp; It's a great study, and Chip Ingram brings up so many great points (if you are not familiar with him you can find him at &lt;a href="http://www.lote.org/"&gt;Living on The Edge&lt;/a&gt;.)&amp;nbsp; Two things in particular have really struck me and I'd like to share them with you.&amp;nbsp; Most of the series, particularly the first session, talks about modeling for our children.&amp;nbsp; We all pretty much know that our kids are going to do what we do and not what we say.&amp;nbsp; But Chip puts it in different terms - could we instruct our kids to do everything exactly the way we do?&amp;nbsp; Would we be comfortable telling them to handle &lt;i&gt;every single situation&lt;/i&gt; EXACTLY the way we do?&amp;nbsp; Because that's&lt;b&gt; exactly&lt;/b&gt; what our children are going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. That's rough. Hard core. Do I want Liam to talk to his dad like I do? Do I want Liam to handle stress the way I do? Get lazy like I do? Even more profound - do I want Liam to be faithful in prayer like me? To study God's word the way I do? To love God the way I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he will.  Ouch.&amp;nbsp; If I want my son to grow up to be a godly man of integrity (which I do),&amp;nbsp; I sure had better model that for him (and Brian had better too) because no matter what we &lt;i&gt;say&lt;/i&gt; to Liam, the lessons that he will learn most will be the ones we teach with our actions.&amp;nbsp; Talk about motivation!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other point that resonated with me from our recent lessons was this:&amp;nbsp; One of the worst things you can possibly do to your child is to do for him what he is capable of doing himself. Basically Chip says that in doing so you are crippling your child.&amp;nbsp; I loved this, because it rings so true.&amp;nbsp; I know adults who cannot do basic tasks for themselves because a parent always did it for them.&amp;nbsp; I remember so clearly being embarrassed in middle school because my friends knew how to do some things for themselves that I did not (like, at the time, how to iron a shirt).  I sometimes think moms are especially bad about this with their sons, and then they send overly dependent sons off to depend on their wives (this is not at all a reference to my husband, let me be clear).&amp;nbsp; I do not want to be that kind of mother to my son.&amp;nbsp; Of course, at 9 months old there are not really any age-appropriate responsibilities to give him yet, hahaha!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably have further commentary about this parenting study as the weeks go along - and I would encourage you all to give Chip a listen (not just the parenting stuff, but any of his studies).&amp;nbsp; Now...let's have just a few pics from the weekend, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the pumpkin shoes.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SOl3DHXeqoI/AAAAAAAAAII/SjZ84_zTPvg/s1600-h/Liam+DL+October+5+079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SOl3DHXeqoI/AAAAAAAAAII/7bEfzRbZqwc/s400-R/Liam+DL+October+5+079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falls Park in Greenville, SC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SOl06FWdgqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/M2JneTrfkFw/s1600-h/Liam+DL+October+5+085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SOl06FWdgqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/1F5ZKwAKb1c/s400-R/Liam+DL+October+5+085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SOl1TUZAqmI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YI8Yjys-mFA/s1600-h/Liam+DL+October+5+082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SOl1TUZAqmI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xd8rqNxkKWk/s200-R/Liam+DL+October+5+082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SOlztVUz0eI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cDQcwEw9HCw/s1600-h/Liam+DL+October+5+105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SOlztVUz0eI/AAAAAAAAAHw/gazCp4IRrGk/s200-R/Liam+DL+October+5+105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alli, the onesie fits perfectly, see?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-4915191773883797683?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/4915191773883797683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=4915191773883797683' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/4915191773883797683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/4915191773883797683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/10/greenville-pics-etc.html' title='Greenville Pics, etc.'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SOl3DHXeqoI/AAAAAAAAAII/7bEfzRbZqwc/s72-Rc/Liam+DL+October+5+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-4217003371644996455</id><published>2008-10-04T21:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:00:28.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two posts in as many days? What?</title><content type='html'>Today Brian and Liam and I drove down to Greenville, SC to meet up with his parents for the day. We strolled around a gorgeous park in a newly developed area of downtown (I think it's pretty new, anyway - Mary? Am I right?) and let Liam crawl around in the grass and on a little stage there. A 2 year old little girl came up and crawled around with him for a while, and he LOVED it. I've got to get him around more children. He loves other "little people" but there are not many other babies in his life right now. We ate lunch and dinner with the grandparents and walked downtown, visited the Mast General Store and O.P. Taylor's toy store, and just generally had a relaxing day. It was so great to get outside and spend some time with family instead of being stuck inside at work all the time!  At the toy store, Liam became particularly attached to a miniature grand piano and howled every time I tried to pick him up and take him away. He loved sitting at the piano and pressing the keys and "singing" along.  It was a moment that I wished my dad could have seen - he loved to play and sing so much, and he would be so thrilled that Liam seems to love music already.  I've got some pictures to post tomorrow...none of the piano, though, because he would not let me put him down even long enough to pull out the camera!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-4217003371644996455?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/4217003371644996455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=4217003371644996455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/4217003371644996455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/4217003371644996455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-posts-in-as-many-days-what.html' title='Two posts in as many days? What?'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-1992735978471040353</id><published>2008-10-03T17:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T17:42:50.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One more thing...</title><content type='html'>Oh, and if you happen to enlarge the photos below (which I would NOT recommend doing, by the way), those are NOT dust bunnies on the floor where my baby was crawling. Nope. Not a single one. And that is NOT what it looks like in the reflection on the floor. Nope. I would never put that on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And truthfully, that's drool on the floor. Not what it looks like. (I mean it this time.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-1992735978471040353?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1992735978471040353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=1992735978471040353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/1992735978471040353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/1992735978471040353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-more-thing.html' title='One more thing...'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-8085047493345462160</id><published>2008-09-23T17:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T17:26:56.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying Again</title><content type='html'>Do any of you find yourselves making list after list of projects, dreams, intentions, "to-do" missives, etc. with the "If, then" stipulation attached?  When this happens, &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; will get done. If&lt;i&gt; this&lt;/i&gt; is complete, then I can do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. And of course those projects rarely all get completed. And the conditions are never quite met. But we make ourselves crazy sometimes thinking those perfectionist thoughts.  I'm terrible about this. I have this sense of order that makes me think these thoughts almost constantly - and what it boils down to honestly, with me and I'm sure a lot of us, is that if we can just achieve "blank", THEN we will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;.  Even if we don't specifically name it "happiness," that's what we're striving for.  And that's completely wrong.  I know that happiness, contentment, and joy can be found in Christ alone, and that we are to be content no matter the circumstances. I know that I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;find true happiness in all these other things, even if I got every single tiny thing on every single "to-do" list in my head completed and checked-off.  Even so, knowing this in my heart, it's still difficult to convince my brain of this, and so I strive. And we all do sometimes, subconsciously, because we're human.   But anyway, that's where I've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as a wife and mom and employee there are things that really do have to get done - dishes pile up and laundry accumulates and babies outgrow clothing and so forth.  So I've been trying to catch up on the necessary things and maybe to get a little beyond the necessary.  I get a lot of inspiration from blogs that I read (more on this later) about some of those projects that I want to do (maybe healthy inspiration, sometimes maybe not) but I realized that I was spending way too much time just looking at the ideas. So I needed to take an internet hiatus to try to tip the scale back in the direction of action. Basically, I needed to get off my tail, out of the desk chair, and actually DO some things in my house/life/etc. rather than just thinking about what I wanted to be happening. I guess in all that striving for "happiness" there comes a point too where I get overwhelmed and sit and think about it rather than putting anything into motion. I can sit for hours and look at pictures of paint colors and decorations for the baby's room, but if I never get up and put the paint on the walls and decorate, then what good does it do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most difficult lesson, of course, is learning to be content if the paint never gets to the wall and the decorations never get put up, AND learning to be content if they do.  Remembering where my happiness truly comes from, and remembering that being a perfect housewife does not add any more days to my life or give me any more true value, that's the hard part. Thank goodness I do not have to fix all that on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, Liam is 9 months old today. And crawling. And cruising. And saying "bye-bye" with a little wave. And cutting his 6th and 7th teeth. And definitely NOT sleeping well, hopefully due to those pesky little incisors.  Possibly, a video of baby hilarity is coming soon.  Until then, a naked baby on the run for your amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SOaM1kWyUmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WxTHzbwlCFQ/s1600-h/Liam+DL+Sept+16+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SOaM1kWyUmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WxTHzbwlCFQ/s200/Liam+DL+Sept+16+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253040867294466658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SOaLD_TMtBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/JriHQ0Pw9Jk/s1600-h/Liam+DL+Sept+16+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SOaLD_TMtBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/JriHQ0Pw9Jk/s200/Liam+DL+Sept+16+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253038916022088722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-8085047493345462160?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8085047493345462160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=8085047493345462160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/8085047493345462160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/8085047493345462160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/09/trying-again.html' title='Trying Again'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SOaM1kWyUmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WxTHzbwlCFQ/s72-c/Liam+DL+Sept+16+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-8354271080340392020</id><published>2008-09-09T12:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:53:56.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much for Ambition!</title><content type='html'>Lots to say, but the most important thing is this: Brian and I are taking an internet hiatus for a week, and hopefully after that time I will be back to blogging on a regular basis. Obviously I have jinxed myself before, however, so I cannot promise exactly when. Please don't give up on me, I don't want to lose the few readers that I have!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-8354271080340392020?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8354271080340392020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=8354271080340392020' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/8354271080340392020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/8354271080340392020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-much-for-ambition.html' title='So Much for Ambition!'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-1837684615057691202</id><published>2008-07-12T00:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:28:26.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Playing..</title><content type='html'>I've finally updated my books, and also my now playing list.  Brian got me the new Jhumpa Lahiri book for my birthday (thanks honey!!) and so I'm saving it for the beach, but it has moved off of my wishlist.  Regarding the now playing...we watched the movie Across the Universe the other day. If you have not seen it or heard of it, it's a really cool movie that uses Beatles songs and tons of Beatles references.  Brian is a big Beatles fan and could explain so many of the references that I would have totally missed otherwise. I did not grow up listening to their music like he did, so watching the movie made me realize just how little of it I know. I'm trying to catch up and learn some!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-1837684615057691202?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1837684615057691202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=1837684615057691202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/1837684615057691202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/1837684615057691202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/07/now-playing.html' title='Now Playing..'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-7237643275790776194</id><published>2008-07-11T22:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:23:53.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night Alone</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry that it has been so long, my friends.  Tonight is a rare night, so I'm taking some time to finally write again.  Brian is chaperoning a lock-in at the church, and the baby is asleep, so I'm curled contentedly in bed with the laptop, listening to the quiet house and the crickets chirping outside.  Brian cooked an amazing vindaloo last night, and my mouth is still suffering a little from eating the leftovers tonight for supper (ah, but a delicious pain)!  It was actually so hot that he could not finish his supper last night, and my esophagus burned for several hours afterwards. I love Indian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has been happening here lately!  Liam has turned six months old, cut two teeth, started solid foods, started (and stopped) sleeping through the night (lovely teething), and is trying desperately to crawl.  I promise to post some pictures tomorrow, but do not have them saved to the notebook to post now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really came here to say tonight though is that I'm going to attempt to make some changes to this blog over the next few weeks. When I originally set out to start blogging I had something different in mind. Beginning in childhood and then especially for several years of my life during and after college I used to journal obsessively. I'm not really in the mindset to do that anymore (and really do not have the time!) but I would like to have that outlet somewhere. I also used to consider myself a decent writer. I have not practiced that craft in years - since college, and we will not have a discussion on this blog about how long ago that was. But I've written poems and stories for as long as I can remember, and I do not want to lose that part of myself completely.  So. I may not succeed, but I'd like to turn this blog into more than just random commentary on the baby every month or so.  I'm going to make an attempt to post much more often as well. Like I said...success is not guaranteed, but I'll give it my best shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, next week Brian and I are helping out with VBS (Bethany, Brian is leading the music - any tips?) and the week after that we're going to the beach with the Samples clan. So possibly all of my ambition may have to be put on hold for two weeks. I'm going to try to smuggle the notebook to the beach and sneak off while Brian's sister plays with Liam (yea for family members to hold the baby!!) but no promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare yourselves, though, for a barrage of blogging, possibly even tonight - yippee! I've got tons of stuff on my mind. For now, at least, off to browse all the other blogs that I never get the chance to read.  I hope Brian is having as much fun chasing the kiddies at church as I am here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-7237643275790776194?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7237643275790776194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=7237643275790776194' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/7237643275790776194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/7237643275790776194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/07/night-alone.html' title='A Night Alone'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-957648483515933161</id><published>2008-06-12T14:11:00.024-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:54:40.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Flickr</title><content type='html'>This is just a neat thing I saw on Mary's blog and really wanted to try.  You're supposed to answer the questions, search for each on Flickr, and use a picture from the first page of results. I cheated a bit on the first page thing for my name, because there is NO WAY that I'm putting a picture of Lindsay Lohan on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age you'll be on your next birthday: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFFo24-nZOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5rxq-WNaf5c/s1600-h/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFFo24-nZOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5rxq-WNaf5c/s320/30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211061536061613282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place you would like to visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFFpTyyxESI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vDDu4ZtXvJc/s1600-h/Taj+Mahal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFFpTyyxESI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vDDu4ZtXvJc/s200/Taj+Mahal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211062032617509154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFFvxCoDqRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jpr-mXlUdzE/s1600-h/london+tube+map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFFvxCoDqRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jpr-mXlUdzE/s200/london+tube+map.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211069132153530642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite object:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFF92Wn71HI/AAAAAAAAAEU/U4TshyJVLX0/s1600-h/moleskine+and+pen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFF92Wn71HI/AAAAAAAAAEU/U4TshyJVLX0/s200/moleskine+and+pen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211084616583861362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite food:     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFF-OQNKkSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/C6UFbFrPjhE/s1600-h/indian+food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFF-OQNKkSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/C6UFbFrPjhE/s200/indian+food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211085027177828642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite beverage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGCsylCa3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/y0pw-HM4nPU/s1600-h/earl+gray+tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGCsylCa3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/y0pw-HM4nPU/s200/earl+gray+tea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211089949847350130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGFdkMOGhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ztQrnq1bC24/s1600-h/SWEET+TEA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGFdkMOGhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ztQrnq1bC24/s200/SWEET+TEA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211092986822007314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite animal:  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGQfSo9s0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/WER753WjHlM/s1600-h/elephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGQfSo9s0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/WER753WjHlM/s200/elephant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211105111098372930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite color:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGQs4wJJuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IYeRn3VuMno/s1600-h/green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGQs4wJJuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IYeRn3VuMno/s200/green.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211105344667330274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City where you were born:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGQ4fa1DsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YxTu7NAdDwM/s1600-h/rome+wolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGQ4fa1DsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YxTu7NAdDwM/s200/rome+wolf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211105544025476802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City where you live now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGRBFr9TtI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DDeGAh90HZQ/s1600-h/shelby+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGRBFr9TtI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DDeGAh90HZQ/s200/shelby+sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211105691736821458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite band:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGRM8LKGHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/YAO7Upwsye0/s1600-h/coldplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGRM8LKGHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/YAO7Upwsye0/s200/coldplay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211105895341758578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGRZUdnh3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/JX317cxlzWE/s1600-h/Lindsay+theatre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGRZUdnh3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/JX317cxlzWE/s200/Lindsay+theatre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211106108020066162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGRmqDAMcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MeIG_vHS-j0/s1600-h/free+samples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGRmqDAMcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MeIG_vHS-j0/s200/free+samples.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211106337152315842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite store:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGVvJBYUGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/V5vQMCs_ds4/s1600-h/Lush+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGVvJBYUGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/V5vQMCs_ds4/s200/Lush+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211110880952471650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite  item of clothing: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGWUDwJzZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pyZZ-J9IF3s/s1600-h/flip+flops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGWUDwJzZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pyZZ-J9IF3s/s200/flip+flops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211111515193200018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGXHWSQFLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/TYLmuY_v7u4/s1600-h/jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGXHWSQFLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/TYLmuY_v7u4/s200/jeans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211112396341384370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGWDxlrQWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/R4BNc-k_PMU/s1600-h/english+patient+signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFGWDxlrQWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/R4BNc-k_PMU/s200/english+patient+signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211111235439509858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-957648483515933161?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/957648483515933161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=957648483515933161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/957648483515933161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/957648483515933161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun-with-flickr.html' title='Fun with Flickr'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SFFo24-nZOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5rxq-WNaf5c/s72-c/30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-5373850000531682413</id><published>2008-05-25T19:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:58:19.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME contest!!!</title><content type='html'>If you look over to the left, you will notice a button for the coolest blog giveaway I've ever seen. The blogging mommy at An Ordinary Life (see link lower on page as well) is giving away a DYSON VACUUM CLEANER.  Which is just about the best vacuum on the planet. I know I'm entering for the chance to win - why don't you all go hop on over and check it out too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-5373850000531682413?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/5373850000531682413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=5373850000531682413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/5373850000531682413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/5373850000531682413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/05/awesome-contest.html' title='AWESOME contest!!!'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-6999895949423912287</id><published>2008-05-08T16:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T17:47:48.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MomOktdid (from Thoughts, Ponderings, Musings) says that she cannot click on any links on my blog...I want to know if any of the rest of you have this problem, too...but if you cannot click to comment, how can you tell me? Ha!!  I'm working on this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Liam went for his 4 month well baby checkup today, meaning that he had to have the next round of immunizations.  FOUR shots in his chubby little baby thighs. It's heartbreaking. Both times he has gotten shots the nurse has made the comment that he would grow up to be a singer, because each time he has cried so hard that he was holding his breath for what seems like an eternity. The initial pained shriek is followed by a gulp of air that he just cannot seem to let go of, so he holds on, and on, and on, until you almost have to remind him to breathe again. What killed me this time is that he has lost a lot of the "baby" sound to his cries, and now he sounds so much like a little boy, with sobs and sniffles and gulps.  Big tears roll down his face and he buries his nose in my shirt and hangs on to me and I could sob right along with him.  Everyone told me it would be rough, but I had no real clue. He's sound asleep now, completely worn out from this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he has been pretty tired out a lot lately, because this past weekend my stepmom drove up from Florida with my grandmother and my nana. Nana and Grandma had never seen Liam before and spent the weekend doting on him, which he loved but which also exhausted him. He slept like a rock at night while they were here!!  Liam has 4 great-grandmothers, 2 great-grandfathers, 3 grandmothers, and 2 grandfathers.  Talk about spoiled!! It was really neat for him to get to meet his grandmas finally.  I grew up surrounded by grandparents (obviously) and they are a very special part of my life, so I really hope that my son will be able to have the same in his childhood.  I had a neat realization this weekend concerning my Nana - her oldest &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;-grandson is 21 years old, and Nana is 77.  It's very possible if my cousin gets married and starts a family that my Nana could live to see her great-great grandchildren. We actually have a photo of this particular cousin with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; great-great grandmother, Nana's mother, who I called Grandy.  It amazes me to see all of the generations that have come from what started out as a marriage between two kids (Nana was 15 and Papa 16) 62 years ago.   Amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  So, none of this was what I actually came here to blog about. I'm not sure I remember what the original thought was anymore. This is just one of those random thought days, I guess!!!  If I remember my original intention, I'll come back.  Until then!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-6999895949423912287?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6999895949423912287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=6999895949423912287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/6999895949423912287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/6999895949423912287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/05/momoktdid-from-thoughts-ponderings.html' title=''/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-7257377401744086325</id><published>2008-05-01T09:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T11:35:29.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Things!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so Marcy originally tagged me to do this in February, and it has taken me until May to get it done, but I'm finally going to post the random things list! FINALLY!  I promised that I would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes, 10 random things about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I hate to have dirty hands and feet. I especially hate to get food on my hands, so I use utensils for strange things sometimes just to avoid getting my hands dirty. I also wear flipflops around to keep the soles of my feet from getting things on them (this talks about the state of my floors, too, haha!!) and will wash my feet before getting into bed if I feel like they have gotten dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My favorite TV show is Ghost Hunters. I'm fascinated by "ghostly" or "supernatural" things and love to watch the shows where they actually find paranormal stuff. But I know also that if confronted with such a thing in real life I would be completely terrified - I'm scared to death of "ghosts" and can creep myself out enough with my own imagination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have a slight obsession with The English Patient, the book and the movie.  The title of my blog is actually a line from the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I'm a tea drinker. I'm addicted to sweet iced tea. Just. Can't. Quit.   But also, a cup of hot tea is one of my favorite comforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I used to play the harp when I was in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I "co-sleep" with my baby.  Yes, Liam sleeps snuggled between Brian and I. HIGHLY controversial topic, this.  But...I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.   I have moles on the back of my left hand that form a perfect triangle. When I was a kid I pretended it gave me magic powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I generally get cold if it is under 70 degrees. I never used to be this way. Guess I'm getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I can type over 100 wpm, but I make too many mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The first diaper I ever changed was in the hospital with Liam, and he peed all over me, the bassinet, and the floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This random thing list, and reading a few other blog entries lately has gotten me to thinking about some things I would like to learn to do. I really have spring fever - I want to get outside, I want to create things, I want to learn something new.  So instead of tagging anyone else to create a random list, I'm posting a list below of things that I'd like to learn or improve, and I'm curious to hear from anyone who reads - what are some things that you would like to learn to do, or improve on that you can already do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Goals to Learn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Html/web design&lt;br /&gt;2. Knitting/crocheting/quilting&lt;br /&gt;3. Better photography&lt;br /&gt;4. Cooking&lt;br /&gt;5. Gardening&lt;br /&gt;6. Piano&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-7257377401744086325?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7257377401744086325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=7257377401744086325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/7257377401744086325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/7257377401744086325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-things.html' title='Random Things!!!!'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-3460479734164555961</id><published>2008-04-22T11:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T12:56:04.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarification</title><content type='html'>Brian brought something to my attention the other day after reading my last few entries.  He actually asked me if I blamed him for our poor eating habits lately. I was stunned and said, "Did it come across that way???"   Of course I do not place the blame on Brian!  Since it's my job to do the clean up after he cooks the meal, I'm often the one who initiates going out to eat to avoid the cleaning.  I have of course clarified this with my husband, but I really hope no one else thought I was blaming it all on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least for the last 2 weeks we have been doing really well - each Sunday night we have planned out menus for the entire week AND we've stuck to them almost every night. We've swapped a few nights around a couple of times, and had to go out once because the meat had not thawed as planned, but I'm proud of us at least for making the change. Brian seems to be enjoying cooking again like he used to - he's experimenting again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right around Easter he went grocery shopping and came home with something new he had been wanting to try for a while. It has been in the freezer up until a few nights ago, when he finally cooked it, and convinced me to try it.   Believe it or not - we had RABBIT for dinner!!!   He joked about having Easter bunny stew around Easter and I told him he was terrible!  I have to admit though that I enjoyed it a lot.  The meat was not as dark as I expected, and the texture a bit like chicken. Overall it was pretty good!!  (This might be nothing to anyone who is used to eating game meats, etc.)  I'll keep you updated on any other new things we decide to try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-3460479734164555961?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/3460479734164555961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=3460479734164555961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/3460479734164555961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/3460479734164555961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/04/clarification.html' title='Clarification'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-2786457338352614189</id><published>2008-04-17T16:29:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T10:08:08.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to admit it's getting better, it's getting better all the time..</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!  I'm finally updating again, yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly my last real post was pretty grumpy and bleak sounding, so I'm happy to report that things seem to be improving. I really feel like we are making progress!  Maybe it's the warm sunny weather and the hope that spring brings. Maybe it's that Liam is almost 4 months old.  Whatever it is, I'm thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a beautiful day. We've got the windows open with sunlight and fresh air streaming in, and today on my lunch break Brian and Liam and I took a moment outside to enjoy the weather. We've got two apple trees in the back yard, and Brian has set up his hammock between them. While he lounged in the hammock Liam and I snoozed on a blanket on the grass. The apple blossoms sprinkled down on top of us when the wind blew and it was so peaceful, a really nice break in the middle of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really enjoying seeing things come alive in the spring, especially here in our yard and around our house. For those of you who don't know, we are renting this house from our friends from church, Kelly and Brian.  The house was built by Kelly's grandfather and she purchased it from him in  his old age to keep the house in their family.  Before we moved in in October, the house had been empty for 4 or 5 years.  We're finding that the yard is full of flowers and trees that Kelly's pawpaw planted and tended, and animals that he encouraged to make their homes here. We've got apple trees, blackberries, and cultivated muscadine vines, and possibly plums or pears (we're not sure which yet).  There are pecan trees and great giant oaks. There are azaleas, daffodils, irises, and tulips, and things that we have not even discovered yet, I'm sure!  It's nice to have a yard again after living in the city for several years.  What is also so neat is that all the animals in the yard are used to the place being empty.  Kelly's pawpaw had bluebird houses and I think other bird houses in the yard, and so we have a birdwatcher's paradise around here.  The birds and squirrels will perch and climb on the windows and look in at us. I hope that our presence here does not eventually scare them off.  There is a red-headed woodpecker that lives in the yard somewhere, and I watch him from the bathroom window a lot of mornings. Yesterday I watched a hawk sitting in the oak tree in the backyard. I hope that when Liam is old enough to see all this that the animals are still around (well, except for the skunks that come around at night...).  All these things remind me of my nana and papa's house and yard, and make me feel at home.  Liam will never get to run around their place like I did growing up, but I want him to enjoy the simple joys of playing outside like I did.  Those of you who know me well know that I wanted to live in the city for a long time, but I realize now that I don't want my little boy to grow up surrounded by concrete and tall buildings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of little boys growing up....he certainly is!!  The pictures below were taken almost 3 weeks ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SAiqkak-IdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/k4n-k0Kht7M/s1600-h/Liam+Easter+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SAiqkak-IdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/k4n-k0Kht7M/s320/Liam+Easter+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190586113130897874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SAioTqk-IbI/AAAAAAAAACk/FsxnglPQwhg/s1600-h/Liam+3+months+naked+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SAioTqk-IbI/AAAAAAAAACk/FsxnglPQwhg/s320/Liam+3+months+naked+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190583626344833458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SAipGak-IcI/AAAAAAAAACs/S0Hq4QuZ_y4/s1600-h/Liam+3+months+naked+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SAipGak-IcI/AAAAAAAAACs/S0Hq4QuZ_y4/s320/Liam+3+months+naked+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190584498223194562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-2786457338352614189?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2786457338352614189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=2786457338352614189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/2786457338352614189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/2786457338352614189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-to-admit-its-getting-better-its.html' title='I have to admit it&apos;s getting better, it&apos;s getting better all the time..'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/SAiqkak-IdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/k4n-k0Kht7M/s72-c/Liam+Easter+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-7421268710432264396</id><published>2008-03-27T15:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T15:41:23.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Entering a contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R-v33E68lQI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZE_Hz6idcG0/s1600-h/Liam+2+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R-v33E68lQI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZE_Hz6idcG0/s200/Liam+2+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182508321805735170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief post while I have the chance - I'm entering a contest to win a SleepyWrap.  I'm loving wearing little Liam around and really want to try one of these wrap carriers!  An Ordinary Life (http://kailasmommy.blogspot.com/) has all the details on the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from www.sleepywrap.com: "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;It's easier to use than my Hotsling, cozier than my Bjorn, great for nursing, and it's easy to machine wash and dry.&lt;/strong&gt; I couldn't ask for more!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sleepywrap.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a170/DreaWd/Blog%2008/LOGO_JPEG_md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise a longer post with Easter updates and pictures very soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-7421268710432264396?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7421268710432264396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=7421268710432264396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/7421268710432264396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/7421268710432264396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/03/entering-contest.html' title='Entering a contest'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R-v33E68lQI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZE_Hz6idcG0/s72-c/Liam+2+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-2553166153735605920</id><published>2008-02-25T13:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:50:35.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradictions...</title><content type='html'>I'm venting today, I suppose.  I feel like my life is a series of contradictions that I am constantly trying to reconcile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food, for example.  I'm married to a true foodie. Brian loves to cook, and he does it exceptionally well. But more than that, he loves to read about food, talk about food, learn about food.  His (non-spiritual) heroes are chefs - Fergus Henderson, Ferran Adria, Mario Batali. Brian knows what excellent food is, and he has taught me so much about delicious (and also healthy) food over the course of our relationship.   So WHY ON EARTH do we eat such crap?  We've fallen into a rut of Chick-fil-A runs and frozen pot pies. Our cabinet has over 5 varieties of potato chips in it.  We went to the grocery store yesterday and left with Easter candy, Gatorade, and other junk. Nothing good or healthy.  I admit the way we ate when we first married was more expensive, but we both know how to eat really good food that we cook at home (ok, that HE cooks at home) for just as much as we spend going to Chick-fil-A in a month. We just don't do it. Why?  My answer is laziness.  Cooking means work, and clean up, which is more work. It's easier to run through the drive in and sit on the couch.  But we're both miserable doing this, and we know it. We know better!!!  UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the next contradiction. Housework.  I've never been able to cook, but I have always prided myself on being able to clean. I'm happiest when my environment is clean and neat and I used to be at least relatively good at keeping things that way (minus periods of clutter from time to time).  Now...if anyone was to come inside my house I would be mortified. Beyond embarrassed. HORRIFIED.  It's a wreck.  And worse than just a "we have a new baby" wreck.  It's putting me in a serious funk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this matters so much more with Liam to consider. It is extremely important to me that my son be raised on a healthy diet and in a peaceful, comfortable home. I know that with kids your house is never perfect and they don't eat the right foods ALL of the time. But seriously..it has to better than this.   It's time to straighten up and get back on track, and get out of this funk for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this has just been one of those days.  I slept late this morning because Liam was inconsolable for a good portion of the night until he completely wore himself out (wondering..does my snack of edamame make him gassy??).  I tried to start work at 8:30 - he woke up starving right at that moment. He then proceeded to poop out the side of his diaper all over my hand while I was nursing him. Then he pees AND poops all over the changing table before I get a clean diaper on him (and then smiles gleefully at me, so proud of himself).  I lie him in his bassinet to wash my hands and soak the changing pad cover, and Brian says.."I think he's spitting up."  Of course, the sheet underneath him is soaked in an absolute puddle of spit up, which he has all over the 2nd outfit of the day AND his hair. YUCK.   By the time all of this is cleaned up and he is consoled, it's time to feed him again.  Needless to say, I did not start work until after 10 am. I just hope they don't lose patience with this and fire me!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said...venting.  Thanks for listening...I should probably get back to work now, huh? Just had to get that all off my chest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-2553166153735605920?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2553166153735605920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=2553166153735605920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/2553166153735605920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/2553166153735605920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/02/contradictions.html' title='Contradictions...'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-1583365491683539571</id><published>2008-02-18T12:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:42:45.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to say, so much to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R7yksTQUIzI/AAAAAAAAABw/GIfooYetAu0/s1600-h/IMG_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R7yksTQUIzI/AAAAAAAAABw/GIfooYetAu0/s400/IMG_0267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169187553304388402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, why haven't you updated your blog yet???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Folks!  I'm sorry it has been so long since the last update! So much has happened. Liam is 7 weeks old tomorrow. I've been back at work for a week. We finally took the baby to church last week. I'm starting to feel like my old self again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought of so many things that I want to say over the past few weeks and of course now that I have the chance I can't remember everything.  First of all, thanks to all of you for the comments and advice and support!!  It's good to know that you are reading and that I'm not alone!  Second - Marcy has tagged me on her blog, and I have every intention of creating&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R7yqizQUI0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/9Xwfzeol-G0/s1600-h/IMG_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R7yqizQUI0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/9Xwfzeol-G0/s320/IMG_0258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169193987165397826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my own list very soon. No promises as to exactly when, but I WILL do it, Marcy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being back at work has been interesting. I'm not accomplishing nearly as much as I used to, but it has actually been good to have the structure to my day. I was getting a little lost there when all the days looked exactly the same. I need a routine imposed for me as I'm not very good at creating one for myself - something that I am working very hard on improving. I am learning to breastfeed and type at the same time (also interesting), and Brian has been feeding Liam one bottle a day too. I love that because it gives Brian a chance to share in something that up until now only I have been able to do. I'm also very thankful for being able to work at home. I cannot imagine leaving Liam all day, especially when he is this small. He actually loves to nap in the sling while I type, which allows me to work and snuggle my baby close at the same time.  (Awful picture of me, but you see how much he likes the sling - note the little hands grasping the sides.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing what you learn to do in order to get things accomplished with a baby. Sunday morning we were trying to get ready and get to church on time, and I found myself gathering my church clothes and Liam's church clothes and brushing my teeth, all while walking around the house nursing the baby. I never thought that I would nurse my child in some of the places that I have nursed him, too. I bought a Bebe au Lait cover (also called a Hooter Hider - haha!!), a GREAT invention, so I can be discreet. I actually fed the baby on the front porch of a country store with a crowd of bikers sitting in rocking chairs next to me.  I never thought that I would do that before I became a mom, but now I realize that feeding my son is more important than where I am or who is around me.  No one has really seemed to care all that much, even at the sushi place we frequent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess I have rambled on enough for now.  I'll post some new pics for you of Liam's newest skill - the SMILE!!!  Maybe if I still have time I'll work on that list of random things that I have been tagged to create!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R7yr8jQUI3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/axuqGckHpJ0/s1600-h/Liam+Big+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R7yr8jQUI3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/axuqGckHpJ0/s320/Liam+Big+smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169195529058657138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R7yr7jQUI1I/AAAAAAAAACA/O_yyFWYseh0/s1600-h/IMG_0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R7yr7jQUI1I/AAAAAAAAACA/O_yyFWYseh0/s320/IMG_0283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169195511878787922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R7yr8TQUI2I/AAAAAAAAACI/A57erUeaWtU/s1600-h/IMG_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R7yr8TQUI2I/AAAAAAAAACI/A57erUeaWtU/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169195524763689826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-1583365491683539571?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1583365491683539571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=1583365491683539571' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/1583365491683539571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/1583365491683539571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-much-to-say-so-much-to-say.html' title='So much to say, so much to say...'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R7yksTQUIzI/AAAAAAAAABw/GIfooYetAu0/s72-c/IMG_0267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-8717372867272547451</id><published>2008-01-29T19:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:28:43.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worries of Motherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R5_RBxT_UyI/AAAAAAAAABc/fpcNDDUzryo/s1600-h/Brian+Pictures+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R5_RBxT_UyI/AAAAAAAAABc/fpcNDDUzryo/s320/Brian+Pictures+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161073526337131298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned pretty early on in my pregnancy that motherhood was going to be full of worries. There are so many unknowns when you are pregnant, and I once thought to myself, "If I can just get him here then I won't worry so much."  Immediately the absurdity of that thought hit me and I realized that the worries would only multiply once my son was no longer safely snuggled in my tummy. And it's true - of course Liam will never be safer than he was before he was born, and there are so many things that I'm unsure of as a new mother. I try very hard not to overreact and be ridiculous with my concerns but I'm sure to veteran mothers I would be hilarious.  For example, we have spent so much time in this first month worrying over getting enough sleep and getting the baby to sleep at night. Last night he slept for six hours straight - and at 6 am when he had not woken up to feed, I promptly sat upright in bed in panic and rushed into the nursery to wake and feed my slumbering son, pleading with Brian to assure me that he was all right.  The baby was fine, of course, and in the end I was thankful for the rest, but in the moment I was terrified!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along this line, I've been thinking a lot lately about routines and schedules. We've pretty much let Liam control every bit of our time up to this point (as if we've had a choice) but I'm starting back to work very soon and I'm considering the need for a more predictable routine. I'm really not sure how much of a routine a 4 week old baby can be expected to have, but I'm freaking out a little about trying to work and care for him too.  In some ways I have an ideal job with being able to work at home and stay at home with him, but at the same time I'm paid based on how much I produce and I'm questioning how much work I'm going to be able to actually get done with my baby needing to be fed and changed and soothed, etc.  So I'm asking you all, especially those of you reading who have children (but I'll take any advice I can get!), what tips do you have for making life a little more routine with a baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I've rambled on enough for now.  Until the next nap time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R5_SixT_UzI/AAAAAAAAABk/cLJXzmHlu9A/s1600-h/Brian+Pictures+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R5_SixT_UzI/AAAAAAAAABk/cLJXzmHlu9A/s320/Brian+Pictures+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161075192784442162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-8717372867272547451?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8717372867272547451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=8717372867272547451' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/8717372867272547451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/8717372867272547451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/01/worries-of-motherhood.html' title='The Worries of Motherhood'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R5_RBxT_UyI/AAAAAAAAABc/fpcNDDUzryo/s72-c/Brian+Pictures+077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-3844856690315879735</id><published>2008-01-25T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T16:22:57.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three weeks already!!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe our baby boy is 3 weeks old already.  Thank goodness for baby slings, because I'm finally getting a chance to post an update.  Liam is (thankfully) asleep while attached snugly to my chest.  The past 3 weeks have moved by so quickly, but at the same time his birth seems like an eternity ago.  He's growing so much already!! I spend most of my time breastfeeding, day and night, but at least he's sleeping in decent stretches between feedings. The first four nights at home were insane - nothing could have prepared me for dealing with zero sleep and the "baby blues" at the same time. Poor Brian had to deal with both Liam and I sobbing uncontrollably on several occasions!!  That seems to have passed now and I have mastered the ability to fall asleep instantly whenever I get the opportunity.  I also have learned to eat all meals very quickly with only one hand, too - he has the uncanny ability to start wailing right when I put the first bite of food in my mouth!!  What a sense of humor our son is developing!  Speaking of..time for lunch. Here are a few more pictures for you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R5oyaRT_UvI/AAAAAAAAABI/obART7t-bmg/s1600-h/Brian+Pictures+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R5oyaRT_UvI/AAAAAAAAABI/obART7t-bmg/s400/Brian+Pictures+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159491750011556594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R5pSnRT_UwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NvD1TpJ1ooA/s1600-h/Brian+Pictures+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R5pSnRT_UwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NvD1TpJ1ooA/s400/Brian+Pictures+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159527157721944834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-3844856690315879735?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/3844856690315879735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=3844856690315879735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/3844856690315879735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/3844856690315879735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/01/three-weeks-already.html' title='Three weeks already!!'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R5oyaRT_UvI/AAAAAAAAABI/obART7t-bmg/s72-c/Brian+Pictures+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-1238719364840235307</id><published>2008-01-04T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T19:53:18.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Liam David Gregory Samples</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R37KNM-7RfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LASo--n-7jw/s1600-h/IMG_1493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151777351930693106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R37KNM-7RfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LASo--n-7jw/s400/IMG_1493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our precious baby boy has finally arrived!!! He is named for Brian's dad David and my dad Greg, and we added the Liam so he would have a special name all his own. It's the Irish form of William, so that reflects some of his heritage as well. Here are some pictures!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151777669758273026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R37Kfs-7RgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xgKQY0RundE/s400/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Daddy's boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151780092119827986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R37Mss-7RhI/AAAAAAAAABA/PjBe7dnmm0A/s400/IMG_1498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who have not heard it, here's the story of little Liam's birth:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I mentioned above, I went in for my labor to be induced on Thursday.  I began the Pitocin (the medication that starts contractions) at around 6:30 a.m.  By lunch time the contractions were getting pretty intense and I requested just a little pain medication in my IV, which would be safe for the baby, last about 2 hours, and help me wait a little longer before receiving an epidural. I had planned on the epidural because typically induced labor is much more intense because of the medication.  At around 1 p.m. I requested to get started on the epidural. I had to be given IV fluids for 30 minutes before the injection could be done, and my nurse instructed all of the family that it would be about 4-5 hours longer before I gave birth and told them all to go get some lunch, including Brian.  I lay in bed waiting for the anesthesiologist to arrive, and things suddenly began to get very VERY intense. My pain medication from earlier had completely worn off.  I was in some pretty fierce pain, and I realized that I was actually falling completely asleep between contractions, which is actually a sign of the transition phase of labor.  My nurse came into the room to tell me that the anesthesiologist would be there very soon, took one look at me, and decided immediately to check my progress. I got out the words, "I need to.."  and she said, "Push? Oh!!"  While she was checking me, thank goodness Brian came back in, because I had progressed from 4.5 cm to 9 cm dilated in 45 minutes. Almost immediately I was at 10 cm and the nurse told me that an epidural would be pointless because I was ready to deliver the baby right then.  With Brian and the nurse at my side, I pushed for just about an hour and our beautiful son was born!!  My doctor helped just a little with the vacuum, which I had been completely against beforehand. My the time she suggested this however I was getting exhausted and was happy for the assistance once she assured me that it would not harm Liam at all. He turned out to weigh 6 pounds and 10 ounces, which is much less than we all expected, including my doctor.  But thank goodness for that, because I cannot imagine giving birth to an 8 or 9 pound baby with no pain medication whatsoever!!! I'm still shocked at how quickly everything happened and how it all turned out, but very thankful too. He's healthy and that's what matters most!!  I honestly am glad that labor did not take hours and hours, and I think I'd do it all again without the medication (except for the transition phase which was so tough).  I have been warned as well that with our next baby I had better get to the hospital immediately or I might not make it in time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get to go home in the morning and then life with our baby begins in earnest.  I'm looking forward to being back in comfortable surroundings but just a little nervous about having this tiny little thing to care for all on our own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to all of my dear friends and family for all of your prayers and words of encouragement.  It's great to know that Liam is surrounded by people who care for him so much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to you all..time to go feed my baby!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsay&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/7136428061674583683-1238719364840235307?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1238719364840235307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=1238719364840235307' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/1238719364840235307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/1238719364840235307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2008/01/liam-david-gregory-samples.html' title='Liam David Gregory Samples'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R37KNM-7RfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LASo--n-7jw/s72-c/IMG_1493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-4822219715259782708</id><published>2007-12-31T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T17:45:14.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YIKES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R3lvPs-7RdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/i7G3ztLBLWY/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150269964438685138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R3lvPs-7RdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/i7G3ztLBLWY/s400/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a belly, huh?? I'm scheduled to go in for induction on the 3rd if Liam has not arrived beforehand. They don't want him to get too big. Me either!!! I'm not happy with the idea of induction, however. Too much medical intervention for me. I would much prefer to go into labor on my own and let things take their natural course, but I guess I'd rather be induced than have to have a C-section because of a 10 pound baby or something. On tomorrow's schedule....spicy food, lots of walking, jumping jacks if necessary!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also for your viewing pleasure...hee hee..me in my pajamas on Christmas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150271626591028706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R3lwwc-7ReI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sGKbb3ZTJs8/s400/Lindsay%27s+belly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7136428061674583683-4822219715259782708?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/4822219715259782708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=4822219715259782708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/4822219715259782708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/4822219715259782708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2007/12/yikes.html' title='YIKES!!!'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/R3lvPs-7RdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/i7G3ztLBLWY/s72-c/IMG_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-6526809332116341170</id><published>2007-12-31T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T17:29:18.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Start</title><content type='html'>I had planned on starting this blog in March 2007.  I've had 2 posts in draft status since then, but the next week after I set up my new blogger account, I received news that changed my life forever.  9 months later..I'm trying again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned on blogging through my pregnancy as well. Ha. Ha. Ha. Over the last 9 months my life has changed so drastically that taking time to type out my thoughts and publish them for others to read has been impossible. But now, on the last day of 2007, all I have is time.  While I'm waiting, and waiting, and waiting, I might as well give this blog a shot again, and get a head start on blogging my new son's life. If he'll EVER get here, that is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all of my friends out there who might be reading these words, here's a little recap.  I found out I was pregnant in early April.  In August my husband Brian started his Masters in Divinity. In October we moved to Shelby, NC.  In November Brian had to have his appendix out (!!)  And now, December 31, 2007, I'm 1 day past my due date.  It's been a crazy year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I seem a little impatient to only be 1 day past due, it's probably because our son, Liam David Gregory Samples, weighed approximately 8 pounds at our last ultrasound....2 weeks ago. Heaven knows what the boy weighs now!  We got a digital camera for Christmas - YEAH!!  - so I can finally send out some pictures of my huge self for my far-away friends to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point of these little ramblings in the future:  my musings on life, family, faith, and new motherhood, hopefully to give my friends a smile and a good laugh as I learn!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136428061674583683-6526809332116341170?l=asouthernwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6526809332116341170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7136428061674583683&amp;postID=6526809332116341170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/6526809332116341170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7136428061674583683/posts/default/6526809332116341170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asouthernwife.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-start.html' title='A New Start'/><author><name>Linzyann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6Ti2CBgP20/S2mhBtWxTfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DgkZRLyDDsE/S220/IMG_4258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
