<?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-2013806611551128155</id><updated>2011-07-28T08:48:51.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kim's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-8448194065377027439</id><published>2010-09-08T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T11:43:12.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was Will's first day of pre-k.  He was excited to go after we went and picked up his box of graham crackers at the grocery store today.  I asked him if they played any games and he said he couldn't remember.  He did remember the song they sang, which was called, "zip, zip".  He couldn't remember any of the names of the kids, but he did tell me they ate graham crackers for a snack.  Maggie and I dropped him off and walked back home to play outside and in the toy room.  She didn't seem to mind having him gone, although when I was putting her clothes back on (she strips immediately upon entering the house) so we could pick him up, she said that she missed him and would give him a kiss.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/TIfXMBPOzSI/AAAAAAAAAcw/KkVdRFsWKfU/s1600/IMG_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514612870229183778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/TIfXMBPOzSI/AAAAAAAAAcw/KkVdRFsWKfU/s320/IMG_0370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to water my porch plants this morning and I saw a furry black tail coming out of the bricks.  I thought it was a cat, but it didn't make any movements when I came up behind it, so I went inside to see what it was from the window and I think we have a groundhog living with us.  I went back out to see if he would jump off the porch if I walked up behind it, but it didn't.  By the time we got Will home from school, he was gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/TIfXMqU5vpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Gm0G2FjPYXY/s1600/IMG_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514612881258823314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/TIfXMqU5vpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Gm0G2FjPYXY/s320/IMG_0368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-8448194065377027439?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8448194065377027439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=8448194065377027439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/8448194065377027439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/8448194065377027439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/09/today-was-wills-first-day-of-pre-k.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/TIfXMBPOzSI/AAAAAAAAAcw/KkVdRFsWKfU/s72-c/IMG_0370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-4783031426293385016</id><published>2010-08-16T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T13:17:52.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never knew that a 2 year old could be so tricky.  I try my best to keep my kids relatively quiet so we can stay in the chapel during sacrament meeting, but Maggie has figured out a way to get out into the hallway where they can be louder and have more fun.  She purposely goes pee in her diaper and then keeps on  saying very loudly that she poopooed her diaper until I take her out.  She always does it twice during sacrament meeting so I always know to bring at least two diapers.  It's usually only a few drops, too, so I know that she is doing it on purpose.  I know she is ready to potty train, but I want to wait until the fall or next year so we aren't tied down to a toilet the rest of the summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-4783031426293385016?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4783031426293385016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=4783031426293385016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/4783031426293385016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/4783031426293385016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-never-knew-that-2-year-old-could-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-5933589899565376293</id><published>2010-07-29T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T10:37:33.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will goes to preschool in the fall, so I started thinking that it would be a good thing if he knew how to write a few letters so I wouldn't seem like too neglectful a parent.  He has never liked to draw or color and can't (or won't) hold a pencil correctly.  But I have been trying to work with him on that.  He simply does not want to have anything to do with learning how to write.  I started trying positive persuasion, like "You can do it, it will be fun!"  Then it turned to bribing, "I'll give you some chocolate if you will write some letters."  Then it turned into punishment, "you can't watch tv unless you write your letters."  Now I've gotten just plain mean, "Maggie gets to watch tv, but you have to go up to your room and play quietly."  That one works part of the time.  The thing is, I need their tv time.  I set them in front of the tv for a couple hours so I can lay down and read a book or try to nap.  So, this is even more of a punishment for me than it is for Will.  The day goes so slowly without my nap time.  I hope the teachers can do a better job than I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-5933589899565376293?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5933589899565376293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=5933589899565376293' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/5933589899565376293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/5933589899565376293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/07/will-goes-to-preschool-in-fall-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-7357354283835819071</id><published>2010-07-28T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T12:24:17.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/TFCDiwn-mpI/AAAAAAAAAcg/SNEy0d3dBos/s1600/IMG_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499039778210749074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/TFCDiwn-mpI/AAAAAAAAAcg/SNEy0d3dBos/s320/IMG_0364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we went to the library to play and read. They were having a carnival for the kids so we decided to go. There were lots of games to play and candy and balloon animals. The balloon people were doing pretty elaborate things and I tried to get WIll to get a fish on a pole. But he just had to have a Viking hat.  A once proud and fierce culture summed up into one balloon hat.  Maggie got a dog on a leash which popped as soon as we got home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-7357354283835819071?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/7357354283835819071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=7357354283835819071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/7357354283835819071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/7357354283835819071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/07/today-we-went-to-library-to-play-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/TFCDiwn-mpI/AAAAAAAAAcg/SNEy0d3dBos/s72-c/IMG_0364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-8752105190149290992</id><published>2010-07-13T13:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T13:24:20.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the the reasons I am glad to be a stay-at-home-mom is that I rarely have to wake my kids up.  They tend to be early risers anyway, no matter what time they go to bed, but sometimes we do have to be somewhere early.  This morning I had an 8:00 dentist appointment so I had to take the kids over to a friend's house at 7:40.  I gently woke Will up at 7:20 and he immediately screamed at me and told me to get out of his room.  He didn't stop screaming and crying until after I left him at the Howell's.  I literally had to drag him kicking and screaming out of our house, hold him down as I buckled him into his car seat, and then drag him kicking and screaming into their house.  What a way to start off a play date.  He sweetened up quickly and ended up having a good time with his friend, Natalie.  Maggie was a lot easier to get up and she didn't mind being left at someone's house.   I could not do that every day and go to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-8752105190149290992?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8752105190149290992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=8752105190149290992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/8752105190149290992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/8752105190149290992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-of-the-reasons-i-am-glad-to-be-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-8193052235208670697</id><published>2010-07-10T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T03:55:10.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago, Tyler once again started thinking about quitting Mt. Dew.  I said that if he quit pop, that I would too.  I am a diet pepsi drinker, mostly caffeine free because caffeine at any time of the day for me messes up my sleep.  Yesterday was Tyler's last Mt. Dew.  We are on our last twelve Diet Pepsis and in a few days we will be pop free.  I am addicted to pop because of it's fizziness.  I have tried to go pop free in the past and have found myself staring longingly into the fridge, bored with food, bored with life.  Do you think we can kick our pop habit?  I think we can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-8193052235208670697?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8193052235208670697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=8193052235208670697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/8193052235208670697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/8193052235208670697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/07/couple-of-weeks-ago-tyler-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-8557220658442082135</id><published>2010-06-19T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T12:55:23.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This past week I picked quite a few blackberries.  We have been eating them and still have some left over.  They don't keep well and I found I had a container of mush-y berries yesterday.  I decided to try and make freezer jam out of it.  I was shocked to see that for 3 cups of berries you put in 5 1/4 cups of sugar.  Who knew that jam had that much sugar in it?  Well, the freezer jam didn't turn out.  It didn't gel completely and there are still sugar grains in it.  Tyler said it was way too sweet and I have to agree with him.  I can't decide if I should freeze it or chuck it.  So, for now it is sitting on the counter waiting for me to decide it's fate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-8557220658442082135?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8557220658442082135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=8557220658442082135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/8557220658442082135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/8557220658442082135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-past-week-i-picked-quite-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-3644416245780987632</id><published>2010-06-14T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:18:55.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is Maggie's new bed.  We finally got rid of her crib which she hated, though not as much as Will.  He tumbled out of it every chance he got, starting at 20 months.  We have a convertible crib so we can use the one side of the crib as a headboard, but that means that we have to store the rest of the crib.  Kind of annoying.  Will only has a twin bed, so I think in a few years when he starts to complain about having a tiny bed we will have to get him a double, too.  I got some wall decals but there is so little open wall space that I have only used three of the flowers.  In each of our bedrooms there are 2 windows and 3 doors.  That doesn't leave much wall space.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/TBaNgtpBpBI/AAAAAAAAAcY/afnG1LvZpv8/s1600/IMG_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482725189517157394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/TBaNgtpBpBI/AAAAAAAAAcY/afnG1LvZpv8/s320/IMG_0351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-3644416245780987632?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3644416245780987632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=3644416245780987632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3644416245780987632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3644416245780987632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-maggies-new-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/TBaNgtpBpBI/AAAAAAAAAcY/afnG1LvZpv8/s72-c/IMG_0351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-3662487857099965257</id><published>2010-06-13T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T18:07:12.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was starting to feel like Will needed some new church clothes since the ones he wears every week are from the winter.  So, we went to Kohl's and bought new pants, shirt, and tie.  He was so proud this morning and listed all the people he was going to show his new tie to.  He also told me he really wanted a bow tie, so I guess I will have to keep an eye out for that.  Isn't he so handsome?  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/TBV-BwEkOJI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/fSOa49spXVc/s1600/IMG_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482426689942468754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/TBV-BwEkOJI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/fSOa49spXVc/s320/IMG_0348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we went to the WFYI PBS kids fair in Indy.  I have to say that I was totally disappointed.  It was mostly just vendors who probably gave a bit of money to WFYI so they could set up a booth.  The characters that were there for the kids to meet had incredibly long line-ups of kids who have much more patient parents than we are.  For example, we waited in a line behind about 20 other kids to see Clifford and he wasn't even going to be there for another half an hour!  Forget about seeing Elmo.  We basked in his furry glory from afar.  And guess who 50 of the volunteers were?  LDS missionaries!  They do this as one of their days of community service.  They wear the volunteer t-shirt over their white shirt and tie.  Very stylish.  Another thing, it had rained that morning and Military Park was wet and muddy and extremely humid.  So all this adds up to two cranky parents and two disappointed children.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-3662487857099965257?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3662487857099965257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=3662487857099965257' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3662487857099965257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3662487857099965257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-was-starting-to-feel-like-will-needed.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/TBV-BwEkOJI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/fSOa49spXVc/s72-c/IMG_0348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-2885204840816752343</id><published>2010-06-11T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T10:39:41.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The past several months I have had problems posting pictures.  So here is a sample of the past few months.  &lt;div&gt;Will on his bday bike,                                               Maggie in her Easter dress, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/TBJzfjCHr7I/AAAAAAAAAcA/W0UY4-GTY4s/s1600/IMG_0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481570682280587186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/TBJzfjCHr7I/AAAAAAAAAcA/W0UY4-GTY4s/s320/IMG_0340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/TBJzd_mb7FI/AAAAAAAAAb4/eouYwyK02kQ/s1600/IMG_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481570655589362770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/TBJzd_mb7FI/AAAAAAAAAb4/eouYwyK02kQ/s320/IMG_0337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The aftermath of Maggie and her birthday cupcakes, Maggie's bday cupcakes&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/TBJzddh7KxI/AAAAAAAAAbw/2kXSzrtF9us/s1600/IMG_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481570646443633426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/TBJzddh7KxI/AAAAAAAAAbw/2kXSzrtF9us/s320/IMG_0338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/TBJzciiqnRI/AAAAAAAAAbo/CoN21sSHpvE/s1600/IMG_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481570630609050898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/TBJzciiqnRI/AAAAAAAAAbo/CoN21sSHpvE/s320/IMG_0327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past few days I have been picking blackberries from the edges of the Pennsy Trail.  They have been so good.  I made a blackberry pie out of them yesterday and I think I will go out tomorrow morning to pick more.  Maggie can't get her fill of them and tries to steal them out of my container when I bend down.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-2885204840816752343?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/2885204840816752343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=2885204840816752343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2885204840816752343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2885204840816752343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/06/past-several-months-i-have-had-problems.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/TBJzfjCHr7I/AAAAAAAAAcA/W0UY4-GTY4s/s72-c/IMG_0340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-3213071197887869684</id><published>2010-05-30T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:27:50.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We haven't done much this Memorial Day weekend.  Tyler worked in the yard and I worked at the garden plot yesterday.  The garden plot is located in an old tennis court which is right next to a playground.  I send the kids over to play at the playground while I toil.  Will is always very disappointed when there are no kids to play with at the park.  I think it's interesting how social he is now.  When he was Maggie's age, he used to hate playing with other kids.  Maggie is starting to like nursery.  Just the past few Sundays she has gone in there willingly and not cried when I left her.  At the park on Saturday there was a girl there that carried Maggie around and played with her.  Maggie didn't quite know what to think about being commandeered by this little girl, but at least she didn't cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-3213071197887869684?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3213071197887869684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=3213071197887869684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3213071197887869684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3213071197887869684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-havent-done-much-this-memorial-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-3082398043346453847</id><published>2010-05-21T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T11:40:20.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Tyler's 31st birthday.  We didn't do much of anything special, I picked up some Culver's and made lemon bars.  No presents, either.  After last year's trash grabber, I am fresh out of good ideas.  Today he took the day off and tonight he and WIll are going to the father-son campout.  I hope it doesn't rain, though it looks like it might.  It's getting kind of windy, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to spend lots of time at the garden plot.  My parsnips have come up nicely along with a nice crop of weeds.  They take about 3 weeks to germinate, so I have avoided weeding those rows and they were full of weeds.  I have also been snipping some lovely mesclun lettuce and it has been so delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-3082398043346453847?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3082398043346453847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=3082398043346453847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3082398043346453847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3082398043346453847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/05/yesterday-was-tylers-31st-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-2444253301945384525</id><published>2010-05-09T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T13:27:55.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mother's day wish was to have an afternoon to myself.  Tyler took the kids to Muncie and I have been enjoying an empty house with no one but myself to cater to.  I have been completely lazy and will continue to do nothing the rest of the day.  Happy Mother's Day to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-2444253301945384525?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/2444253301945384525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=2444253301945384525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2444253301945384525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2444253301945384525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-mothers-day-wish-was-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-3036861407804603015</id><published>2010-05-03T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T04:11:02.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started planting my garden a couple weeks ago.  So far I have mesclun lettuce mix, carrots, parsnips, bean pods, and cilantro.  Garden organization is not my strong point, I never mark the rows.  I end up forgetting what is planted there and it's always a surprise to me when they start growing.  I tried parsnips a few years ago and I loved them.  You are supposed to leave them in the ground until after the first freeze, but the parks department closes the garden plots up in October.  If it's not too mucky, I am going to go today and pull some weeds and plant my peppers which I grew from seed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-3036861407804603015?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3036861407804603015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=3036861407804603015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3036861407804603015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3036861407804603015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-started-planting-my-garden-couple.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-5846415517658190806</id><published>2010-04-22T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T06:46:32.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the kids' birthdays this year, my parents got them gift cards to Build-A-Bear.  The gift card concept was lost on the kids, but my mom and I went to Castleton Mall yesterday and took them to redeem their gift cards.  I hate going to that store because it's always packed with kids.  Mine always start screaming and whining for a stuffed animal.  This time they got to take one home.  A very nice young man who takes his job very seriously helped us.  He talked about how he likes to brush the fur on the animals so it looks just right.  When we were checking out, he chastised me for not brushing the fur on Maggie's dog quite enough.  I think the most amusing thing about that store are the teenage girls who bring in their boyfriends and make them do a bear with them.  You can just tell by the way they cower that they hope their friends don't walk by and see them in there.  How embarrassing for these young men, but I guess that's what you put up with if you want a girlfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-5846415517658190806?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5846415517658190806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=5846415517658190806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/5846415517658190806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/5846415517658190806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-kids-birthdays-this-year-my-parents.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-8198582885934820345</id><published>2010-04-07T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T03:54:10.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I turn 28 today!  I requested an iPod for my birthday so I don't have to carry around my clunky old cd player when I go walking.  Yes, that's me, blasting into the 21st century.  I have no plans for my birthday.  Tyler has stuff to do after work, so I guess the day is the same as every other day.  My family was supposed to come down today, but my sister wasn't able to get work off.  They still plan on coming down here for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The community garden plot opened this weekend, so I am going to visit it and see if the soil is workable and I might plant my salad mix lettuce.  My friend Sarah Fitzgerald signed me up for a plot on her name so now I have two.  I plan on planting a pumpkin and some other viny plants that take up a lot of room.  In the book Farmer Boy by Laura Ingalls Wilder, Almanzo milk feeds a pumpkin so that it grows extra large.  I would like to try that, but I don't think I will be able to keep up the regimen every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-8198582885934820345?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8198582885934820345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=8198582885934820345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/8198582885934820345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/8198582885934820345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-turn-28-today-i-requested-ipod-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-677935525926762255</id><published>2010-03-15T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T03:36:53.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We celebrated daylight savings time by getting a large-number alarm clock since we keep the clock on the other side of the room.  It is so bright that it burns through our eyelids and keeps us from falling asleep.  So we put it under Tyler's pile of clothes on the floor and use our cellphones to see the time.  Kind of pointless, don't you think?  The upside to this is that I keep track of my cell phone more since I often misplace it for days on end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love spring daylight savings time since it makes the kids sleep in past 7, although they go to bed at 9 now.  Yesterday I had to give them Cheerios in the car on our way to church since they slept until 6:40.  They are rarely hungry when they wake up, so they won't eat right away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-677935525926762255?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/677935525926762255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=677935525926762255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/677935525926762255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/677935525926762255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-celebrated-daylight-savings-time-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-3270852369672648523</id><published>2010-03-02T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T03:03:51.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/S4zt1aJg9YI/AAAAAAAAAbg/uIGs3piU7g8/s1600-h/Will%27s+bday+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443987551392167298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/S4zt1aJg9YI/AAAAAAAAAbg/uIGs3piU7g8/s320/Will%27s+bday+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/S4zt07LztEI/AAAAAAAAAbY/BIQM407tfZA/s1600-h/Will%27s+bday+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443987543080285250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/S4zt07LztEI/AAAAAAAAAbY/BIQM407tfZA/s320/Will%27s+bday+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/S4zt0YMrExI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tKCUNMenTQ0/s1600-h/Will%27s+bday+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443987533688673042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/S4zt0YMrExI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tKCUNMenTQ0/s320/Will%27s+bday+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week on Will's birthday, we made a trip to the Children's Museum.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will seems to like his new bike...he makes it about 10 feet before he decides it's too hard to pedal.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids had their checkups last week.  Will has been saying that the doctor hit and kicked him and that he doesn't like going there.  She was just checking his knee reflexes, by the way.  Will was a whopping 31 lbs and 39 inches and I went out and bought him a booster seat to replace his big honking car seat.  Maggie was 23 lbs and has a head in the 75th percentile, height in the 25, and weight in the 10th percentile, so I'm hoping her body catches up to her head soon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also went to the doctor last week and have joined the throngs of people who take sleep aids.  I wake up in the middle of the night and can't get back to sleep, so the doc gave a scrip for Ambien.  I have a resolution to only take it 2 times a week so I don't get addicted.  It only seems to work for about 4 hours and then I am awake again.  What I really want is something to knock me out for a full 10 hours, so I don't have to listen to the snoring and screaming of my family and radiators hissing in the night.&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/2013806611551128155-3270852369672648523?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3270852369672648523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=3270852369672648523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3270852369672648523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3270852369672648523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-week-on-wills-birthday-we-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/S4zt1aJg9YI/AAAAAAAAAbg/uIGs3piU7g8/s72-c/Will%27s+bday+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-1891335182481732245</id><published>2010-02-20T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T18:12:33.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/S4CWTVBPnzI/AAAAAAAAAbI/GH1Uzkj4ro4/s1600-h/Will%27s+bday+2010+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440513608667602738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/S4CWTVBPnzI/AAAAAAAAAbI/GH1Uzkj4ro4/s320/Will%27s+bday+2010+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/S4CWTGqweLI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DKjUsDeULgo/s1600-h/Will%27s+bday+2010+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440513604815190194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/S4CWTGqweLI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DKjUsDeULgo/s320/Will%27s+bday+2010+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/S4CWSk3fNxI/AAAAAAAAAa4/jfDbZ6t7PaE/s1600-h/Will%27s+bday+2010+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440513595741779730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/S4CWSk3fNxI/AAAAAAAAAa4/jfDbZ6t7PaE/s320/Will%27s+bday+2010+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will's 4th birthday is coming up on Tuesday, so my parents came on Friday to celebrate with us. They took the kids on Friday night so Tyler and I could go on a date. We went to Santorini's Greek kitchen which is a fabulous restaurant in Indy. We had a goat cheese appetizer that they set on fire(on purpose), I had a delicious garlic and mushroom soup and we got a platter of foods to share for our main course. Then we went to see Bela Fleck and the Africa Project at Clowes Hall. I felt sorry for the people who had to sit around us because of all the garlic we ate at Santorini's. We put our leftovers in the trunk during the concert and gagged when we got back in the car because of the stench. But in spite of that, I think the leftovers will be delicious. On Saturday we went to have pictures taken (to be posted later) at the Picture people then we had pizza and cake and Will got to open presents. On Monday, Nancy is coming over and we are going to eat dinner and then go to Wal-Mart to buy Will a bike for his present. On Tuesday we are going to the children's museum to see the Bob the Builder exhibit.  By the way, I did not make the Lightning McQueen cake, in case you were wondering.&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/2013806611551128155-1891335182481732245?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1891335182481732245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=1891335182481732245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/1891335182481732245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/1891335182481732245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/02/wills-4th-birthday-is-coming-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/S4CWTVBPnzI/AAAAAAAAAbI/GH1Uzkj4ro4/s72-c/Will%27s+bday+2010+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-8332409119593033591</id><published>2010-02-14T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:41:05.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tyler's Valentine's Day "present" to me was Super Mario Kart for our Wii.  I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;loved &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;this game growing up and was extremely good at it on the Super Nintendo that my Canadian cousins owned.  The Wii game is really cool, too, but I find myself too lazy to play it.  Tyler has been playing it all weekend and has gotten really good at it, so now I don't want to play with him because he will just kick my butt.  I don't know if I will get up the motivation to practice or not.  Shouldn't I have something better to do?  Like work on the sacrament meeting talk I have to give next Sunday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-8332409119593033591?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8332409119593033591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=8332409119593033591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/8332409119593033591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/8332409119593033591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/02/tylers-valentines-day-present-to-me-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-7304001710808125245</id><published>2010-02-10T17:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:13:01.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think most of you know that Tyler's dad died last week.  We had a lovely family service today and we buried him.  I think that Will is starting to understand that Poppy isn't around anymore.  We told him that Poppy is with Heavenly Father and Jesus and Poppy's dad.  Will asked what Poppy was and we told him that he was a missionary up in heaven, teaching the people who didn't get to hear about the gospel while on this earth about Jesus.  I am grateful that we know enough of the restored gospel to be able to answer our children's questions.  What a beautiful plan it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-7304001710808125245?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/7304001710808125245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=7304001710808125245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/7304001710808125245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/7304001710808125245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-think-most-of-you-know-that-tylers.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-5349382281934580737</id><published>2010-01-28T04:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T05:03:38.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday some mothers from church got together at our church to let our kids run wild in the gym.  Will was so excited that he was going to church to play instead of going to primary.  He kept on telling me that he was a "wittle boy" again and that he would be in nursery again.  I think I will have a hard time getting him to go to Sunbeams on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also changed my email address.  Some shoe company must have hacked into my email account and was sending emails out to people on my contact list.  So, I am sorry if you've been getting junk mail from me.  My new email is &lt;a href="mailto:kimhellis@gmail.com"&gt;kimhellis@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-5349382281934580737?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5349382281934580737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=5349382281934580737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/5349382281934580737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/5349382281934580737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterday-some-mothers-from-church-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-5771345892875510676</id><published>2010-01-20T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T17:44:20.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/S1exHIzlffI/AAAAAAAAAaw/snhgiJv4BMs/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429002611999473138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/S1exHIzlffI/AAAAAAAAAaw/snhgiJv4BMs/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/S1exGrzWiyI/AAAAAAAAAao/eG39K27Iy4c/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429002604213865250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/S1exGrzWiyI/AAAAAAAAAao/eG39K27Iy4c/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/S1exGHAMPUI/AAAAAAAAAag/FtmqNpE3OCo/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429002594335604034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/S1exGHAMPUI/AAAAAAAAAag/FtmqNpE3OCo/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On MLK Jr. day all the museums in Indy are free if you bring in a canned good. Two years ago Will and I went to the zoo on a frigid 20 degree day and we had a blast. There were almost no other visitors, I was able to drive my stroller without having to dodge people, and Will got to get up close to the animals. I thought it would be the same on this past Monday when we went. It was about 32 degrees and I guess those 12 degrees make a big difference in how many people visit on free day. It was packed. Maggie didn't want to be in the stroller and Will would not get out of it. I had to force him out of it, kicking and screaming so that I could get a picture to prove that we went. I don't think I will ever go to the zoo while my kids are in a stroller ever again. I have almost uncontrollable urges to ram my double stroller into whoever is in my way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we went to Castleton Square mall to go mall walking. I miss the days when I had the Muncie Mall to go walking in. I was a regular during the winter. The Washington Square Mall is pretty scuzzy and I just don't have the urge to go there and mall walk. However, today I got a few laps in before the kids couldn't take it anymore. Then we went to the park they have in the food court and the kids played for almost 2 hours while I zoned out. I also compare the cuteness of my kids to the others playing. My kids were almost the cutest kids there(totally unbiased opinion) except for this gorgeous Middle Eastern boy with a mop of black hair and big brown eyes. After I dragged the kids away I resisted the temptation of mall food (this time) and we went home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-5771345892875510676?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5771345892875510676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=5771345892875510676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/5771345892875510676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/5771345892875510676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-mlk-jr.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/S1exHIzlffI/AAAAAAAAAaw/snhgiJv4BMs/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-5632143348505590427</id><published>2010-01-17T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T12:09:26.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what's happened the past couple weeks, but apparently I have not been online for most of that time because I had well over a hundred emails in my inbox (mostly junkmail) and my last post was on the 6th.  Well, I put Will in front of the tv and Maggie and Tyler are headed to Muncie for the afternoon so I will have a bit of time to veg.  Will went to his third week of primary today.   He still asks if he can go to nursery but he doesn't throw a fit now when he doesn't get to go.  I play the piano in primary and I love to watch him.  Most of the time he sits there looking around, not paying attention, but I guess I can cut him some slack since he isn't even 4 yet.  I thought I had gotten over being a competitive mommy, but it's obvious that I haven't.  There is little boy who is just over a month older than Will and he already knows some of the Articles of Faith.  I've tried to teach Will these, but if he sniffs out anything to do with church he refuses to listen or to sing along with me.  I will have to be more crafty or maybe chill out a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-5632143348505590427?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5632143348505590427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=5632143348505590427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/5632143348505590427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/5632143348505590427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-know-whats-happened-past-couple.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-1699048780133275459</id><published>2010-01-06T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T06:39:21.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just thought this picture of Maggie was so cute.  Her hair is finally getting long enough to put in pigtails.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/S0SgLoxCfUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/GamxTd3IPwE/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423635973043027266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/S0SgLoxCfUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/GamxTd3IPwE/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-1699048780133275459?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1699048780133275459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=1699048780133275459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/1699048780133275459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/1699048780133275459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-thought-this-picture-of-maggie.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/S0SgLoxCfUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/GamxTd3IPwE/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-4568560468053672788</id><published>2010-01-01T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T04:42:26.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone!  We didn't do much on the last night of 2009.  Tyler worked a bit more in the kitchen and the rest of the night we played with the kids.  I didn't make it much past 9 and Tyler didn't even make it to midnight.  We were awakened by our neighbors who were out in the street banging pie pans and making a ruckus and we muttered to ourselves what lousy neighbors we had.  We are officially old grouches.  That's ok, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler goes back to work on Monday, which he is unhappy about.  It's been nice to have him home so I don't have to haul both the kids around with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-4568560468053672788?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4568560468053672788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=4568560468053672788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/4568560468053672788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/4568560468053672788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-everyone-we-didnt-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-4598312662300756616</id><published>2009-12-29T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:39:40.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SzpL6LkkzXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/C9e1sPXRb1Y/s1600-h/Christmas+pics+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420728564404505970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SzpL6LkkzXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/C9e1sPXRb1Y/s320/Christmas+pics+029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SzpL5mDmXpI/AAAAAAAAAaI/x_gxEGDjDjQ/s1600-h/Christmas+pics+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420728554334084754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SzpL5mDmXpI/AAAAAAAAAaI/x_gxEGDjDjQ/s320/Christmas+pics+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SzpL5AETPrI/AAAAAAAAAaA/pyw30sU8tq8/s1600-h/Christmas+pics+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420728544136478386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SzpL5AETPrI/AAAAAAAAAaA/pyw30sU8tq8/s320/Christmas+pics+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is over and all the decorations are put away for another year.  Maggie is all set up to be a bag lady with her shopping cart and Will has more Play-Doh toys than he knows what to do with.  Tyler and Will made a creepy looking snowman which has mostly melted.  Tyler has the rest of this week off so he is going to paint and work in the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-4598312662300756616?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4598312662300756616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=4598312662300756616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/4598312662300756616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/4598312662300756616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-over-and-all-decorations.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SzpL6LkkzXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/C9e1sPXRb1Y/s72-c/Christmas+pics+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-6419302497199322747</id><published>2009-12-16T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:54:04.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last few days I have been working on taking the wallpaper off in the kitchen.  It's coming off easily and it's almost done except for the ceiling which I hate doing because it kills my shoulders and neck.  Tyler is going to do the rest of it for me.  We haven't been outside since Sunday and I'm debating whether or not I should get the kids dressed and go to the library after Rachael Ray.  I made buckeye candies a couple days ago and they are so good.  I am going to make a peanut butter mousse cake to take to my parent's house on Saturday and the buckeyes are going to go on top of it.  We are going to celebrate Christmas with them this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-6419302497199322747?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6419302497199322747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=6419302497199322747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/6419302497199322747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/6419302497199322747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-few-days-i-have-been-working-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-8463311172553448207</id><published>2009-12-03T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:24:45.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We took a different approach to pictures today.  I told the photographer to be very subtle when taking pictures of Maggie.  By the time she started snapping pictures, Maggie was somewhat comfortable with the room and the presence of a stranger.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SxhWM09WpWI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/wMrCN8_AVPg/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411169730660050274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SxhWM09WpWI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/wMrCN8_AVPg/s320/scan0006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we got some good pictures of the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SxhWMp8zFEI/AAAAAAAAAZw/5yGkiB3R6fA/s1600-h/scan0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411169727704929346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SxhWMp8zFEI/AAAAAAAAAZw/5yGkiB3R6fA/s320/scan0007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SxhWCM30rLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/l7jmUlQJYk4/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411169548100742322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SxhWCM30rLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/l7jmUlQJYk4/s320/scan0005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SxhWB2Eh1lI/AAAAAAAAAZg/NvAHISFoPbQ/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411169541980018258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SxhWB2Eh1lI/AAAAAAAAAZg/NvAHISFoPbQ/s320/scan0004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SxhWBpYfhII/AAAAAAAAAZY/Ytg5sAevNA0/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411169538574091394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SxhWBpYfhII/AAAAAAAAAZY/Ytg5sAevNA0/s320/scan0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SxhWBJEENfI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/AnvjiWLsZEA/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411169529898481138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SxhWBJEENfI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/AnvjiWLsZEA/s320/scan0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SxhWA0Y82dI/AAAAAAAAAZI/kvpI3j537Oo/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411169524348934610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SxhWA0Y82dI/AAAAAAAAAZI/kvpI3j537Oo/s320/scan0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-8463311172553448207?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8463311172553448207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=8463311172553448207' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/8463311172553448207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/8463311172553448207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-took-different-approach-to-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SxhWM09WpWI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/wMrCN8_AVPg/s72-c/scan0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-213589729558320436</id><published>2009-12-02T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T18:19:49.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SxcciPM-WJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/0TYeFsaURtM/s1600-h/fall+2009+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410824851831019666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SxcciPM-WJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/0TYeFsaURtM/s320/fall+2009+061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SxcchgLEy9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Hpf9zII76Nc/s1600-h/fall+2009+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410824839206587346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SxcchgLEy9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Hpf9zII76Nc/s320/fall+2009+059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom is here for the night and one of the things we have done the past couple of years is a gingerbread house.  I do not like to have to actually make the gingerbread so I have been experimenting with graham crackers houses(last year) and this year my friend Emily showed me a rustic log house made out of pretzel sticks.  It looked so cute and easy in the book, but alas, my gingerbread(pretzel house) would be put on the neighborhood blight watch if there was such a thing for gingerbread houses.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SxcchX2qHsI/AAAAAAAAAYw/I4eZzyjBKxw/s1600-h/fall+2009+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410824836973469378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SxcchX2qHsI/AAAAAAAAAYw/I4eZzyjBKxw/s320/fall+2009+058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't even finish putting all the candy on because it was falling down a little bit every time another jujube was attached.  Will said my house was great and that is all that matters, right?  It's sitting on the stovetop right now and Maggie keeps on climbing on the drawer under the oven and picking little pieces of frosting and chunks of pretzel off.  We also decorated the tree.  It's nice to have my mom around while we are doing that or I think the kids would overwhelm us.  I would not decorate my house at all if it wasn't for Tyler's great disapproval of such grinchiness.  I get into holiday baking and food, but not so much into the decorating.  Tomorrow we are going to get the kid's pictures taken, though I don't know why we even try with Maggie.  She's such a little screamer.  She won't even go into the Picture People willingly.  Will is a good little cheeser, though there were a couple years where he was like Maggie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-213589729558320436?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/213589729558320436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=213589729558320436' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/213589729558320436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/213589729558320436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-mom-is-here-for-night-and-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SxcciPM-WJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/0TYeFsaURtM/s72-c/fall+2009+061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-5570095521963332555</id><published>2009-11-21T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T06:33:55.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday we went to Castleton Mall to kill some time.  Will loves to go there because of the park area in the food court.  Holiday shopping is obviously in full swing because there were people waiting outside of Macy's when I got there.  I have been trying to think of ideas for Tyler's Christmas presents.  He recently bought himself a saw and declared that that would be his present, but then seemed disappointed later when I brought that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was a good day to visit the mall because they were handing out Bliss chocolates at at least 3 places in the mall.  So I got some free chocolate which is always a bonus.  We ate at Chick-fil-a and got a Blizzard, so we all went home happy.  But, no presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler is busy trying to hang our over-the-range microwave.  He's been working on that for a couple weeks now and seems to feel confident that it is just about ready.  He had to build a cabinet from which the microwave hangs so he finally got to use his woodworking tools in the basement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a squash recipe that I love:&lt;br /&gt;Sauteed butternut squash with ginger and orange&lt;br /&gt;2 tsps vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 cups shredded butternut squash&lt;br /&gt;4 tsps minced fresh ginger(I used a lot less since we don't like ginger much)&lt;br /&gt;1 medium shallot, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 cup orange juice&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsps sliced fresh chives or green onions&lt;br /&gt;2 tsps butter&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Heat oil in large nonstick skillet over med-high heat.  Cook squash, ginger, shallot 2-3 minutes or until squash begins to wilt, stirring frequently.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Add OJ and salt, bring to a boil.  Reduce heat to medium, cover and cook 5-7 minutes or until squash is tender but retains some texture.  Remove from heat.  Stir in all remaining ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also happen to be a big fan of brussels sprouts, in spite of their bad reputation.  I melted a couple tablespoons of butter, threw a bag of halved sprouts in, salted them and seared them, then baked them in a 375 oven for about ten minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-5570095521963332555?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5570095521963332555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=5570095521963332555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/5570095521963332555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/5570095521963332555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-we-went-to-castleton-mall-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-4834788820984765422</id><published>2009-11-06T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T07:34:51.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SvRARvCy8CI/AAAAAAAAAYo/SOxiLEz3CKs/s1600-h/fall+pics+and+halloween+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401012526554214434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SvRARvCy8CI/AAAAAAAAAYo/SOxiLEz3CKs/s320/fall+pics+and+halloween+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SvRAROl2TXI/AAAAAAAAAYg/nKLQZiiDbD8/s1600-h/fall+pics+and+halloween+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401012517842865522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SvRAROl2TXI/AAAAAAAAAYg/nKLQZiiDbD8/s320/fall+pics+and+halloween+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SvRAQ_19o3I/AAAAAAAAAYY/MeWn9V9UzNM/s1600-h/fall+pics+and+halloween+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401012513883923314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SvRAQ_19o3I/AAAAAAAAAYY/MeWn9V9UzNM/s320/fall+pics+and+halloween+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SvRAQvzCKZI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/W2ftaBuHK1o/s1600-h/fall+pics+and+halloween+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401012509576669586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SvRAQvzCKZI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/W2ftaBuHK1o/s320/fall+pics+and+halloween+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some Halloween and fall pictures.  Maggie did not cooperate with her costume on Halloween, so she ended up staying home with my dad and watching him hand out candy.  But Will had a blast running from door to door with Ethan and Kailyn.  Will was Peter Pan and Maggie was a witch.  Of course they loved decorating cookies with my mom.  Maggie's lips and tongue were black after she ate some frosting.  Because of the beautiful weather we went to the park a few times this week and of course now Will is running a temp.  I swear I put hand sanitizer on when we get into the car and give their hands a good 20 second washing with soap when we get home, but they still get sick.  Both my kids puke whenever we try to give them Tylenol or Motrin from the bottle so if they won't drink a doctored cup of juice we have to give them suppositories.  It is kind of difficult to give an almost 4 year old one of those.  He screams and squirms and tells me later that he doesn't like those pointy things.  Too bad, buddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-4834788820984765422?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4834788820984765422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=4834788820984765422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/4834788820984765422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/4834788820984765422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/11/here-are-some-halloween-and-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SvRARvCy8CI/AAAAAAAAAYo/SOxiLEz3CKs/s72-c/fall+pics+and+halloween+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-5271243680467045724</id><published>2009-10-28T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T02:36:21.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SugQe7yn1gI/AAAAAAAAAYI/QPWlqNvfpBs/s1600-h/134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397582277035677186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SugQe7yn1gI/AAAAAAAAAYI/QPWlqNvfpBs/s320/134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first phase of our kitchen renovations is done. We had a new countertop installed and a dishwasher. The past year and a half without a dishwasher hasn't been that bad. I don't mind doing the dishes by hand. What I mind is trying to do the dishes and take care of two kids that need something every 30 seconds or are clinging to my legs, screaming. Hopefully the dishwasher will streamline things. Tyler is going to take care of the gap left by taking the two cabinets out and replacing it with a smaller dishwasher. We're thinking a pull-out trash can or vertical cookie sheet storage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-5271243680467045724?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5271243680467045724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=5271243680467045724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/5271243680467045724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/5271243680467045724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-phase-of-our-kitchen-renovations.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SugQe7yn1gI/AAAAAAAAAYI/QPWlqNvfpBs/s72-c/134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-3400565842252734416</id><published>2009-10-21T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:41:02.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maggie has finally gotten 2 more teeth.  She has had only 4 teeth for the past 5 months and now she has two molars on her right side.  You can see the rest of her teeth right under the surface but they are taking their sweet time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been enjoying time outside the past couple of days.  This is the coldest October I can remember, but then again, I do have a terrible memory.  I HATE having to get coats and shoes and hats on the kids and trying to stuff them in their car seats every time we go out.  It makes me just want to stay home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-3400565842252734416?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3400565842252734416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=3400565842252734416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3400565842252734416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3400565842252734416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/10/maggie-has-finally-gotten-2-more-teeth.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-1495232586564235175</id><published>2009-10-11T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T03:55:36.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The past few days I have been working on bringing my tropical plants indoors.  Over the past year or two I have kind of gone a bit crazy on buying tropical plants.  When we moved into our house I was always kind of jealous of those green thumbs in our neighborhood who had lush jungles on their front porch during the summer.  Walmart has cheap tropicals so everytime I went there I would end up buying another.  Now that it's cold out I have to bring them in and I am having a bit of trouble finding sunny places to put them.  You would think that with all the windows we have that it wouldn't be a problem, but I can't stand the thought of the sun beating in and bleaching our floors.  Oh well, I might just have to suck it up.  I went to my favorite lawn and garden place, Frady's, yesterday because they always have fabulous ceramic pots 50% off at the end of the season.  I got two for my larger plants and I love them.  My plants are going to be sad to be indoors.  They always get so anemic looking during the winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-1495232586564235175?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1495232586564235175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=1495232586564235175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/1495232586564235175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/1495232586564235175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/10/past-few-days-i-have-been-working-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-2205305972865025641</id><published>2009-10-07T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:26:14.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The past 5 days Will and I have been dealing with a cold.  I think it is about over now, thank goodness.  Will absolutely hates to have his nose wiped and he starts screaming if you try to get him to blow his nose.  Myself, I have probably gone through 4 rolls of toilet paper, trying to keep my nose in check.  I adopt an attitude of hopelessness when it comes to trying to keep illnesses from the other child.  I still let them share food and drinks and touch the same toys.  I think it is pointless to follow the sick child around, washing their hands after every time they sneeze or cough and spraying everything with Lysol.  I sometimes will put hand sanitizer on them but they always put their hands in their mouths to taste it and I can only imagine how awful that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-2205305972865025641?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/2205305972865025641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=2205305972865025641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2205305972865025641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2205305972865025641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/10/past-5-days-will-and-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-7154919847911186498</id><published>2009-10-03T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T03:12:26.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SscfbOEtdMI/AAAAAAAAAXg/hMk3qg87iE8/s1600-h/mississinewa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388310031666869442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SscfbOEtdMI/AAAAAAAAAXg/hMk3qg87iE8/s320/mississinewa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday we went to two festivals, Mississinewa 1812 and the Riley Festival.  The 1812 festival focused on the war of 1812 as fought in this area.  Before we left I asked Will if he wanted to go see soldiers fight and he freaked out so I had to tell him we were going to Target.  When we got there he complained a bit, but soon started to enjoy the seeing the cannons being fired at the river battle.  It was very muddy out and the whole festival was on rough terrain so I didn't use the stroller.  I had to carry Maggie about 2/3 of the time.  The rest of the time I coaxed them along with Goldfish and other treats.  After we left that festival we went to Nanny &amp;amp; Poppy's house for a visit and then came home.  We went to Riley Days for dinner where they had the usual fair food vendors.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever kept a food journal?  I find it is helpful when my weight is on the upswing.  But there are some days when I just would rather not document what I ate.  I will give you a sample of the foods I ate yesterday of which I am very ashamed.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 pork chop&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 cup of apple cider&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 medium frybread with cinnamon sugar and apple butter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1/2 bag of popcorn with delicious sugar coating&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1/3 of a bloomin' onion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a few bites of gyro meat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 chocolates and 1/4 of a red velvet cupcake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So you might say I ate my way through two festivals yesterday.  And how do you think I felt last night?  Pretty sluggish and bloated on top of the fact that I smelled like wood smoke and carnies.  But I slept well and will try to make up for my poor diet yesterday by eating better today.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-7154919847911186498?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/7154919847911186498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=7154919847911186498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/7154919847911186498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/7154919847911186498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/10/yesterday-we-went-to-two-festivals.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SscfbOEtdMI/AAAAAAAAAXg/hMk3qg87iE8/s72-c/mississinewa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-979494297440081991</id><published>2009-09-21T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:28:48.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.gotpetsonline.com/pictures-gallery/dog-pictures-breeders-puppies-rescue/irish-wolfhound-pictures-breeders-puppies-rescue/pictures/irish-wolfhound-0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px" alt="" src="http://static.gotpetsonline.com/pictures-gallery/dog-pictures-breeders-puppies-rescue/irish-wolfhound-pictures-breeders-puppies-rescue/pictures/irish-wolfhound-0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend we went to the Indy Irish fest on Friday night. It was pretty fun, we ate, listened to some bands, watched a sheepherding exhibition, and saw the biggest dog I have ever seen. It was an Irish wolfhound, and it was as large as a pony. It was ugly, too. But there are always weirdos out there that have a soft spot for animals like that.  On Saturday Will and I went to "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs".  We have the book and love it for it's clever story and wonderful pictures, but I can't recommend the movie.  Definitely a rental.  I love taking Will to stuff like that.  He gets so excited.  He told Maggie about 20 times that she wasn't allowed to come, she was too little.  I'm starting to think he would rather be an only child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="return si_T('&amp;amp;ID=SERP,497')" href="http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=irish+wolfhound#focal=a5c0748e57836fa59ef4b10df8a3cbbc&amp;amp;furl=http%3a%2f%2fstatic.gotpetsonline.com%2fpictures-gallery%2fdog-pictures-breeders-puppies-rescue%2firish-wolfhound-pictures-breeders-puppies-rescue%2fpictures%2firish-wolfhound-0009.jpg&amp;amp;FORM=IGRE4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-979494297440081991?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/979494297440081991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=979494297440081991' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/979494297440081991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/979494297440081991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-weekend-we-went-to-indy-irish-fest.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-5714783021638778974</id><published>2009-09-07T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T03:51:17.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday on our way to church, I had put Tchaikovsky's "Nutcracker Suite" into the CD player.  Will must have been listening because he said "This is like Elmo's Christmas movie".  I had to laugh, but I was a little annoyed because he only knows this wonderful music because Elmo dresses up as a nutcracker and dances to it.  Oh well...at least I know he is listening.  We need to start watching what we say and do.  A month or two ago and Pepsi truck pulled up to us at a light.  The only thing on the truck was the Pepsi symbol and Will pointed it out as a pop truck.  I guess marketing really does work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-5714783021638778974?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5714783021638778974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=5714783021638778974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/5714783021638778974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/5714783021638778974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterday-on-our-way-to-church-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-6800378820566910227</id><published>2009-09-03T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T04:38:28.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am enjoying one of those rare mornings when the kids sleep in and I get to be lazy, watching tv and playing on the internet while drinking a pop and eating chocolate chips(I already ate breakfast).  It feels so much more deliciously indulgent because at any moment the kids could wake up and end my fun.  We went to my parent's house this weekend and went to a book party at my sister's home and a bridal shower the next day for my cousin.  Just one more cousin left to be married after her!  Tyler stayed home and with the help of a handy friend, wrestled our huge window air conditioners out and took them to the dump.  The one in our living room had a bird family living in it!  The windows are in great need of some love so that may be our fall project.  The weather has been lovely and we've been so lucky with the cool temperatures this summer.  Thanks el Nino!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-6800378820566910227?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6800378820566910227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=6800378820566910227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/6800378820566910227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/6800378820566910227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-enjoying-one-of-those-rare.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-5812614466416851325</id><published>2009-08-20T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:09:29.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My baby is growing up!  This morning she woke up at 8:10 (a record for my children).  This was the first day ever that she hasn't taken a nap.   The past couple of weeks I have been limiting her naps to about 30-45 minutes so that she isn't still awake at 9:30 and now I think she might be changing her sleeping habits herself.  Will was 20 months before he stopped taking naps.  Maggie isn't yet 17 months yet.  I happen to like the non-nap schedule.  But it does mean that if we go anywhere after 11 in the morning I have to try hard to keep her awake, even on a short car ride.  I have also weaned her pretty much completely.  Will was easy to wean at 16 months, but Maggie has been a lot harder.  She still cries "bahboo" and pulls at my shirt.  Definitely time to be weaned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-5812614466416851325?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5812614466416851325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=5812614466416851325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/5812614466416851325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/5812614466416851325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-baby-is-growing-up-this-morning-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-1681068076073434651</id><published>2009-08-12T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:30:37.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The vegetable pushers are out in full force right now.  You know them...they stand in the church parking lot and shove bags of zucchini and cucumbers as big as your calf (you know they keep the small ones) and tomatoes that would feed a family in Africa for a week.  I used to be one of them until I realized I would let others grow those vegetables for me and I would only grow the ones that I could eat myself.  Well, here's a recipe I found that could help you deal with a couple of the giant zucchini you have sitting by your back door.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zucchini Ribbon Pasta Salad with Parmesan Curls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-4 medium-large zucchini (2 lbs) (I used two large zucchini but didn't use the seedy parts)&lt;br /&gt;2 garlic cloves&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp salt,divided&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup extra-virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp pepper&lt;br /&gt;4 oz. cooked fettucine (if you wanted to be a raw foodie, you would omit this and use more zucchini)&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup julienned fresh basil&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp grated lemon peel (i didn't use this)&lt;br /&gt;2 oz Parmesan chz, shaved into curls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  With vegetable peeler, shave zucchini into long ribbons &lt;br /&gt;2.  With side of chef's knife, mash garlic and 1/2 tsp salt of the salt on cutting board into paste.  Combine zucchini ribbons, garlic paste, oil, lemon juice and pepper in large bowl.  Cover and refrigerate overnight. &lt;br /&gt;3.  Cook and drain fettucine, cool.&lt;br /&gt;4. Toss zucchini mixture with basil, lemon peel and remaining 1/2 tsp salt.  Add fettucini, toss.  Add cheese curls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-1681068076073434651?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1681068076073434651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=1681068076073434651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/1681068076073434651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/1681068076073434651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/08/vegetable-pushers-are-out-in-full-force.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-3064676871044409613</id><published>2009-08-12T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:58:20.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I went to see the new movie "Julia/Julie".  It was about a blogger named Julie who tried every recipe in a Julia Child cookbook during the course of a year and blogged about it.  I've often looked in my cupboard &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;full&lt;/span&gt; of cookbooks and wondered how many recipes I have.  It would take a lifetime to try all of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon at the garden plot as I was racing to the playground set to save Maggie from falling to her death a bee got in my sandal and stung my big toe.  I screamed like a baby from fear/disgust/pain until I got the stinger out.  That is the last time I ever wear sandals in an area that contains bees.  Fortunately, I've entered the stage in my life where my feet need extreme support from tennis shoes.  I understand the Mennonite women who boldly wear long skirts with their sneakers.  I used to get a chuckle out of them, but now I have only sympathy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-3064676871044409613?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3064676871044409613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=3064676871044409613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3064676871044409613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3064676871044409613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-night-i-went-to-see-new-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-4718753625155420256</id><published>2009-08-10T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:59:20.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Saturday we went to the State Fair.  The only other time I've gone was in 2005 when we went to see Garrison Keillor and Prairie Home Companion.  This trip was a little different since we have kids now.  We went first thing in the morning because it was going to be in the 90's that day.  It was fun to see all the animals and the other exhibits.  The kids had a great time, especially Maggie because she loves to see animals.  That morning I made a vow not to eat any fair food, but I promptly broke that vow with a peach drink, then maple sugar candy, tenderloin, and funnel cake.  But hey, we only go to fairs twice a year, right?  I probably would've eaten more(freshly fried potato chips, chocolate covered bacon?), but Will was getting really cranky so we left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-4718753625155420256?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4718753625155420256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=4718753625155420256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/4718753625155420256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/4718753625155420256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-saturday-we-went-to-state-fair.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-4458389818194575610</id><published>2009-08-07T18:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:41:44.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ox</title><content type='html'>Have you ever found a song that could be your own theme song for the particular stage of life you are in?  Ever since Pioneer Day when we sang "The Oxcart" in Primary I have felt like that describes my life.  The imagery is especially strong when I am pushing the kids in the stroller or pulling them in my bike trailer.  "Here comes the oxcart, oh how slow!  It's pulled by an ox, of course, you know.  The wooden wheels creak as they roll along.  Creak, creak, creak, creak is their song."  It's one of the very, very few songs in both the hymnal and the children's songbook that ends in a minor key. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I pulled out my fondue kit that I got for Christmas 5 years ago and never used and we did fondue.  I made a very pleasant discovery that I can actually use it as a deep fat fryer.  So, I made homemade donuts yesterday (perhaps a contributing factor to my ox-i-ness).  They were so delicious fresh from the hot oil.  I rolled them in cinnamon sugar.  I think that fresh homemade donuts must be one of my very favorite things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-4458389818194575610?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4458389818194575610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=4458389818194575610' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/4458389818194575610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/4458389818194575610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/08/ox.html' title='The Ox'/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-2919646207708372875</id><published>2009-07-31T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T15:46:55.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We got back on Wednesday from our trip to French Lick.  We had a good time, for the most part.  The hotel at West Baden was amazing.  It's worth a trip down there just to tour it and the grounds.  The second night we stayed at an indoor water park hotel.  Will had a blast in the water park.  It would have been more fun if Maggie hadn't been with us since she didn't care much for the water park, but we still had a good time.  Tyler and I agreed that 2 nights is about all we can handle of vacation right now.  Maggie didn't sleep well and that always makes for an unhappy mama during the day.  The scenery down in southern Indiana is so much different than in central Indiana.  It didn't even feel like we were in the same state.  Driving up and down hills and the curving roads made me terribly carsick.  I never got carsick when I was a kid, but since I entered my teen years I've had it quite frequently.  I took Dramamine on the way home and I almost could not function for the next 24 hours.  I did sleep well, though.  We went on a 2 hour train ride through Hoosier National Forest and the surrounding areas and that was really cool.  Will loved being on the train and Tyler and I loved the scenery of the forest.  Maggie was the only who didn't much care for it and I can't wait till she's older and can do more things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-2919646207708372875?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/2919646207708372875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=2919646207708372875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2919646207708372875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2919646207708372875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-got-back-on-wednesday-from-our-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-3943847070588399572</id><published>2009-07-22T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:10:50.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tyler is finally done with his MBA!  We are so excited!  It's been 3 long years since he started.  We are taking a mini vacation next week to celebrate.  We are going to stay at the West Baden Springs Hotel in French Lick (don't even want to know how they came up with that name!)  for one night and then we are going to stay at a hotel that has a water park in it the next.  We plan on going to the railroad museum (for WIll's sake) and go on a choo-choo ride.  I can't wait to see the West Baden hotel.  It is a restored hotel that has a huge dome on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday is our 6th anniversary.  We are going to eat in downtown Indy and walk around and pretend to be city folk for an hour.  Yippee!  Our first date this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-3943847070588399572?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3943847070588399572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=3943847070588399572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3943847070588399572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3943847070588399572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/07/tyler-is-finally-done-with-his-mba-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-527428524511450653</id><published>2009-07-14T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T02:46:37.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Sunday night, we went for a walk as a family with Will riding his tricycle.  He broke his bell and spent the next 30 minutes screaming, "my bell, my bell!" over and over again even as he was drifting off to sleep.  We went to Target the next morning and I gave him the choice of a clown horn or a bell.  He chose the far louder and more annoying clown horn.  I let him keep it with him on the 20 minute car ride home and he managed to keep Maggie awake the whole time.  I put it on his trike and we took a walk with him tooting his horn the whole time.  I would feel bad about disturbing our neighbors in such a fashion if it weren't for their extremely annoying dogs that bark day and night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-527428524511450653?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/527428524511450653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=527428524511450653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/527428524511450653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/527428524511450653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-sunday-night-we-went-for-walk-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-629949756376667490</id><published>2009-07-12T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:05:38.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back online!  Tyler changed the password to log on our wireless internet and I have been too lazy to put it into my computer myself and I finally got him to put in.  I was busy finishing my Aubrey/Maturin series by Patrick O'Brian the past month or so.  Those are probably my favorite books now.  It is a series of 21 books and the quality of the stories and the humor is consistent throughout all of them.  In other series I have read I have found that after the first couple of books, the storyline gets pretty stupid and the characters get annoying.  Not with these books.  I actually got a little teary-eyed when I checked my last 3 books from the library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finished reglazing and painting my dining room windows.  That felt pretty good but I am going to start the windows on the west side of our house now.  THose windows get a lot of sun so the paint and putty is cracking and peeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-629949756376667490?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/629949756376667490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=629949756376667490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/629949756376667490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/629949756376667490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-back-online-tyler-changed-password.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-8304888311575780205</id><published>2009-06-20T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T02:26:45.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we went and bought a Father's Day gift for Tyler.  It was a gas trimmer with an edger attachment.  Needless to say, he wasn't too impressed.  There is nothing I love better than perfectly edged sidewalks.  I hate grass and weeds growing over onto the concrete.  The gift screams "work" and I think Tyler is getting sick of work related gifts (the trashgrabber, for example).  I wasn't the only woman who wanted to send her husband a message; there were two other women in the Sears appliance store getting manly gifts, too.  Then I think about gift presentation.  It is more fun to get a nicely wrapped gift as opposed to someone telling you, "It's in the trunk".  I should make more of an effort in that direction but I am terrible at wrapping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-8304888311575780205?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8304888311575780205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=8304888311575780205' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/8304888311575780205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/8304888311575780205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-we-went-and-bought-fathers.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-1960654158068293871</id><published>2009-06-18T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:56:03.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SjoN8QtLZeI/AAAAAAAAARs/f33Bry3mVxs/s1600-h/june+2009+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348602836383655394" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SjoN7UZrrdI/AAAAAAAAARU/fFSTg3iwQg0/s320/june+2009+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-1960654158068293871?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1960654158068293871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=1960654158068293871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/1960654158068293871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/1960654158068293871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SjoN8QtLZeI/AAAAAAAAARs/f33Bry3mVxs/s72-c/june+2009+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-2716438718492632921</id><published>2009-06-15T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T02:55:31.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems like I haven't blogged or even been on the computer for a long time.  Computer use must be a cold weather hobby for me.  What have I been doing the past few weeks?  I went to the Indy Parade of Homes the past two Saturdays.  If there is one thing I love, it's seeing other peoples houses.  I definitely get it from my Mom who is also a house peeper.  I love to see how homes are decorated and see the newest trends, even if I can't have them in my home.  That's very true of the homes I saw on the Parade.  The most expensive home I visited was 3.7 million dollars.  I often wonder what kind of lifestyles people who can afford homes like that have.  What do they do with all that space?  Certainly they don't have children because even one kid takes you down a few notches as far as money is concerned.  Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been slowly working on my windows.  I got all the paint off the frame and I've caulked it.  I just have to paint it now and then start working on the sashes, getting all the old glazing putty and paint off those.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-2716438718492632921?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/2716438718492632921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=2716438718492632921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2716438718492632921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2716438718492632921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-seems-like-i-havent-blogged-or-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-5545988416604025062</id><published>2009-05-30T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T06:41:28.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SiE3LcXBHvI/AAAAAAAAARM/JtyVlxpHk0Q/s1600-h/Maggies+bikini+May+30+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341611302768942834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SiE3LcXBHvI/AAAAAAAAARM/JtyVlxpHk0Q/s320/Maggies+bikini+May+30+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SiE3LO_KMUI/AAAAAAAAARE/Q0ZfIlyp0tg/s1600-h/Maggies+bikini+May+30+2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341611299179213122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SiE3LO_KMUI/AAAAAAAAARE/Q0ZfIlyp0tg/s320/Maggies+bikini+May+30+2009+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie's bikini bod.  No dieting needed for her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-5545988416604025062?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5545988416604025062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=5545988416604025062' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/5545988416604025062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/5545988416604025062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/05/maggies-bikini-bod.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SiE3LcXBHvI/AAAAAAAAARM/JtyVlxpHk0Q/s72-c/Maggies+bikini+May+30+2009+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-895903529382105966</id><published>2009-05-26T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:53:05.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another week has gone by.  Tonight is Tyler's 2nd class out of the 10 that he has to go to.  We are truly at the end of his MBA!  This past weekend was nice, nothing out of the ordinary.  We had planned on inviting people over for a cookout on Monday but when the first family turned down our offer, we got lazy and decided to have no one over.  But fortunately, Nanny &amp;amp; Poppy came down to eat with us and visit the kids for a little bit, so we weren't too bored on our holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Maggie is walking further and further every day.  I know from sad experience that I will still have to carry her around for a couple more years, which I am getting mighty tired of doing.  I think she is also getting her second tooth now that she is almost 14 months old.  I don't mind about that since I hate brushing kids' teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-895903529382105966?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/895903529382105966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=895903529382105966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/895903529382105966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/895903529382105966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-week-has-gone-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-3833453426456353502</id><published>2009-05-19T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:04:52.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last week we went to my parent's house in Goshen.  Had a good time hanging out with the fam.  Did some shopping, watched "Doubt" which was a very good movie, and got a bit of time away from the kids.  Tyler starts his classes tonight.  We went to our garden plot this morning and as always the kids ended up in tears and I in frustration.  Must I entertain them at all times?  I started a outdoor summer project this afternoon.  The paint on the windows that are exposed to strong sunlight is starting to peel and crack, as well as the putty that holds the panes in.  I started scraping the paint off, but not all of it came off so I am going to have to get some chemicals to help me.  Two years ago I did all the putty on our steel casement windows in our old house so I am relatively familiar with windows.  That was a huge project that took up most of my summer and our new house has twice as many windows.  That's what I get for buying an old house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler's 30th bday is tomorrow and I actually got him some presents.  I already gave him one of them.  It was a trash grabber.  Living on Main Street/US 40 means there is always trash in our front yard.  Last week while I was weeding I found a Black Cat condom wrapper(fortunately the condom was nowhere to be found), a balled up sweat sock, and numerous candy and beef jerky  wrappers.  I left them all for Tyler to pick up since he now has his trash grabber.  I told him that I bought him a present on our Sony card and he looked up the company but couldn't figure out why I would buy him something from a janitorial site.  Hey, I never said I was a good gift giver.  I have a couple small gifts to give him, but none so cool and useful as the trash grabber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-3833453426456353502?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3833453426456353502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=3833453426456353502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3833453426456353502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3833453426456353502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-week-we-went-to-my-parents-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-2070095778719687379</id><published>2009-05-11T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:19:57.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This past weekend we went to Chicago overnight.  This is the first vacation we have taken as a family ever.  We've gone places with my parents, but we have never gone anywhere as the Ellis's, family of four.  We had a great time.  We went to Navy Pier on Friday night.  By the time we got there, Maggie was starting to get really cranky so we power-walked the 2 or 3 miles back to our hotel.  Trying to maneuver the double stroller in crowds is not easy and we side-swiped a blind man.  That made me feel really bad, but at least he didn't know who did it.  Tyler and Will brought some food from a hotel restaurant and we ate our second deep fried meal of the day.  Maggie took a few steps for an onion ring.  We went to Shedd aquarium first thing on Saturday and took a quick tour of that.  We were there only about 1.5 hours, but that was enough for the four of us.  We were all getting cranky.  We ate lunch at a dairy farm called Fair Oaks Farms that caters to tourists.  I wanted to take a tour of the dairy because one of their promotions is that you get to see baby cows being born.  Tyler has seen both of our children being born and for him that was two too many.  Someday I will see a calf being born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Mother's Day Tyler played with the kids much of the day so that I would have some me time.  He grilled some chicken and then did the dishes.  It was a lovely day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-2070095778719687379?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/2070095778719687379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=2070095778719687379' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2070095778719687379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2070095778719687379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-past-weekend-we-went-to-chicago.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-8523916976656188572</id><published>2009-05-04T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T06:53:21.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/Sf7v2s3wxvI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/DT6HfvX5dn0/s1600-h/M+pushing+W+in+stroller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331962731890263794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/Sf7v2s3wxvI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/DT6HfvX5dn0/s320/M+pushing+W+in+stroller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got such a kick when Will got in the doll stroller and wheeled up to Maggie.  She knew what to do!  This is a favorite activity for the two.  I don't think that Will's 27 pounds puts too much stress on the stroller.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past week we finally completed our bedroom furniture set by getting the headboard.  Today's Bedroom One was liquidating and we went and bought it.  Now our bedroom looks a little more complete.  We still haven't hung any pictures on the walls or put up any drapes, but I think we will do that once T is out of school.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I decided I was actually going to buy some annuals and put them into planters.  I have been looking around for some coleus plants that are cheap but haven't found any.  I went to the Home Despot this morning and was again disappointed when I found the plants were almost $5 for a small pot.  The 8-packs weren't much better and after a busy planting weekend all the healthy looking plants were gone.  I think I will start more annuals from seed next year.  When we moved last year I was able to dig up a miniature rose before we left and it did beautifully in the pot last year.  I put it in the ground over winter and it survived so I think I am going to dig up a few more of the existing mini rosebushes from our gardens and use those in our planters.  The rosebushes of death(named for the overabundance of thorns)  already have tons of buds on them and I can't wait to see all the blooms.  I am not digging those up, though, because my hands would be torn up even with canvas gloves on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-8523916976656188572?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8523916976656188572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=8523916976656188572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/8523916976656188572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/8523916976656188572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-got-such-kick-when-will-got-in-doll.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/Sf7v2s3wxvI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/DT6HfvX5dn0/s72-c/M+pushing+W+in+stroller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-3635625954120033476</id><published>2009-04-27T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:37:42.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is Tyler's last week of classes for the semester.  Yippee!  He has to finish a couple finals this Saturday and then he will have two weeks off before his class starts for the summer.  After his summer class he will graduate.  We can hardly wait to start doing stuff together again.  On Saturday Tyler finished his work in the afternoon and he took the kids to the park for an hour.  Then we went to Walmart for some hamburger supplies and a kite.  We got this really cool Macaw shaped kite but we couldn't fly it.  Does anyone know how to fly a kite?  Are we just incompetent outdoor activity people?  It was certainly windy enough,  but the bird just kept on crashing down.  Will started to freak out because he wanted to be the one to hold the string, so our attempts to spend some time outside together ended in tears.  We went home and Tyler made his delicious burgers and we put the kids to bed and watched a movie.  We are pretty good at watching a movie.  The last two nights the kids have slept wonderfully, therefore I have slept wonderfully, too.  Will slept for a full 12 hours Saturday night, went to bed on SUnday around 8:45 and slept all through the night again and woke up at 6:30 this morning.  No accidents, either!  Maggie even slept through the night last night, but she went to bed at 9:15 and woke up around 6:30, too.  I am always amazed at how much happier I am when I get a good night's rest.  I wish it would happen every night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-3635625954120033476?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3635625954120033476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=3635625954120033476' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3635625954120033476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3635625954120033476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-tylers-last-week-of-classes-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-4645326262118593907</id><published>2009-04-20T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T05:23:35.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder what I have been doing the past couple weeks.  No major projects, only a few books, a few movies.  Who knows where the time has gone?  We did have Easter at the Ellis house, an Easter egg hunt, another Easter egg hunt with Yammy and Grandpa.  Will loves searching for his toys and candy.  M&amp;amp;M's at 75% off at Target!  I stocked up, of course.  Can't resist the 75% clearances.  Peanut butter ones, too!  Bonus!  My favorite toy Will got is the bug vacuum, but Will is afraid of bugs, so he freaks out when I try to show him the bug I have sucked up.  I have sucked up a spider and an ant so far.  I have also been trying to combat a nasty case of cradle crap on Maggie's head and I can't seem to get her hair from looking oily.  I think I will need to douse her head a few more times before it's gone.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planted a row of mesclun mix salad seeds last week.  THey were seeds left over from last year so I don't know if they will grow.  I was feeling kind of bad that I hadn't visited my garden plot yet, but only one other gardener had planted a row of what looked like broccoli, so I didn't feel so bad.  I started some basil seeds inside and I think some of them will make it.  I left the clear plastic lid on during one of the really hot days and about half of them got scorched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with my parents to Architectural Antiques in Indy this weekend.  A junk collector's dream!  They had some really neat stuff that's been salvaged from old houses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe kids are both crying, so I must cut my posting short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-4645326262118593907?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4645326262118593907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=4645326262118593907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/4645326262118593907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/4645326262118593907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wonder-what-i-have-been-doing-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-3513261355843127893</id><published>2009-04-06T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:25:49.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We stocked up on black beans during our last canning session.  We love them!  Here is a great recipe.  Just use a couple cups of cooked beans for the can of beans here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cornmeal-Crusted Black Bean Cakes&lt;br /&gt;1 (16 oz.) can black beans, drained (not rinsed)&lt;br /&gt;4 green onions, finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;½ cup diced red bell pepper&lt;br /&gt;½ cup corn flakes, crushed or unseasoned dry bread crumbs&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp chopped cilantro&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp Ancho chile powder or chili powder&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp ground cumin&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;1-3 dashes hot pepper sauce&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup cornmeal&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1. Combine all ingredients except cornmeal and oil in medium bowl; refrigerate 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;2. Place cornmeal in large shallow bowl. Shape bean mixture into 6 (3-inch) patties, using 1/3 cup per patty. Gently press each patty in cornmeal to coat.&lt;br /&gt;3. Heat oil in large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat until hot. Gently cook patties in batches 6-8 minutes or until slightly browned, turning once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-3513261355843127893?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3513261355843127893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=3513261355843127893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3513261355843127893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3513261355843127893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-stocked-up-on-black-beans-during-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-7498536120246141825</id><published>2009-04-04T17:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:39:46.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This past week has been a pretty busy one. I have cleaned the pantry, basement and entire house. Is it the spring weather prompting me to spring-clean? Is it some hormonal abberation? Are the stars and planets aligned in such a way that is inspiring me to clean? Or is it the presence of Martha Stewart in our home? I got her new book, the Encyclopedia of Crafts from the library on Wednesday. All of a sudden I feel like I need to be surrounded by order and beauty. I have great respect for MS. I have always liked her clean, simple style and am amazed by her business empire and how she maintained her popularity even after prison. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been wanting to learn how to bead, but I lack the motivation and creativity needed to do any kind of craft. But I did like the beading projects in The Encyclopedia enough to try a simple flower. I am quite impressed that I was able to do it. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/Sdf8qt0nphI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7ueuxhyyW9Q/s1600-h/beaded+flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320999295546533394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/Sdf8qt0nphI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7ueuxhyyW9Q/s320/beaded+flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I want to try making the bath fizzers, but have no idea where to find citric acid.  Any ideas?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have any of you tried Mr. Cleans Magic Erasers?  My mom recommended them to me to clean up shoe scuffs on our floors (grrr) and I love them.  I tried them on our bathtub to get the soap scum off and it worked wonders where nothing else would.  It also cleaned up the tile in our bathroom beautifully.  They are truly magic! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-7498536120246141825?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/7498536120246141825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=7498536120246141825' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/7498536120246141825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/7498536120246141825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-cleaning.html' title='spring cleaning'/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/Sdf8qt0nphI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7ueuxhyyW9Q/s72-c/beaded+flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-2600137393727924655</id><published>2009-04-03T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:05:26.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SdZdwyJ4oKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0_A8ZinVVPE/s1600-h/Maggie+1st+bday+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320543102463156386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SdZdwyJ4oKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0_A8ZinVVPE/s320/Maggie+1st+bday+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SdZdwrYG30I/AAAAAAAAAQk/D0PCXF1-cTU/s1600-h/Maggie+1st+bday+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320543100643761986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SdZdwrYG30I/AAAAAAAAAQk/D0PCXF1-cTU/s320/Maggie+1st+bday+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SdZdwJ4s5lI/AAAAAAAAAQc/kdw4AZQJ-zw/s1600-h/Maggie+1st+bday+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320543091653666386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SdZdwJ4s5lI/AAAAAAAAAQc/kdw4AZQJ-zw/s320/Maggie+1st+bday+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SdZdoTI6UHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Rrnu2_VvxAM/s1600-h/Maggie+1st+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320542956698620018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SdZdoTI6UHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Rrnu2_VvxAM/s320/Maggie+1st+bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-2600137393727924655?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/2600137393727924655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=2600137393727924655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2600137393727924655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2600137393727924655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SdZdwyJ4oKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0_A8ZinVVPE/s72-c/Maggie+1st+bday+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-2052815043463170088</id><published>2009-03-30T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:45:48.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The gutter people have started replacing our gutters.  They had to bring in a cherry picker because of our crazy house and how far the away the gutters are from the side of the house.  Will loves having people here working on our house.  He loves their equipment and the noises and trying to communicate with them.  A few men get a kick out of Will, but most of them ignore him.  Will is not ignored well.  He is like a mosquito buzzing in your ears.  We went to Walmart and the Home Despot this morning and as I was loading Maggie and the bag in the car he told the men that we were going to look for new shoes for Maggie at Walmart.  He was ignored and like a broken record, he kept on repeating until I grabbed him and put him in the car.  When we got home he tried to tell a man about the pumpkin seeds that we bought, with the same results.  It must be tough being a kid, not having people listen to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie had her 1-year checkup this morning.  She has gone down a lot in the percentile charts.  She was 18 lbs, 28.5 inches.  Will was 1/2 a pound heavier than her at 1, but the same height.  She had been in the 85th percentile in height at 6 months, but now she is in the 30th.  For weight she had been in the 30th percentile but is now in the 8th.  I have realized it's more convenient to have small children because you can carry them around more easily.  Will still likes to be carried whenever possible and at 27 lbs, I can do it, but not for long periods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-2052815043463170088?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/2052815043463170088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=2052815043463170088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2052815043463170088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2052815043463170088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/03/gutter-people-have-started-replacing.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-6054236078710059407</id><published>2009-03-28T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T08:00:38.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie's 1st</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/Sc7IvWKTSzI/AAAAAAAAAQE/6MmipoDH3eQ/s1600-h/Maggie"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318408925699328818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/Sc7IvWKTSzI/AAAAAAAAAQE/6MmipoDH3eQ/s320/Maggie%27s+1st+bday+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/Sc7IvbTNTzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/X9qXR5u4olI/s1600-h/Maggie"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318408927078862642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/Sc7IvbTNTzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/X9qXR5u4olI/s320/Maggie%27s+1st+bday+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/Sc7IvFImWTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/xmsgcbszo14/s1600-h/Maggie"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318408921128786226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/Sc7IvFImWTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/xmsgcbszo14/s320/Maggie%27s+1st+bday+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/Sc7Iu342uLI/AAAAAAAAAPs/P5ljzpUtbJE/s1600-h/Maggie"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318408917573089458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/Sc7Iu342uLI/AAAAAAAAAPs/P5ljzpUtbJE/s320/Maggie%27s+1st+bday+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/Sc7Iu_gfZiI/AAAAAAAAAPk/C3_HXVMeqb4/s1600-h/Maggie"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318408919618381346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/Sc7Iu_gfZiI/AAAAAAAAAPk/C3_HXVMeqb4/s320/Maggie%27s+1st+bday+002.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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 1st birthday Maggie! I can't believe it's been a whole year. Today the Kreuter clan flew down here for a few hours(my dad is a pilot). Will was excited because of the prospect of special visitors and a party complete with cupcakes and presents. He has already taken possession of Maggie's new teapot and picnic table and was seen stabbing a spoon into the Cabbage Patch Kids face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since most of you don't know Maggie, I will tell you a bit about her. She is around 18 or 19 pounds, has blue eyes and soft, sweet blondish hair. When she was born, she had a long pointy nose that was smushed to one side, but fortunately has turned into a cute button nose. She has made it her life's mission to climb anything she possibly can. She also loves to bug Will and already is adept at doing it. She loves soggy Cheerios since she still doesn't have any teeth, as well as graham crackers, yogurt, bread or anything that is sweet. She hates anyone who isn't Mama, Papa, or Will and tolerates few others. She loves to play peek-a-boo and have her feet tickled by papa's beard. She isn't much of a sleeper and still wakes up at least once a night and naps only about 1.5 hours a day. She has a terrible fingernails-on-a-chalkboard screech whenever she isn't happy about something.  She loves the baby swing at the park.  I look forward to another year with her and getting to know her better.  Love you, Maggie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-6054236078710059407?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6054236078710059407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=6054236078710059407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/6054236078710059407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/6054236078710059407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/03/maggies-1st.html' title='Maggie&apos;s 1st'/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/Sc7IvWKTSzI/AAAAAAAAAQE/6MmipoDH3eQ/s72-c/Maggie%27s+1st+bday+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-5752013405417307556</id><published>2009-03-25T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:55:11.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will's new tent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/ScpSbTnnDDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Px4a1H5lKdQ/s1600-h/Will"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317152939140647986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/ScpSbTnnDDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Px4a1H5lKdQ/s320/Will%27s+tent+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/ScpSbPX9VVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/UFR6DuYAEBM/s1600-h/Will"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317152938001257810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/ScpSbPX9VVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/UFR6DuYAEBM/s320/Will%27s+tent+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been wanting to get the tent that goes with Will's bedding from Target for a long time, but held off hoping for a clearance, but I finally just bit the bullet and bought it for him.  He LOVES it.  It took me a while for me to put together with Will yelling "wrong piece" over and over in the background like a talking parrot, but I finally got it put together.  I am hoping it will make him stay in bed a couple extra hours in the morning, though i know my hope is in vain.  If anything he will wake up early and want me to play with him.  I will probably end up taking it off at nightime since it interferes with the blankets.       &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/2013806611551128155-5752013405417307556?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5752013405417307556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=5752013405417307556' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/5752013405417307556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/5752013405417307556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/03/wills-new-tent.html' title='Will&apos;s new tent'/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/ScpSbTnnDDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Px4a1H5lKdQ/s72-c/Will%27s+tent+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-4057750011266861882</id><published>2009-03-24T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:10:14.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we went to the bank and refinanced our mortgage with under 5% interest.  Can you believe that?  I'm glad we can benefit from the bad economy, for once.  Mike and Nancy watched the kids while we were resigning the next 30 years of our lives away.  Maggie was a stinker, but Will sure loved having them here.  I loved having some else deal with the fury of Will's bowels for once in the past week.  Thanks M&amp;amp;N! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I signed up for a garden plot at the parks department.  Ever since we moved into our house I have wondered how I would get a garden into our rather small backyard.  There are just enough trees to be considered shady.  But, my problem is solved.  The park people even till up the ground and fertilize it for you.  It doesn't get much better than that.  The only bad thing is that having my garden where other people can see it will bring out my competitive side.  I am a very messy and haphazard gardener as I am sure the people who bought our house last year found out.  I will have to put in a little extra work to keep up with my garden plot neighbors.  I think I am going to plant some sugar snap or snow peas, green beans, zucchini, pumpkin, carrots, and swiss chard.  I grew parsnips(my favorite veg) a couple years ago and liked those a lot, but they take too long and the plots are only open until the beginning of October.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-4057750011266861882?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4057750011266861882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=4057750011266861882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/4057750011266861882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/4057750011266861882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-we-went-to-bank-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-1529277977686495052</id><published>2009-03-21T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T07:23:59.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will is over his fever and puking, but he has been pooping like Old Faithful the past couple days. Last night was the worst, though. He pooped around midnight and I went to go change his pullup and as I was doing that the next round started. Now, no matter how many times I wash my hands, I still think they smell like sick-person diarhea. That must be what nursing home employees think all day long. We were supposed to have the missionaries over tonight but it feels wrong to prepare a meal for outsiders while my hands still have a poo smell. Maggie is perfectly healthy now and I am so glad that TYler and I never got it. I ate plenty of candy on Wednesday and Thursday, thinking I would just be puking it up so I might as well enjoy the forced bulimia, but alas, it didn't happen, so I must suffer the results of too many calories. I truly love chocolate covered pretzels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I escaped my sick baby last night and went to see Duplicity. It was a great movie, though very confusing until the end. And of course, Clive Owen was hot and I loved Julia Roberts outfits. I think I need to watch it a couple more times before I understand everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-1529277977686495052?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1529277977686495052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=1529277977686495052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/1529277977686495052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/1529277977686495052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/03/will-is-over-his-fever-and-puking-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-7863925183675202000</id><published>2009-03-18T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:44:31.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Welcome to the Amazing new Ellis Weight Loss Program, where you can lose 5 pounds in less than 24 hours.  Just give my kids a kiss...on the lips is more effective...there you go!  Now just sit back and enjoy the ride.  You can feel the effects of the Program within a few hours.  See, it's starting already.  Oops!  You didn't make it to the bathroom in time?  That's ok, free laundry facilities are included in the package.  Just take your bedding or underwear to the basement, you will see the washer.  I have diapers for the kids, but not for one so big as you.  On second thought, you might just want to throw those away.  They will never be the same.  While you are at it, could you take the kids bedding too?  They are on the same weight loss program as you.  This program works for everyone, but is particularly effective for those who don't eat well or exercise.  Try it!  It will work for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-7863925183675202000?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/7863925183675202000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=7863925183675202000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/7863925183675202000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/7863925183675202000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-to-amazing-new-ellis-weight.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-2751781827924012777</id><published>2009-03-18T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:30:35.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Monday we went to Goshen to spend a few days with the Kreuter clan.  We went to go see 5-day old Camden on Tuesday and we were supposed to have Maggie's one-year pictures taken today.  That didn't happen because around midnight Will started puking his guts out.  I just hope that nobody gets sick because of Will.  So far Maggie and I haven't started puking, but we will just have to wait and see.  We came home today and are trying to relax the rest of the day.  Will is watching Caillou and hasn't puked since we passed through Leesburg about 3 or 4 hours ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In happier news, Maggie is finally getting her first tooth.  She will be 1 year old on the 28th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-2751781827924012777?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/2751781827924012777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=2751781827924012777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2751781827924012777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2751781827924012777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-monday-we-went-to-goshen-to-spend.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-7123804824542648168</id><published>2009-03-15T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T09:00:13.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another week gone by and another week closer to Tyler's graduation in July.  We are both looking forward to Tyler's being done with his MBA we can hardly stand it.  He's not the only one with senioritis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will has been getting so sociable lately.  His shyness really worried me and then just the last couple months he has been making friends at the library and wherever else we might be around kids his age.  I have always admired the ease in which kids make friends.  Not that they are lasting relationships, but it is interesting.  There is an outgoing 18 month boy at church that Will seems to really like.  At the chili cookoff on Friday and the Primary activity on Saturday, Will ran around with him, pushing him around a little bit.  I didn't feel bad about that because Ashton has 2 older brothers and certainly knows how to push back.  Will gets really anxious when Ashton goes near Maggie because Ashton is a bit rough with her and makes her cry whenever he comes near.  Making her cry is not hard to do.  Any stranger who comes near her makes her cry.  It is funny to see Will being the protective older brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-7123804824542648168?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/7123804824542648168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=7123804824542648168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/7123804824542648168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/7123804824542648168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-week-gone-by-and-another-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-9163202696044341233</id><published>2009-03-08T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:46:18.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We've been having a weekend of very warm weather for March.  On Friday I decided to try pulling the kids in the bike trailer.  It went pretty well, considering I haven't gone bike riding in well over a year.  Will actually enjoyed it and Maggie screamed only a bit.  We rode to the library and played for a bit until I kissed Maggie's forehead and found her quite feverish.  So, after unwittingly contaminating the library toys with Maggie's virus, we went home.  The wind was quite stiff coming home and I thought I was going to die.  Will wasn't helping the the wind drag any by opening the trailer and sticking as much of his body out as his belts would allow while Maggie was screaming pitifully in her illness.  We were going so slow that we were almost not moving.  But we made it home eventually.  Maggie had a rough time of it on Friday and Saturday, but she seems to be getting a little better today.  She will not take Tylenol the traditional way, so Tyler had to go and get some fever reducing suppositories.  I also made him learn how to take a rectal temperature reading, which I felt like he needed to know, although he felt differently.  Our thermometer seems to be wildly inaccurate, so I made Tyler do it 3 times.  When Will was a baby I don't even think he knew that I was taking his temp, but Maggie seems a little bit more disturbed about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-9163202696044341233?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/9163202696044341233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=9163202696044341233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/9163202696044341233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/9163202696044341233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/03/weve-been-having-weekend-of-very-warm.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-6058927357592675231</id><published>2009-03-04T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T04:40:34.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finished my "Bloody Jack" books and I think they rate pretty high up there with my favorite books.  I listened to the first two on cd and believe that's the way to go if your library has them.  My library only had the first two on cd.  The first book starts out with an orphan girl at the beginning of the 19th century who is in a gang of street urchins in London and has to leave because of some gang fighting.  She dresses up like a boy and becomes a ship's boy on a British war ship, and so begins her adventures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am in the mood for nautical adventures, I have started reading the  "Master and Commander" series.  I love the movie with Russell Crowe and Paul Bettany.  I think I want to buy a sailboat and sail the oceans blue, or at least Lake Michigan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-6058927357592675231?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6058927357592675231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=6058927357592675231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/6058927357592675231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/6058927357592675231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-finished-my-bloody-jack-books-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-3818225063309950139</id><published>2009-02-26T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T05:10:26.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems like it's been a while since I did my last post.  I have been immersed in a very entertaining book series called "Bloody Jack".  I just finished my fourth book and need a bit of a breather so I can clean the house.  Whenever I am reading a book, most everything else goes untended.  There are puzzle pieces and socks lying all over the house and I think the kids need some attention, too.  Maggie has been so crabby the last couple days so maybe she is finally getting a tooth.  She'll be 11 months old on the 28th and she doesn't have a single tooth.  I always like to blame fussiness/meanness on teething. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we finished Will's bday festivities with a party with the Muncie crew.  Will got a bunch of presents again and our big, old house is nearly bursting.  I will have to start a toy rotation so not all the toys are out at once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-3818225063309950139?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3818225063309950139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=3818225063309950139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3818225063309950139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3818225063309950139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-seems-like-its-been-while-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-176413512204160923</id><published>2009-02-15T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T08:49:29.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SZhHjtlzjVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zInpRjKJo1A/s1600-h/February+2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303067240087915858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SZhHjtlzjVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zInpRjKJo1A/s320/February+2009+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SZhHjU7IvkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/sKnlSyS-zfc/s1600-h/February+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303067233466498626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SZhHjU7IvkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/sKnlSyS-zfc/s320/February+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend has been the start of Will's birthday festivities. My family came down from Goshen on Friday afternoon. We ate some pizza and brownies and Will opened his presents. He got a Buzz Lightyear spaceship and figurines, Diego puzzle, Cars sticker book, and Cariboo among other things. Cariboo is kind of fun and fortunately not confusing since I am terrible at playing games. After we opened presents we went to the Holiday Inn where the fam was staying and we went swimming. Will was excited to go swimming but as we were putting his swimming gear on, he chickened out. I originally didn't want to get in (it's February and I am always cold!), but I am glad I did. Ethan and I had a good time. Playing with kids often reminds me that my movements are too utilitarian and joyless. Kids move for the sheer joy of it, unlike adults. The only other time I feel that way is when I am on my bike, although I might not feel that way pulling two kids behind me in the trailer. We will have to see about that. There was some kind of a state wrestling championship that weekend and some of the wrestlers were staying at the Holiday Inn. We got out of the pool just in time because as we were leaving a gaggle of teenage boys and their families piled into the pool area. There is something about the thought of teenage boys swimming that makes me want to skim the pool and pour a couple buckets of chlorine into the water. They are just dirty by their very nature, no matter how many hours they spend in a hot shower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday my mom, sister, and Maggie and I went to the Fashion Mall to window shop. Then we went to the Cheesecake Factory for the Kreuters to get their CF fix. Big Mistake. Never go out to a restaurant on Valentine's day weekend. Especially the CF. The line to just put your name on the list was way out the door, even in the middle of the afternoon. But, we finally got in and ate and the kids were really good (Will had Buzz with him). My day was made CONSIDERABLY brighter when we went out to the parking lot and some foolish teenage boy had gotten his big white truck stuck in one of the remaining snow drifts. It looked like the undercarriage of the car was stuck in the highest part of the drift. I'm sure that ruined his Valentine's Day date. If I were his date I would've called for someone to pick me up and never gone out with that fool again. At this point you may wonder if I have something against teenage boys. I don't know about that, but if I do I only have 10 years to get over it before Will arrives at that stage. &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/2013806611551128155-176413512204160923?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/176413512204160923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=176413512204160923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/176413512204160923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/176413512204160923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-weekend-has-been-start-of-wills.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SZhHjtlzjVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zInpRjKJo1A/s72-c/February+2009+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-4317615621659435845</id><published>2009-02-10T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T05:46:26.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been loving this warm weather!  I know it's just a teaser and that it will get cold for another couple of months, but I am determined to enjoy it while i can.  Yesterday we went on a walk to the post office to drop off some mail.  When we started out I had a long sleeve shirt on, a light polar fleece jacket and my heavy winter jacket(it was still only in the 40's).  By the time we walked the 7 blocks to the p.o. I had shed my winter jacket.  I even got a couple of "hey baby" honks from a couple of grizzled fat men on mopeds(hey, I take compliments when I can get them).  I plan on going on another walk in a couple of hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-4317615621659435845?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4317615621659435845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=4317615621659435845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/4317615621659435845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/4317615621659435845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-been-loving-this-warm-weather-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-5918149083045833962</id><published>2009-02-06T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:42:24.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SYygKSxmdZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/k0vAGm8pM64/s1600-h/ScannedImage-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299786960207246738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SYygKSxmdZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/k0vAGm8pM64/s320/ScannedImage-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SYygKK-b8jI/AAAAAAAAAOU/YG3PhbobtoY/s1600-h/ScannedImage-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299786958113600050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SYygKK-b8jI/AAAAAAAAAOU/YG3PhbobtoY/s320/ScannedImage-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SYygKP3OHkI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3PltzuuPIuw/s1600-h/ScannedImage-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299786959425510978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SYygKP3OHkI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3PltzuuPIuw/s320/ScannedImage-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SYygJ-8wfdI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hCT81FVRZgI/s1600-h/ScannedImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299786954885332434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SYygJ-8wfdI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hCT81FVRZgI/s320/ScannedImage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the photographer's today and got Will's 3 year pictures and some V-day pictures of Maggie.  She is the sweetest little angel in these pictures, but she was being a bit of a stinker while we were there.  I couldn't get a smile out of her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-5918149083045833962?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/5918149083045833962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=5918149083045833962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/5918149083045833962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/5918149083045833962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-went-to-photographers-today-and-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SYygKSxmdZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/k0vAGm8pM64/s72-c/ScannedImage-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-6829792251823713056</id><published>2009-02-04T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T03:50:07.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh, our taxes are done.  At least I hope.  Even though I graduated with a degree in accounting, doesn't mean that I know how to do taxes.  That is something that people always mention when I tell them what my degree was.  IT IS SIMPLY NOT TRUE!  It is also not true that I am very good at math.  That was my weakest subject, by far.  All I got in college was a head stuffed full of theory.  While studying for the CPA exam I crammed my head full of this knowledge, which emptied out as soon as I was done.  Tyler can attest to this.  He thought I might be helpful in some of his accounting classes, but I was not.  I tried to help him with some of his problems, but I simply could not.  It was like I am operating on a whole different level now that I stay at home.  My mind is occupied with different things, now.   And what are we going to do with our tax return?  It's all going into the gutters.  Of our house, I mean.  Our house desperately needs new gutters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-6829792251823713056?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6829792251823713056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=6829792251823713056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/6829792251823713056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/6829792251823713056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/02/ahh-our-taxes-are-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-4841817751590935792</id><published>2009-01-28T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:56:37.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love being a stay-at-home mom.  I get to stay inside and watch the snow fall and see Chuck Lofton with the evil glint in his eyes as we get 11 inches of snow.  The man is in his element.  What do people who work do when their kid's day care is closed and they still have to go to work? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I made a trek to Target and ran into a boy I went to high school with.  I suppose I need to start saying man/woman because we are well into our twenties now.  I still think of my classmates as boys and girls as if they are stuck in May 2000 and cannot progress unless I am in touch with them.  This boy was kind of goofy, sometimes a jerk.  I am always glad to see that we all outgrew our high-schoolishness and are good citizens, marrying, having kids, employed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-4841817751590935792?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4841817751590935792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=4841817751590935792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/4841817751590935792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/4841817751590935792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-being-stay-at-home-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-1636319835415210002</id><published>2009-01-26T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:02:35.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh, the kids are asleep.  Time for some me-time.  Actually, I shouldn't complain, Maggie took 2.5 hour long nap today while Will watched tv.  I took a 45 minute nap and read a book.  As I type this, my eyes keep on straying over to the cover Parents magazine.  I've started to get annoyed by magazines like this.  "6 Ways to Have a Friendly Baby".  COME ON!  Maggie only tolerates 3 people: Me, Tyler, and Will.  If I had my own magazine with which to teach people what I know and give advice, the cover might go something like this:&lt;br /&gt;1.  How to Raise a Needy Baby&lt;br /&gt;2.  How to Gain 5 lbs in 5 days!&lt;br /&gt;3.  Cook a Dinner Your Whole Family Will Hate (except you)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Learn How to Make Poor Real Estate Investments!&lt;br /&gt;5.  Try our New All-Chocolate Diet!&lt;br /&gt;6.  How to Have Children Who wake up every 3 Hours at night&lt;br /&gt;7.  The Best Places to Poke a Snoring Husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list could go on and on.  I have so much knowledge that the world needs to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...If you are going to stay home all day, is changing into a different pair of pajamas getting dressed for the day?  It is for me.  I plan on staying inside the house Tuesday and Wednesday because we are going to be getting a little bit of snow the next few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-1636319835415210002?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1636319835415210002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=1636319835415210002' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/1636319835415210002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/1636319835415210002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/01/ahhh-kids-are-asleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-4199995527815357430</id><published>2009-01-25T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:20:44.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really love having church from 1-4.  Tyler doesn't have to leave for his meetings until 9:30 and today the bishop is out of town so he doesn't have to leave for another hour.  I am able to soak in a bath while he watches the kids and get ready without having to hold someone or wipe someone's nose or butt.  Today my hair was already kind of wild so instead of curling it under I curled it out.  My hair now looks like it has wings and I'm going to fly away.  I'm sure by 1:00 the effects of the curling iron will have worn out and it will just look really weird.  But for now it looks as though I styled it.  There is one part of my hair that refuses to be curled.  It is the part that I usually put behind my ears.  It remains in that same position even if I scorch it with the curling iron.  Oh well, that's what you get when you never learned how to do anything with your hair when you were young.  You get stubborn hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-4199995527815357430?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/4199995527815357430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=4199995527815357430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/4199995527815357430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/4199995527815357430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-really-love-having-church-from-1-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-7068678293516672282</id><published>2009-01-18T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:17:52.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SXPTPmr9YKI/AAAAAAAAANY/BQW3l1EDQcw/s1600-h/January+2009+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292806252126888098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SXPTPmr9YKI/AAAAAAAAANY/BQW3l1EDQcw/s320/January+2009+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Will started hating baths about 3 months ago, but with I put Maggie in the big bathtub last night and the sibling jealousy did wonders for WIll's attitude about baths.  Note that Will's hair is not wet in the picture.  His bathtime happiness ended when I tried to wash his hair. &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;Here is a picture of Maggie's room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SXPTPaoM1MI/AAAAAAAAANQ/yuRqSl7d_ok/s1600-h/January+2009+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292806248889898178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SXPTPaoM1MI/AAAAAAAAANQ/yuRqSl7d_ok/s320/January+2009+017.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;&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/_afNJNR3VVgs/SXPTCU6waDI/AAAAAAAAANI/LsFcWCSkhIg/s1600-h/January+2009+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292806024018815026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SXPTCU6waDI/AAAAAAAAANI/LsFcWCSkhIg/s320/January+2009+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SXPTCP8M6NI/AAAAAAAAANA/a5WLEdUDb4g/s1600-h/January+2009+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292806022682699986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SXPTCP8M6NI/AAAAAAAAANA/a5WLEdUDb4g/s320/January+2009+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SXPTBlZ_zqI/AAAAAAAAAM4/KUGe_le3r8w/s1600-h/January+2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292806011264945826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SXPTBlZ_zqI/AAAAAAAAAM4/KUGe_le3r8w/s320/January+2009+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite project was the light fixture.  I went all HGTV on a brass light fixture I got at a thrift store.  I spray painted it and I think it makes the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SXPTBepRTZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-2TMh8nwa3g/s1600-h/January+2009+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292806009449958802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SXPTBepRTZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-2TMh8nwa3g/s320/January+2009+012.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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SXPTBPyUjSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/XxONLcdq5nI/s1600-h/January+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292806005461388578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SXPTBPyUjSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/XxONLcdq5nI/s320/January+2009+005.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-7068678293516672282?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/7068678293516672282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=7068678293516672282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/7068678293516672282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/7068678293516672282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/01/will-started-hating-baths-about-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SXPTPmr9YKI/AAAAAAAAANY/BQW3l1EDQcw/s72-c/January+2009+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-6119497298018812314</id><published>2009-01-16T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:23:44.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two days of marathon painting (2 coats primer, ceiling, 2 coats of color) and I'm done with Maggie's bedroom.  We moved her back in there last night.  When we get shelves, etc hung (hanged?) I will post a picture.  It's definitely my favorite room so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I actually did a workout video.  I used to do them all the time(before kids) but I just can't stand to do it at night(too tired) or during naptime(too lazy) and doing it while they are in the same room is incredibly hard.  Will was amused by what I was doing and tried to join in with me sometimes, but Maggie didn't last long even with a floor littered with Cheerios (Will's "dog food") and toys.  BUt I persevered and felt very energetic for about an hour afterwards.  My favorite workout videos are from the Firm.  One of the few things I hate about workout videos is having to listen to their stupid comments time after time.  I bristle when I hear her say "Check out your guns!" or "We'll be looking good in no time!" (coming from a woman who looks like a Barbie doll). I remember my mom had an old Jane Fonda workout video with a comic relief guy in the back who did all kinds of extra weird movements and I think he clucked like a chicken at some point.  I suppose I will have to tolerate this until Maggie no longer has separation anxiety and I can drop her off with the kid care at the gym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-6119497298018812314?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6119497298018812314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=6119497298018812314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/6119497298018812314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/6119497298018812314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-days-of-marathon-painting-2-coats.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-1585066993552475273</id><published>2009-01-10T07:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:09:48.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tyler and I have been busy this last week finishing our bedroom and working on Maggie's bedroom. Tyler just has to patch the walls and ceiling and then I can start painting. We painted our bedroom a very neutral cream and gave the trim another coat of white. We moved our furniture back in and the faint smell of paint fumes lingering in there smells like success. Another room done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was in G-town, I went to the Old Bag Factory. I am very ashamed to say that I lived there for 11 years and never went there. I was surprised that I ignored a hometown gem like that for so long. On the other hand, that is not a kind of place that I would have appreciated when I was 18. There is a thrift shop in one of the buildings and I went in there hoping I would find something fun and cheap for Maggie's bedroom. I came away with a brass light fixture that I am in the process of spray painting white. There is a Tiffany style light in her room right now that I like, but it wasn't exactly what I had in mind for her room. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SWjHYxtZQoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZmNd3Ue42YE/s1600-h/img_BeddingofRoses_050508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289696990821171842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SWjHYxtZQoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZmNd3Ue42YE/s320/img_BeddingofRoses_050508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this picture in the Land of Nod catalog and thought it was just so cute and pretty.  I love the white furniture and cottage look.  It will be a while before we buy any furniture for her room, and we certainly aren't buying anything expensive like Land of Nod furniture, but I would like to buy something similar.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-1585066993552475273?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1585066993552475273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=1585066993552475273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/1585066993552475273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/1585066993552475273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/01/tyler-and-i-have-been-busy-this-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SWjHYxtZQoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZmNd3Ue42YE/s72-c/img_BeddingofRoses_050508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-908787746673155397</id><published>2009-01-02T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T03:16:53.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We are back in Goshen for a few days so that my Mom can take Will to see Sesame Street Live in South Bend.  Will is going to love it.  This will be his third live show.  He's gone to see Diego, and the Wiggles already.  The kids never sleep well at home so they definitely don't sleep well here.  I'm not sure what time Will went to sleep last night, it was at least after 10 because that's when I went to bed.  But he woke up at 4:15 this morning and wouldn't go back to sleep so I put on a DVD for him to watch.  I hope he's not cranky for the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has brought with it the wonderful Christmas clearances at Target.  I have tried not to buy anything that is not consumable because we already have a lot of Christmas stuff.  That means I bought plenty of candy and candles.  I just can't resist my favorite Lindor truffles for .74 a bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler is doing the patching and painting in our bedroom this weekend.  It's a big job so I'll be pleasantly surprised if he gets it done by the time I get back on Sunday.  I've also started stripping wallpaper in Maggie's bedroom but our steamer stopped steaming so I bought a new one on Amazon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-908787746673155397?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/908787746673155397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=908787746673155397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/908787746673155397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/908787746673155397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-are-back-in-goshen-for-few-days-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-8803316376484471782</id><published>2008-12-27T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T17:37:59.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SVbRwNXGLEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/9eJY3HmVLeg/s1600-h/jan+feb+pics+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284641838916316226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SVbRwNXGLEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/9eJY3HmVLeg/s320/jan+feb+pics+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SVbRPTCw50I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/INDlyjq-3BM/s1600-h/December+2008+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284641273505965890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SVbRPTCw50I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/INDlyjq-3BM/s320/December+2008+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maggie in December 2008 (left)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SVbRPTCw50I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/INDlyjq-3BM/s1600-h/December+2008+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SVbRPTCw50I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/INDlyjq-3BM/s1600-h/December+2008+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will in January 2007 (above)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SVbQvE5AC5I/AAAAAAAAALY/uqha_uVqfes/s1600-h/December+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SVbQvE5AC5I/AAAAAAAAALY/uqha_uVqfes/s1600-h/December+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284640719951104914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SVbQvE5AC5I/AAAAAAAAALY/uqha_uVqfes/s320/December+2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SVbQvE5AC5I/AAAAAAAAALY/uqha_uVqfes/s1600-h/December+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Christmas Eve Eve excursion to the Children's Museum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SVbQvkUIiTI/AAAAAAAAALg/O38SHsdegYs/s1600-h/December+2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284640728386406706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SVbQvkUIiTI/AAAAAAAAALg/O38SHsdegYs/s320/December+2008+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SVbQwv1w7fI/AAAAAAAAALw/YAIpk4FINZE/s1600-h/December+2008+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284640748660125170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SVbQwv1w7fI/AAAAAAAAALw/YAIpk4FINZE/s320/December+2008+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"MOGGIE! NO!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad made this marble race for Will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SVbQwbjwsCI/AAAAAAAAALo/lI24v15jTvQ/s1600-h/December+2008+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284640743215902754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SVbQwbjwsCI/AAAAAAAAALo/lI24v15jTvQ/s320/December+2008+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SVbRO0Q7jdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/bJTnZH8l-nM/s1600-h/December+2008+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284641265243885010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SVbRO0Q7jdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/bJTnZH8l-nM/s320/December+2008+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a cool dude! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SVbRPM72W2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/pOxvu2UDMds/s1600-h/December+2008+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284641271866350434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SVbRPM72W2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/pOxvu2UDMds/s320/December+2008+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Maggie's new baby stroller. Will likes to race it around the house and crash into things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284640749039693650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SVbQwxQQr1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/xczOMsQmkec/s320/December+2008+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My sister went into labor at church on Christmas Eve. She left church after 7, went home to pick up her bag, drove the 30 minutes to Elkhart General and had her baby by 8:45. That's what I call efficiency! Her name is Gabriel Nicole Vallejo and she was 7 lbs 4 oz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-8803316376484471782?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8803316376484471782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=8803316376484471782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/8803316376484471782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/8803316376484471782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2008/12/maggie-in-december-2008-above-will-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SVbRwNXGLEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/9eJY3HmVLeg/s72-c/jan+feb+pics+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-3006371319910326353</id><published>2008-12-20T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:15:51.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night we went on our first date in 5 months.  Yes, five months!  So, we were due for an extra special treat.  We satisfied our meat tooth at Fogo de Chao in downtown Indy.  It's called a churroscario and there are lots of people running around the restaurant with skewers of meat that they cut off for you when your button is turned onto its green side.  The meat was so good...(Homer Simpson drool).  I ate lamb, pork, and several kinds of beef in one meal.  I think if I had to choose between a fine chocolate bar or a fine steak, I would definitely choose the steak.  What would you choose?  I would highly recommend this to anyone who likes to indulge the inner carnivore in them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-3006371319910326353?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3006371319910326353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=3006371319910326353' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3006371319910326353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3006371319910326353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-night-we-went-on-our-first-date-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-2796292493319586200</id><published>2008-12-18T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:32:12.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I watched a rebroadcast of The Victoria's Secret Fashion Show.  I love the glitz, the glamour, the costumes, hair, and the jewelry.  And WOW!  Have those models ever hit the genetic jackpot! &lt;br /&gt;List of things I need to be a Victoria Secret Fashion Model:&lt;br /&gt;1.  The strut&lt;br /&gt;2.  I need to grow about 6-8", mostly in legs&lt;br /&gt;3.  Drop about 10 lbs&lt;br /&gt;4.  Grow boobs three times current size&lt;br /&gt;5.  Stop lactating&lt;br /&gt;6.  Learn how to wink without looking like I have something in my eye&lt;br /&gt;7.  Get a 'tude&lt;br /&gt;8.  Grow long, lustrous hair (or at least buy some)&lt;br /&gt;9.  Face transplant (they now do that in America, I hear)&lt;br /&gt;10. Glamorous new name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-2796292493319586200?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/2796292493319586200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=2796292493319586200' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2796292493319586200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2796292493319586200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-night-i-watched-rebroadcast-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-3732015927266185648</id><published>2008-12-16T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:51:35.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I hosted a cookie exchange at my house.  I had 3 friends from church and my neighbor, Emily.  There were 11 kids in all, running around my house.  I had to lay down and rest after they were all gone.  Just being in the same house with all that energy made me tired.  Will and I ate massive amounts of cookies today and I feel kind of fat and even though I have flossed and listerined my mouth a few times today, my tongue still feels tender from all the sugar.  I will have to lay off the junk food for a couple days until it returns to normal.  Yeah, probably not going to happen.  I will be into the fudge right after breakfast tomorrow.  I heard a quote somewhere that says that only when you have mastered self control that you truly come into possession of your soul.  Ouch!  Good thing I have the rest of eternity to work on that self control thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-3732015927266185648?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/3732015927266185648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=3732015927266185648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3732015927266185648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/3732015927266185648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-i-hosted-cookie-exchange-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-7449731712621872840</id><published>2008-12-13T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:40:34.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night, we went to our ward's Christmas party.  Our suspicions were confirmed: Will still hates Santa.  He wouldn't sit on Santa's lap, not even for a candy cane.  Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week Maggie started crawling.  I thought she might do the Will scoot, but she just does the classic crawl.  Will has become very protective and jealous of anything that she picks up, whether it is his toy or not.  Maggie flips out whenever Will takes something from her, so I have been trying to keep peace in our house.  I know this kind of behavior will last for at least the next 20 years so I need to get used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-7449731712621872840?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/7449731712621872840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=7449731712621872840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/7449731712621872840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/7449731712621872840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-night-we-went-to-our-wards.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-1267529511115124530</id><published>2008-12-11T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:29:32.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>$16.80 for Christmas card stamps (ridiculous!)&lt;br /&gt;$9.00 for cards from last year's Christmas clearance (I could have bought a few bags of Ghirardelli chocolate chips for the same amount)&lt;br /&gt;$0.00 for card pictures because I didn't have the photographer's permission to reprint.  I know it's stealing.  I apologize to artists everywhere who have their livelihood stolen because of technology.  But, not being able to pick up my pictures at Walgreens took the last shred of desire I had to spend any more time or money on doing Christmas cards.  So instead of sending everyone cards, I would just like to wish you all a Merry Christmas and best wishes for a happy new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-1267529511115124530?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1267529511115124530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=1267529511115124530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/1267529511115124530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/1267529511115124530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2008/12/16.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-2906868401791220334</id><published>2008-12-09T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:07:21.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/ST6XC9UwEtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JjHcODCN6GQ/s1600-h/December+2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277821890401931986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/ST6XC9UwEtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JjHcODCN6GQ/s320/December+2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" The sun did not shine, it was too wet to play,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we sat in the house all that cold, cold wet day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sat in the house, we sat there we too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I said how I wish we had something to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all we could do was to sit, sit, sit, sit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we did not like it, not one little bit!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are still waiting for our Cat in the Hat to come and rescue us from a day of extreme boredom.&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/2013806611551128155-2906868401791220334?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/2906868401791220334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=2906868401791220334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2906868401791220334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2906868401791220334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2008/12/sun-did-not-shine-it-was-too-wet-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/ST6XC9UwEtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JjHcODCN6GQ/s72-c/December+2008+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-491918030013625607</id><published>2008-12-07T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:07:56.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Christmas devotional is about to start, but it made Tyler's computer crash so I will have a few minutes to blog.  Even though it was pretty cold out this afternoon, I felt the pull of a nice, brisk solo walk.  That is one of the things I never appreciated pre-babies.  Not having to pack crackers or worry about messing up naps  and bedtimes when I want to go out.  I also miss being able to go to the movies on a whim.  Must try to enjoy everything about motherhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday, Greenfield had their annual Christmas parade and lighting of the courthouse Christmas tree.  We went with our neighbors, the Fryes, and their two young boys.  It was a "cute" parade with floats that included a school bus decorated with lights, decorated dump truck, miniature horses pulling ladies in tiny carriages, the local nursing home bus complete with  residents, and "Blue" the Colts mascot on a 4-wheeler.  Santa and Mrs. Claus made a special entrance on a fire engine.  I thought this would make Will excited, but he was "sceered" of everything but the mini horses.  Oh well, this will probably be an Ellis family tradition until the kids start to think it's lame.  We power-walked home because we were so cold.  I thought my toes were going to fall off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started to do my Christmas cards.  I find this a curious custom and also wonder if there were no females on earth, would there be such a thing as Christmas cards?  Do any of you know of any man that sends out his own cards of his own free will?  I know Tyler would never take the time to do such a thing, yet he requests several people be sent a card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devotional just started!  Ooh, I do love hearing everyone sing, "Joy to the World".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-491918030013625607?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/491918030013625607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=491918030013625607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/491918030013625607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/491918030013625607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-devotional-is-about-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-2678885756625250122</id><published>2008-11-24T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:29:49.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artichoke Soup</title><content type='html'>I love artichokes.  I was really excited to try this Cream of Artichoke soup and I thought it was delicious.  Not very healthy, but delicious.  Tyler didn't like it but he will just have to suffer because I plan on putting it into my cookbook, which means I will make it again.  I have typed about 6 recipes for my cookbook so far, so I have hardly made a dent in my stack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream of Artichoke Soup 4-6 servings AntiquiTea, Pittsburgh&lt;br /&gt;1. ½ cup chopped green onion&lt;br /&gt;2. 2 carrots, peeled and sliced&lt;br /&gt;3. 2 stalks celery, chopped&lt;br /&gt;4. ½ cup butter, divided&lt;br /&gt;5. 1 bay leaf&lt;br /&gt;6. ½ tsp thyme&lt;br /&gt;7. ½ tsp oregano&lt;br /&gt;8. 1/8 tsp cayenne pepper&lt;br /&gt;9. 4 cups chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;10. 4 oz. can sliced mushroom, drained&lt;br /&gt;11. 14 oz. Can artichoke hearts, drained and sliced&lt;br /&gt;12. 3 tbsp flour&lt;br /&gt;13. 1 cup heavy cream&lt;br /&gt;14. Salt and pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In a large saucepan over medium heat, saute onion, carrots celery in ¼ cup butter.&lt;br /&gt;-Add ingredients 5-11 and simmer for 15-20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;-Meanwhile, in a small skillet, melt remaining butter over low heat. Stir in flour and cook, stirring constantly until mixture thickens. Stir the flour mixture into artichoke mixture.&lt;br /&gt;-Slowly add the cream, and salt and pepper. Cook 3-5 minutes or until slightly thickened and heated through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-2678885756625250122?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/2678885756625250122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=2678885756625250122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2678885756625250122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2678885756625250122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2008/11/artichoke-soup.html' title='Artichoke Soup'/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-6874448217146118929</id><published>2008-11-21T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:47:21.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SScdaMjdciI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HTKMW92lGYc/s1600-h/november+pics+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271214224744215074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SScdaMjdciI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HTKMW92lGYc/s320/november+pics+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SScdaTMOOiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MDgk1NSm6ew/s1600-h/november+pics+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271214226525796898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SScdaTMOOiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MDgk1NSm6ew/s320/november+pics+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday and today have been spent entirely at home. This is one of the reasons I enjoy being a stay-at-home mom of two young children. We get to stay at home in our jammies whenever I feel like it. It can be a double-edged sword of sorts as well. Sometimes I get a little bit of cabin fever. Yesterday we watched a lot of tv. I especially enjoyed Oprah and her show about beauty around the world. I think today's Oprah is supposed to be about sex, so I think I will skip that one. I also watched a movie from the library, "the Woodlanders" based on a book I read a year ago. It had Rufus Sewell, one of my celebrity crushes, in it so I enjoyed it.This morning I made turkey shaped sugar cookies with a recipe that was in my stack. It was the Land O' Lakes "best ever butter cookie" with orange juice in it. I don't think I will make it again. I couldn't even taste the OJ in it. But the cookies turned out cute after I decorated them.  I think that picture of Will holding the tray of cookies was torturous to him because he really wanted another one.  He had already eaten 3 unfrosted and 1 frosted already, for goodness sake! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a broken water main in our neighborhood, so we have no water this afternoon. I now have urges to drink several glasses of water, do the laundry and dishes, go to the bathroom and be able to flush, and take a long, hot shower. But, alas, we have no pressure. Just a little hiss of air every time I test the tap. I am a bit worried about the boiler since there is no water to fill it up. I turned down the thermostat so it wouldn't turn on. Hopefully our water is restored soon. I threw out all of our water storage when we moved to Greenfield, so I think I only have one or two bottles of water that are several years old and all dented.  My urge to clean will subside once we have water again.&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/2013806611551128155-6874448217146118929?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6874448217146118929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=6874448217146118929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/6874448217146118929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/6874448217146118929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-and-today-have-been-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SScdaMjdciI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HTKMW92lGYc/s72-c/november+pics+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-8108485729625600263</id><published>2008-11-20T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T08:59:54.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>favorite recipes</title><content type='html'>I am addicted to recipe collecting.  I have a stack of recipes from magazines, etc. that I want to try out sometime.  The stack grows larger every week.  I just can't make all these recipes.  I also want to type my favorite recipes and eventually make them into my own personal cookbook so I don't have to shuffle through yucky scraps of yellowing paper.  I don't know if I will ever stick to this project, but I at least have a start.  I made this the other day with my food storage black beans and really liked it (after the addition of the sour cream).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steak and Black Bean Chili 6 servings&lt;br /&gt;¾ pound sirloin steak&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped onion&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;2 cans (15 oz each) black beans, rinsed and drained&lt;br /&gt;1 can (15 oz) diced tomatoes, undrained&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped green bell pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped red bell pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 jalapeno pepper, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 cube beef boullion&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp chili powder&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped tomato&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup sliced green onions with tops&lt;br /&gt;6 tbsp reduced-fat sour cream&lt;br /&gt;1. Remove fat from steak. Cut steak into ½ inch cubes. Heat oil in large nonstick saucepan over medium heat until hot. Add steak, onion, and garlic; cook and stir 5 minutes or until meat is no longer pink. Add beans, diced tomatoes and juice, bell peppers, jalapeno pepper, boullion, chili powder and sugar. Bring to a boil; reduce heat to low. Simmer, covered 30 to 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Top with chopped tomato, green onions and sour cream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-8108485729625600263?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/8108485729625600263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=8108485729625600263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/8108485729625600263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/8108485729625600263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2008/11/favorite-recipes.html' title='favorite recipes'/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-6724338173415478023</id><published>2008-11-17T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:01:52.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a rare occurence, but both the kids are down for naps.  It's 2:00 and I have a bit of time to kill.  WIll doesn't take naps, unless I take him for a car ride.  I think it's hard for him to wind down in the middle of the day.  He woke up at 5:20 this morning and he was getting cranky so he let me cuddle with him (also a rare occurence) and he went to sleep.  What shall I do with my few remaining minutes?  I think I will waste them mindlessly surfing the internet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-6724338173415478023?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/6724338173415478023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=6724338173415478023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/6724338173415478023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/6724338173415478023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-rare-occurence-but-both-kids-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-2067801361135751985</id><published>2008-11-14T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:46:32.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SR2rK0KZqGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zu3WHAL9sG4/s1600-h/October+2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268555341382658146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SR2rK0KZqGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zu3WHAL9sG4/s320/October+2008+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SR2rKp9ik7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/-VRiucuVAv8/s1600-h/October+2008+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268555338644362162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SR2rKp9ik7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/-VRiucuVAv8/s320/October+2008+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom came to visit for a couple days. We got the kids pictures done and my mom got an early Christmas present for Maggie. If you say that it is her kitchen, Will gets in a snit, so we call it Will's kitchen for now.  Is it fair that they have a nicer kitchen than their mom?  &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/2013806611551128155-2067801361135751985?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/2067801361135751985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=2067801361135751985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2067801361135751985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2067801361135751985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-kitchen.html' title='new kitchen'/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SR2rK0KZqGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zu3WHAL9sG4/s72-c/October+2008+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-2912479463639402708</id><published>2008-11-06T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:04:25.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last warm days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SRMGdcELZMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/98bU3PVQh9w/s1600-h/October+2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265559492145931458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SRMGdcELZMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/98bU3PVQh9w/s320/October+2008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SRMGcg_zqzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nF50aoWTXzE/s1600-h/October+2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265559476289907506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SRMGcg_zqzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nF50aoWTXzE/s320/October+2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SRMGardRtdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zDiHhkvId_4/s1600-h/October+2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265559444738127314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SRMGardRtdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zDiHhkvId_4/s320/October+2008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SRMGaIhrmaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TgkG8Iz_Pdc/s1600-h/October+2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265559435361360290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SRMGaIhrmaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TgkG8Iz_Pdc/s320/October+2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SRMGZ3JRgqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/5hBEEZwPzqU/s1600-h/October+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265559430695584418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SRMGZ3JRgqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/5hBEEZwPzqU/s320/October+2008+006.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;&lt;div&gt;We have been enjoying the most beautiful fall weather the past week or so. Tomorrow it is supposed to turn colder, so we have to get our last trip to the park in today. I keep on thinking that we are on our last nice day, but it keeps on being warm and sunny. But I do think this is our last day in the 70's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have started stripping wallpaper in our bedroom. It's coming off pretty easily, revealing some cracked walls. It will be a huge job to patch walls and ceiling in this bedroom. Oh well, I'm tired of waking up to sunny cabbage roses every day.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SRMHTgMkVbI/AAAAAAAAAKU/P5TDyxTdBTk/s1600-h/October+2008+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265560420967798194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SRMHTgMkVbI/AAAAAAAAAKU/P5TDyxTdBTk/s320/October+2008+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-2912479463639402708?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/2912479463639402708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=2912479463639402708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2912479463639402708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/2912479463639402708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-warm-days.html' title='Last warm days'/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_afNJNR3VVgs/SRMGdcELZMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/98bU3PVQh9w/s72-c/October+2008+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-1290743345522004927</id><published>2008-11-04T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:11:16.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I failed miserably in my resolve to not buy candy until it went 75% off.  I needed to go to Target to get diapers, tp, and laundry detergent and i was reeled in.  They still had some LIndor truffles which I snapped up.  I also got dots, a giant bag that had a few different chocolate candies in it, and mint chocolate 3 musketeers.  I was disappointed that they didn't have any York peppermint patties.  Oh well...  The money I spent on candy seemed like a drop in the bucket compared to the price of tp and detergent.  We have become accustomed to ultra-soft charmin and Target had a deal where if you buy two packages of tp you get a $5 gift card.  I am such a sucker for that kind of promotion.  The scent-free detergent is also really expensive.  Oh, Maggie just woke up, gotta go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-1290743345522004927?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/1290743345522004927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=1290743345522004927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/1290743345522004927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/1290743345522004927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-failed-miserably-in-my-resolve-to-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013806611551128155.post-7193628291840473254</id><published>2008-11-02T15:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:49:36.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy, candy, candy</title><content type='html'>We got home yesterday in record time, less than 3 hours.  I gazed fondly at the Muncie exit on I-69, thinking that if we still lived there we would almost be home.  But, alas, we still had a good 45 minutes left.  We unloaded all of Will's treats, including all the Curious George books from Kohl's(my mom just can't resist that little monkey), some dvds, a sticker book, and all of Will's candy which I promptly hid.  I have eaten way more candy than I am going to let on.  When do kids realize their mama has been in their stash?  I did give Will a lemon flavored tootsie roll(one of the lowliest candies in my estimation) today.  That's about as much as I can share.  My biggest test will be when I go to Target this week.  I promised myself that I wouldn't buy any candy unless it was 75% off.  I am going to try to keep to that.  I do so love Ghirardelli filled chocolates, though.  Their siren song gets me every time.  Last Christmas, I bought bags and bags of chocolates (all in the name of food storage, of course!:) and didn't tell Tyler of my stash for the longest time.  I will let you know if my resolve holds out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2013806611551128155-7193628291840473254?l=kontrakimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/7193628291840473254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2013806611551128155&amp;postID=7193628291840473254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/7193628291840473254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2013806611551128155/posts/default/7193628291840473254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kontrakimbo.blogspot.com/2008/11/candy-candy-candy.html' title='Candy, candy, candy'/><author><name>Kim E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12116025045784641414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
