<?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-30783913</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:32:27.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey To Diana</title><subtitle type='html'>This was created to keep our friends and family posted as to what is going on in our adoption process.  We hope you will enjoy reading about our family and our journey to our daughter Diana who probabaly isn't even born yet somewhere in China.
&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/"&gt;
&lt;img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/d/4;10722;104/st/20061017/e/LID+we+are+paper+pregnant/dt/-2/k/7a25/event.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-6201553667621213098</id><published>2009-06-07T21:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:48:33.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do I Get This Way?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Six7kZEOKfI/AAAAAAAAAms/CIGM60dzCKw/s1600-h/100_2355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344782722916035058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Six7kZEOKfI/AAAAAAAAAms/CIGM60dzCKw/s320/100_2355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Bailey with his Responsibility Award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Six7j5n2b6I/AAAAAAAAAmk/TvDlvZQekho/s1600-h/100_2356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344782714475540386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Six7j5n2b6I/AAAAAAAAAmk/TvDlvZQekho/s320/100_2356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          Matthew with the sticker he got for the reading club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Six7jlpysTI/AAAAAAAAAmc/DtXcrQtW80A/s1600-h/100_2354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344782709114974514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Six7jlpysTI/AAAAAAAAAmc/DtXcrQtW80A/s320/100_2354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           Bailey with his sticker he got for the reading club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have two really hard times every year that started when the boys started preschool. The days leading to and including the first day of the school year and the days leading to and including the last day of the school year. My torture isn't over yet either since tomorrow is the last day of school. The boys have been counting down for over a week now and as much as I can't wait to be able to sleep in on my days off and not have to worry about packing lunches, and getting everything ready for back backs I get a little shall we say "nutty" thinking about my boys completing yet another year of school.&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;After tomorrow I can't say I am the mom of 2nd graders. I will be saying my boys are 3rd graders. How does this happen? How does a full school year end in the blink of an eye? I think this year may be my hardest yet in letting go. We have been so fortunate to have awesome teachers for both boys this year.&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;Bailey was in a class that job shared and ended up being a total of three teachers because of maternity leave for both of his teachers. He is such an easy going child that none of this ever bothered him. All three of them were great teachers but especially the one he had for the second half of the year. When a teacher calls you at home to tell you how much she enjoys your child nothing can take you off that cloud.&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;Matthew's teacher was a "sub" filling in for another teacher's maternity leave for just the first half of the year. We were so excited when said teacher decided to take the rest of the year off. I never met Mrs. B but Mrs K was such an awesome teacher after having a not so good experience with his 1st grade teacher. Mrs. K will always be someone who I will remember with nothing but respect and admiration. She really cared about all the students and especially Matthew. She was such an advocate for him and I will always be grateful. I am excited that although she hasn't been offered a permanent position yet she will be back for another maternity leave next fall. Unfortunately its in 4th grade but we'll take the fact that she will at least be in the building.&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;Before bed tonight both boys came downstairs a little misty eyed saying they were sad that tomorrow was the last day of school. Matthew broke down in true tears saying he's going to miss Mrs K. and not seeing her everyday. This proves once again what an awesome woman she really is. She has touched him as much as she has touched me.&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;Another pivotal person I am grateful for this school year is the boys' speech teacher. I can not put into words what this woman has done for both their actual speech issues but also for their spirits. They are soooo excited on speech days. When we see her outside after school both boys have to share info about their day to her. She too has been such an advocate for Matthew this year. Mrs. A is another reason why I love the school the boys go to.&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;Friday Bailey got an award for Responsibility and both boys were honored for turning in their reading logs every week of the school year. I know how lucky I am to have such good students. &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;So Bailey and Matthew, congrats on another year completed! You are growing up so fast and get smarter every time I turn around. Lets have a great summer and keep working on your reading and writing so we can impress those 3rd grade teachers!&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/30783913-6201553667621213098?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/6201553667621213098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=6201553667621213098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/6201553667621213098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/6201553667621213098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-do-i-get-this-way.html' title='Why Do I Get This Way?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Six7kZEOKfI/AAAAAAAAAms/CIGM60dzCKw/s72-c/100_2355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-9122460667821608821</id><published>2009-05-06T23:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:51:54.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Amazing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SgJo1ivRlrI/AAAAAAAAAmU/YVb6oT393uw/s1600-h/100_2283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332940177827534514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SgJo1ivRlrI/AAAAAAAAAmU/YVb6oT393uw/s320/100_2283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SgJo1DB3LiI/AAAAAAAAAmM/MUv-Uuvh9EE/s1600-h/100_2259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332940169315560994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SgJo1DB3LiI/AAAAAAAAAmM/MUv-Uuvh9EE/s320/100_2259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SgJo0wSM8QI/AAAAAAAAAmE/CUMfHpHzQGs/s1600-h/100_2258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332940164283822338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SgJo0wSM8QI/AAAAAAAAAmE/CUMfHpHzQGs/s320/100_2258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! I am still on a high 72 hours after the date! This past Sunday my boys made their 1st holy communion. I didn't realize how touched I would be to witness this. My boys worked long and hard this past year, memorizing prayers, talking about reconciliation, learning more and more about God, Jesus and our church. They have amazed me with their thoughts and feelings and all I can say is I'm truly blessed. Two years ago my boys hadn't been in a church more than a handful of times and now in the past year we have become extremely active within our new church. Thanks to the S family we found the perfect church for us and the pay off this weekend made it all beyond worthwhile that we drive a half hour every Sunday for church and CCD.&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;The weather couldn't have been beat. It was sunny and 70ish. Actually it matched my mood. I was nervous for them but of course they were fine. The church really made the mass all about the 11 children who would receive the body Christ for the first time. Before mass began Father took out his guitar and he and the children sang a song together. The children did all the readings, collected the donations (with the help of a proud mommy and daddy =) ), and brought up the gifts. They went up to the alter as Father prepared the Eucharist and said the Lord's prayer together with Father. They lit candles and proclaimed their baptismal promise that we proclaimed on their behalf 8 years ago. They presented us moms with a single white rose and even as I look at it now I cry at its beauty. We proceeded as a family to witness the boys take their first communion and then took communion ourselves. We said a special prayer over our children and told them how proud of them we are. The finale was the children singing a song. My sweet loving Matthew cried as he sang. When we asked him later why he was crying he said they were tears of joy. He really did feel how special the day was.&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;After our glorious mass we proceeded home and had party to celebrate with our family and friends. The boys looked so handsome and never complained when we made them wear their shirts and ties all afternoon. &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;As they were getting ready to go to bed the boys asked if I would read to them from one of their books they got that day about the 10 commandments. We read it and I just looked at them and was again amazed at what special boys God has placed in my care. &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/30783913-9122460667821608821?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/9122460667821608821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=9122460667821608821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/9122460667821608821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/9122460667821608821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2009/05/amazing-day.html' title='An Amazing Day'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SgJo1ivRlrI/AAAAAAAAAmU/YVb6oT393uw/s72-c/100_2283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-7923648414180491706</id><published>2009-02-08T21:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:41:56.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SY-zDV4d2-I/AAAAAAAAAds/dzrcYvZYZd4/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300652156433325026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SY-zDV4d2-I/AAAAAAAAAds/dzrcYvZYZd4/s320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This picture was taken in December to give to Grandma for Christmas.  Aren't they cute???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SY-zDAyJZMI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ZZcI1Z0n9Qg/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300652150769673410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SY-zDAyJZMI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ZZcI1Z0n9Qg/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My babies at one day old snuggled close together in the bassinet in our hospital room!  Can you see why its my favorite picture of them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post started in my head yesterday as I dropped my boys off at a roller skating party. I remember thinking that I myself had a birthday party at a roller rink. I also remember many other parties that I went to there and thought how weird it is that I'm the mom dropping the kids off while they get to skate. The scary thing though? Even though its a totally different rink...it smelled the same and brought back all the memories that I probably haven't thought of in over 20 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought of my friends who I had back then and now three of them thanks to Facebook are somewhat in my life again. Another friend Tamie has been consistent but I can't remember if her and I were ever at a skating party together. I do remember Dawn and Jenny G. being there. I even remember a confrontation I had with Jenny's sister before my own b-day party. I also remember her and I finally making up at this party. Weird how I thought about that yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was also going through pictures for Matthew to bring to school since he is Star of the Week this week. Bailey was King Bee last week (same concept different name.) He wanted a copy of my all time favorite picture of the boys. They were a day old and to this day I remember seeing my boys snuggled together in the bassinet in the hospital. I remember staring at them in awe and disbelief that they were real. I remember thinking I get to take them home and love them for the rest of my life and although I was scared to death I was ready for the challenge. I remember feeling so full. My family had doubled in the matter of hours (there is 2 hours and 15 minutes between the boys), and I felt complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Packing all of their stuff up and getting them bundled for our first ride home made me almost giddy. I was scared because it was snowing out and we had a 45 minute ride. I wanted to sit in the backseat between them but I knew I couldn't wedge myself back there so I sat in the front and my neck was strained by the time we got home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People ask me all the time how I handled twins. My answer has never wavered. I didn't know anything else. Being a first time mommy with twins was no different than just being a first time mommy period. It was new, it was an adjustment, there were times I cried because I thought I couldn't do it but I did. I do tell people that the first year is a blur and for the most part it was. I can look at pictures and remember certain ones others...not so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember some of my fondest memories of Dave in those early days were him sitting on a chair in our loft feeding one baby with me on the futon with the other. We were both trying to stay awake yet not fully so we would be able to get back to sleep. I remember falling in love with him all over again knowing that other people weren't as lucky as I was to have their husband help with these kinds of things. Dave and I have always been a team but were more so with newborn babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those babies have grown so much in the past 8 years. Ironically we ran into their preschool teacher at the grocery store this afternoon. In the three years since preschool ended we have not ran into her living in the same town. Today I laughed as the boys told her what they are now into and Mrs F told me that they look exactly the same except taller. Bailey almost didn't remember having glasses when he was in preschool so he questioned her on it. She asked them about school and asked if they liked it. She told them she was glad that she got to see them. It really was endearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boys are halfway through second grade and have soared yet again. I was surprised at how well they scored on the comprehension standardized tests they took this fall. I am amazed how sometimes listening to them I think I am already living with preteens. When I look back at the pictures I can see them toddling through our town house, taking their first steps, speaking their first words. Looking at them now as they get ready to make their first reconciliation to prepare them for their first communion I see the beginnings of little men. To me though....they will always be those cute babies snuggled up together in the bassinet.&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/30783913-7923648414180491706?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/7923648414180491706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=7923648414180491706' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/7923648414180491706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/7923648414180491706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2009/02/remembering.html' title='Remembering....'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SY-zDV4d2-I/AAAAAAAAAds/dzrcYvZYZd4/s72-c/scan0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-3356901663430870668</id><published>2009-02-03T08:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:17:04.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter Lives Tuesday...week 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.riggsfamilyblog.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Laughter Lives" src="http://www.brentriggs.com/blogpics/laughterlivesbadge.jpg" width="150" align="right" border="0" longdesc="http://www.brentriggs.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This post is part of "Laughter Lives! Tuesday" on the &lt;a href="http://www.riggsfamilyblog.com/"&gt;Riggs Family Blog&lt;/a&gt;. Check our &lt;a href="http://www.riggsfamilyblog.com/"&gt;their blog&lt;/a&gt; to read everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; "Laughter Lives!" posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks topic of Laughter Lives &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tuesday is&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Things That Happened At...Church, weddings, funeral, anniversary... any family event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a couple to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shhhh&lt;/span&gt; She's Sleeping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We were at the wake of Dave's aunt when the boys were about 3 or so.  It was an open casket so the boys could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; see Auntie Irene.  I never took them too close to it so they decided that that she must be sleeping.  Anytime people would get really loud the boys in unison would say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shhhh&lt;/span&gt; she's sleeping."  People would smile and quiet down a bit and of course would later get louder again.  The story was a never ending loop except at times people would start to crack up and that would just get the boys more upset!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Over the summer we found ourselves going to either the 4:30PM Saturday mass or the 8:00AM Sunday mass so we could spend the rest of Sunday doing family fun things.  On one of these occasions Matthew was extremely tired albeit a little bored as well.  I swear every time it got extremely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;quiet&lt;/span&gt; between readings or songs you would hear a long loud yawn.  I don't know which of us wanted to kill him first.  We would hear him yawn and give him the evil eye.  He would look at us as if to say "Did I do something wrong?".  Of course it wasn't any better since there weren't a lot of people in church on that day.  I was amazed and thankful that the priest didn't tease Matthew or us about it as we were leaving.  How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-3356901663430870668?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/3356901663430870668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=3356901663430870668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/3356901663430870668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/3356901663430870668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2009/02/laughter-lives-tuesdayweek-2.html' title='Laughter Lives Tuesday...week 2'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-5598402915124276529</id><published>2009-01-27T08:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:40:27.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter Lives Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.riggsfamilyblog.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Laughter Lives" src="http://www.brentriggsblog.com/blogpics/laughterlivesbadge.jpg" width="150" align="right" border="0" longdesc="http://www.brentriggs.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This post is part of "Laughter Lives! Tuesday" on the &lt;a href="http://www.riggsfamilyblog.com/"&gt;Riggs Family Blog&lt;/a&gt;. Check our &lt;a href="http://www.riggsfamilyblog.com/"&gt;their blog&lt;/a&gt; to read everyone else's "Laughter Lives!" posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I am particiapating in this and I'm not sure how often I will do so. Check on the link above to both pray for Abby and to also read other funny stories. This week we are suppose to write of the funny/silly ways our children tell us they love us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I LOVE YOU STINKY MOMMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When I wake up the boys in the morning I typically get in their beds and snuggle up to them to wake them up.  The other day I crawl in bed with Bailey and and tell him good morning as I rub his back.  He says "Good morning stinky mommy."  I proceed to ask why I'm stinky and he says just because.  I then tell him I love him.  Of course his response was "I love you stinky mommy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow this has stuck now for over a week and now everyone in the house is stinky.  So if you come to our house and Bailey calls you Stinky.  Take it as a term of endearment and remember he's 8!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-5598402915124276529?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/5598402915124276529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=5598402915124276529' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/5598402915124276529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/5598402915124276529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2009/01/laughter-lives-tuesday.html' title='Laughter Lives Tuesday'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-1433489244402975985</id><published>2009-01-18T22:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:06:14.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time For Changes...</title><content type='html'>and no I'm not talking about the new president getting ready to take office.  I do not talk about politics to many people let alone to an audience of my (gasp) blogger followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking about all the changes that start this week in our house in the burbs.  I should probably back track a little just to get you all up to speed.  If you know all this already skim up until you can see the typing become shaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I mentioned in past posts that my hours had been cut at work.  A few weeks before Christmas I thought I was gaining a couple hours because we were restructuring a few different people's jobs.  I was beyond thrilled and even told my supervisor it was an early Christmas present.  Well folks that lasted all of 72 hours.  I had worked an extra day to fill in for a coworker and then went home.  I heard the phone ring, saw work on caller id and figured they had a question about something that had happened.  No big deal right?  WRONG.  Dead Wrong!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear my office managers voice shaking as she told me they had to cut my hours.  She told me that they had also let two other of my co-workers go.  She said business (as I knew) was beyond slow.  She also told me that my hours as well as being cut had changed too.  My heart feel to my stomach and I didn't know what to say or do.  She told me she thought it was temporary and that I would eventually get more hours than I knew what to do with.  We hung up and I started to sob and called my bff K.  She would keep me sane until Dave came home with the kids.  We talked, she did the pep talk thing.  She told me not to break down in front of the kids and told me that we (Dave and I) would make it through.  The irony of all this you ask?  I had quickly typed up my resume just that morning and submitted to a company for a full time job.  I knew I would never get that job but I had done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Dave gets home I tell the kids to start their homework and tell Dave to follow me to our room.  I shook as I told him.  He looked at me in utter disbelief but in typical Dave fashion he said we would be fine.  He told me we would get through it and reminded me of all the other things we had over come in the 11 years we had been together.  I tried to believe him but was not nearly as certain as he was.  I tried my hardest to act normal in front of the boys.  I do recall even eating a little bit at dinner that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did see an ad on line for a job that looked perfect for me.  I polished up the resume and submitted it.  A few days later the agency called me and asked me a few questions.  She liked my answers and asked me to come in for an interview.  I was terrified.  The interview went relatively well and I realized she was impressed with all I told her.  I took a few tests (typing, data entry, and MS Word) and was sent on my way.  I went over to K's house feeling confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called a few days later to touch bases with the agency.  She assured me the office manager hadn't made any decisions as to who they wanted to interview.  The Friday before Christmas the agency calls me and asks me to come in for an interview the following Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go into the lack of sleep that weekend.  The day of the interview I get a call before 9am cancelling my 3pm interview.  The weather is bad and the office manager doesn't want to put me under any stress in getting there (is she serious????).  I am told she will be out of the office until the 5Th of January and she is not interviewing anyone else until she gets back.  I go on with my life of working the new horrible schedule and spending time with family and friends for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go on my interview the 6Th of January.  I leave unsure of how to react.  I am confused and not sure what the office manager thought of me.  I am relieved that it is done.  I get a call from the agency asking me how it went.  I tell her the interview was good and she informs me the office manager was beyond pleased with me (which did really surprise me).   I get a call later that afternoon asking me if I can meet with the head doctor the next day for another interview.  I say I will move mountains to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was beyond impressed with the doctor who interviewed me.  She is sweet and accommodating yet has an air about her that you just have to respect.  She asked me thought provoking questions but nothing that was hard at all.  I felt comfortable.  I left there feeling like I was a definite candidate for the job but not as confident as Dave was that I had gotten the job.   He told me before I left for my interview the job was mine for the taking (he really can be a good cheerleader!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to work after my interview and it was like a whirlwind.  The agency calls me to see how I thought things went and asked if I was still interested.  I say yes and she says she will be in touch.  I don't expect to hear from her again that day.  About an hour or so later my cell phone rings again and its the agency.  I know now that I will have an answer and I begin to shake uncontrollably.  I can't talk at the moment so I have to call her back.  I do what I need to do but honestly I couldn't tell you what I did in the time between me hanging up with her and then calling her back.  She tells me she is officially offering me the job on behalf of the office of.....I am flabbergasted and don't know what to say besides "YES, YES, YES!!!"  I tell her I will go tell my office manager before she leaves for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give my immediate supervisor notice before I can even comprehend what I am doing.  I am still shaking and I am full of every emotion you can think of.  She tells me to tell the the office manager who actually calms my fear (somewhat) by telling me she's relieved because she is certain there are going to be more negative changes happening in the office and she fears she would have to let me go soon.  I had proposed to staying on a few Saturdays a month and to copy charts still which she says fine too.  She then tells me to go tell my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Dave,  my biggest cheerleader is the third to know I got the job.  He will tease me until the day I die about that but I know he knows I really had no choice.  When I got home from work that night he reminds me that he promised me just a few weeks before that everything would be okay.  I smile and tell him I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tuesday I start at my new office.  I go from dealing with pediatric patients and their parents to dealing with patients who are mainly older than me.  I will spend one week working at both jobs and it will be scary and sad and exciting all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long I will continue to work at SPA on a part time basis.  I wonder if I will fade away from there or will those hours fade because someone else needs them.  I wonder if I will forge the great friendships I that I made in my six years at SPA.  I wonder if those friendships will survive now that I'm not there as often as before.  I wonder how quickly I will feel comfortable at FPMG.  I wonder how my family life will improve when I'm not secretly waiting for the other shoe to drop.  I wonder how long it will take until we really see the financial difference in the steady hours not to mention the better pay I will be getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I don't doubt in all of this God.  The way this whole thing went down I can not equate it to anything else.  Why else would I have wrote up my resume the same day my hours were cut?  Why else would that have been the only job I truly wanted and then in the long run gotten?  Why else did I feel at ease (for the most part) during all three interviews when I hadn't been on an interview for 6.5 years?  I know that God was there the whole time answering my prayers to help keep my family afloat.  This is why I am certain this job was meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more changes that are in the works in our house in the burbs.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-1433489244402975985?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/1433489244402975985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=1433489244402975985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/1433489244402975985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/1433489244402975985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-for-changes.html' title='Time For Changes...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-1595205242544631294</id><published>2009-01-07T21:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:33:08.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Well Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SWVzXSAj0JI/AAAAAAAAAdI/TIpiTDy6wGA/s1600-h/100_2067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288760181224886418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SWVzXSAj0JI/AAAAAAAAAdI/TIpiTDy6wGA/s320/100_2067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning I woke up the boys and told them our final family Christmas party was cancelled. I let them know that Don (close older male friend) was in the hospital. Matthew immediately starts to cry and in my mom of the year fashion think that he's upset since he won't be getting the presents he's expecting. He says "I feel so sad for Don, Mommy!" I tell him that Don will be better soon and remind him how he was in the hospital and they made him feel better and now look at him. He smiles and I think the subject is closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We go down to the main level and he says he needs to get something out of the basement. I figured it was his DS since he just bought himself a new game thanks to Auntie Kathi and Aunt Cassandra. He comes up and hands me a piece of yellow construction paper. He made Don a Get Well Soon card. He did this completely unprompted. I told him we will definitely get it off to Don. (Notice that he signed it from Bay as well!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud of my boy!! Again though I will NOT be a contender for mom of the year in 2009...and to think I was in the running for all of 3 days this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-1595205242544631294?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/1595205242544631294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=1595205242544631294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/1595205242544631294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/1595205242544631294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2009/01/get-well-soon.html' title='Get Well Soon'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SWVzXSAj0JI/AAAAAAAAAdI/TIpiTDy6wGA/s72-c/100_2067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-2654861854509181735</id><published>2009-01-01T08:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:42:20.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>December Recapped In Bullets</title><content type='html'>I guess my new years resolution should be to be a better blogger but we all know how long we keep those resolutions to begin with so maybe not!  I will recap some of our highlights of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We took the boys and a friend each to Legoland Discovery Centre for their birthday.  It was really cool and all the boys had a blast.  Granted it wasn't as cool as Legoland in California but in the eyes of 7 &amp;amp; 8 year old boys it was awesome.  We then went out for dinner and each boy got to make their own pizza.  How cool is that?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went to the boys school for breakfast with Santa.  It was fun seeing all the kids eating breakfast together and also meeting the teachers' families as well.  We didn't win any raffles this year but I think the boys have forgotten about it by now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to my annual cookie/gift exchange with the gals from work and as always had a blast.  The woman I work with are incredible!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The boys sang two songs at the Christmas concert and looked so sweet singing their hearts out with their fellow classmates.  Unfortunately school was cancelled the next day which would have been their party but I think they have long forgotten.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had Dave's family over for a Christmas celebration.  It was not exactly what I had planned to begin with but we were all together and that's really all that matters.  Of course the boys were in awe of all their gifts from Uncle Ray and Auntie Vicki.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas Eve was amazing.  We went to the children's mass at church and it was awesome.  I have never been to a children's mass and I have to say I was impressed and can't wait to go again next year.  We then head to my brother-in-law and sister-in-law's house for our traditional Christmas Eve dinner.  The food as always was incredible as was the company.  We got to meet my youngest nephew's (he's 20) girlfriend.  She is a sweet girl.  The boys were showered with more gifts and then we came home to prepare for Santa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas Day.  Oh what a day it was.  The boys were amazed that Santa finally got them a Wii and that Grandma talked to Santa so she knew what accessories to get for it.  I'd like to say that dinner went off without a hitch but what is a holiday without drama right?  We had a small oven fire and although our house was extremely smokey no one was hurt.  The fire department wasn't called and our food all turned out.  All in all I would say it was a successful day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Years Eve Dave and I went out to dinner and then came home to watch two videos.  We quietly rang in the new year together.  I would like to wish you and your family a Happy New Year!  May 2009 bring you good health, happiness and love.  And for those of us still waiting for our children in China may it bring us all that much closer to bringing our babies home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-2654861854509181735?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/2654861854509181735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=2654861854509181735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/2654861854509181735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/2654861854509181735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2009/01/december-recapped-in-bullets.html' title='December Recapped In Bullets'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-162130229664685539</id><published>2008-12-13T08:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:38:05.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Crazy Begin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SUPItT7NIvI/AAAAAAAAAdA/3r0nIYxm4ns/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279283868976620274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SUPItT7NIvI/AAAAAAAAAdA/3r0nIYxm4ns/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the exact time in December when the craziness begins and doesn't stop until the first weekend in January. I know this is that same time for most people. We just have one other challenge that lends itself to the mix: The boys birthday!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday after we picked the kids up from school we headed to the mall to take the kids to see Santa. Bailey was impressed that Santa thanked him for the letter with the money! He knew it had to be the real Santa for sure then. After that we had dinner and more errands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we will be leaving shortly to go have breakfast at the kids' school. The kids will get to buy their presents for all of us and also have another visit with Santa! When we get home we await two of their friends for some birthday party fun! We are taking 4 boys to Legoland Discovery Centre to celebrate their birthday. They are soooooooooo excited! I will post pictures later this weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow we meet up with my sister and niece to get Grandma's Christmas present. The boys having seen their cousin in a while so it should be a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next week is so jammed packed I can't even put my head around it. Stay tuned for more details of how this week unfolds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoy the picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-162130229664685539?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/162130229664685539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=162130229664685539' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/162130229664685539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/162130229664685539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-crazy-begin.html' title='Let The Crazy Begin!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SUPItT7NIvI/AAAAAAAAAdA/3r0nIYxm4ns/s72-c/scan0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-2982259608304678309</id><published>2008-11-13T10:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:04:33.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Bailey was home sick with a sore throat. We were sitting on the couch and he was telling me he really wants a Wii for Christmas. He tells me that is all he wants and that maybe a few things in his stocking. I tell him he will have to tell Santa about it but I think that is a great idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later Matthew is skimming through the Target, Toys R Us and Walmart toy ads for the hundredth time. He is saying he wants this and that and so on. I told him that was a lot to be asking for. I told him that Santa had talked to me and said that things were going to be harder this Christmas. He just looked at me for a moment and went on to tell me all he wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A while later Bailey comes upstairs takes a piece of paper and tells me he is writing a letter to Santa. When he produced it to me asking me how we can send it I almost started to cry. For those of you who can't read Bailey's chicken scratch it says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dear Santa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want a Wii and a Wii controller. I know you are running low on money so here is a little money with this card. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;From,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bailey"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SRxdSxVPqoI/AAAAAAAAAUo/egwYKZQSKzc/s1600-h/100_1958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268188241178110594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SRxdSxVPqoI/AAAAAAAAAUo/egwYKZQSKzc/s320/100_1958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He attached $1.50 in a baggie. My little boy is so sweet and caring yet it breaks my heart that he has to be concerned with finances at almost 8. &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;My bff K says that Bailey has a great investment going on. If he gives Santa $1.50 and he gets a Wii he has made a huge profit. I got a great laugh out of that one and of course Bailey didn't get it (thank goodness). I have told Bailey that we have a few unused games that we will drop off at one of the toy drives to help Santa as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so blessed to have a boy like Bailey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-2982259608304678309?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/2982259608304678309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=2982259608304678309' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/2982259608304678309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/2982259608304678309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SRxdSxVPqoI/AAAAAAAAAUo/egwYKZQSKzc/s72-c/100_1958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-2684092854980931992</id><published>2008-11-02T18:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:52:10.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Activities, Visits With Old Friends &amp; Whatever Else I Decide To Post About</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-56.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782132400214&amp;amp;site=widget-56.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782132400214&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-56.slide.com/p1/216172782132400214/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782132400214&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-56.slide.com/p2/216172782132400214/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782132400214&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-56.slide.com/p4/216172782132400214/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Where do I begin? OK lets get Halloween out of the way. We had another great year of Halloween fun. Matthew is already talking about his costume for next year! We went trick-or-treating at the businesses in our town the weekend before Halloween. The kids had a blast and since the weather was fair I didn't complain. We were lucky that Grandma was able to come with us as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also lucky that Grandma took a half day on Halloween so she got to see the boys in their school parade and then got to go to their class parties. Grandma stayed behind to pass out candy while we went with the S family trick-or-treating. We also had our neighbors with us as well. As always the grown ups were worn out before the kiddos were. We then to keep up family tradition went trick-or-treating at Auntie Kathi's and Uncle Bob's house. We had a yummy dinner there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I mentioned in an earlier post how much I loved Facebook. Today I met up with Natalie (who I met up with before) and another good friend of ours Caty. It was soooo much fun talking to both of them and reminiscing about the things we did. We spent about 3+ hours at the restaurant just gabbing away. I swore I was gonna open those year books because I didn't remember some of the people they were talking about it. We had decided that we will meet up again in December and hopefully we can keep this up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We have done a lot of church activities as well lately. We had Oktober Fest at church two weeks ago. I have learned that Matthew is very protective of me. We were in the beer tent and the band was playing and some guy pulled me on the dance floor. We are dancing and the guy asks me if I think Dave will have a problem with us dancing. I tell him probably not. Next thing I know Matthew is giving this guy a dirty look and begins dancing between the two of us. He then pulls me away from the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dave about the question the guy asked and he says "Rather him dance than me." and then Matthew says "Mommy, you should have been dancing with Daddy." I told him Daddy didn't want to dance. He then says I should only dance with Daddy or Bailey or him. It was very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week the grandparents were invited to come to CCD with the students. The boys had fun showing Grandma what they are learning in class. They also preformed a song for the grandparents. After Mass we all had lunch at the church. Grandma was lucky enough to win a prize as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh yes my ladybug did a boo bag swap. I was lucky enough to get paired with my friend Karmen and boy did she spoil the boys and I. Diana even got a cow flashlight so she can find her way to Karmen in Wisconsin when she gets here. Thanks again Karmen! You really are a special friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-2684092854980931992?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/2684092854980931992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=2684092854980931992' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/2684092854980931992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/2684092854980931992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-activities-visits-with-old.html' title='Halloween Activities, Visits With Old Friends &amp; Whatever Else I Decide To Post About'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-4407867176360376565</id><published>2008-10-18T21:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:20:19.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Years &amp; Waiting.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SPqmH3ab9UI/AAAAAAAAAUM/trE08qRuZ-4/s1600-h/89-354%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258698168972604738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SPqmH3ab9UI/AAAAAAAAAUM/trE08qRuZ-4/s320/89-354%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The figurine we got to remind us of our baby girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Two years have now gone by since we were given our Log In Date. Two years and I really have no idea how much more time we have to wait. I do know that Diana is out there and she is meant for our family. I know that no matter how much longer it takes we will wait. I know that without a doubt our family is not complete yet. We are missing a little girl who possibly isn't even born yet. We will wait no matter how long it takes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; A good friend of mine just sent me a LID gift and in her card told me I am that much closer to Diana. I know she is right. The mug she sent said "Go confidently in the direction of your dreams." Henry David Thoreau. I thought that was great encouragement. Also she send a book of quotes about hopes and dreams. I thought this was a good one too:"Don't be afraid of the space between your dreams and reality. If you can dream it, you can make it so." Belva Davis. We dream about her all the time and she WILL be here and we will embrace her with all the love we have been saving for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Dave and I were out on our little anniversary weekend I found the cutest little figurine from the Charming Tails collection. We didn't buy it then but once we got home I got a great deal on it from eBay. It arrived today just a day after our LID. It is my little gift to myself to remind me that our dream is still alive and that we will hold tight until our little girl is placed in our arms.  Ironically enough there is a ladybug on the front of it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana~Mommy wishes she knew how much longer she had to wait to have you in her arms, but be assured that she will wait no matter how many tomorrows it takes for it to happen. Mommy and Daddy love you very much and can't wait for you to join our family. Your brothers already adore you and can't wait to play with you and protect you like only big brothers can. Hold tight my little one until Mommy and Daddy can come to you. We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-4407867176360376565?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/4407867176360376565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=4407867176360376565' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/4407867176360376565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/4407867176360376565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-years-waiting.html' title='Two Years &amp; Waiting.....'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SPqmH3ab9UI/AAAAAAAAAUM/trE08qRuZ-4/s72-c/89-354%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-5400218249608599751</id><published>2008-10-16T21:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:55:57.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fun &amp; 10 Years With My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-24.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782132198436&amp;amp;site=widget-24.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782132198436&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-24.slide.com/p1/216172782132198436/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782132198436&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-24.slide.com/p2/216172782132198436/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=216172782132198436&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-24.slide.com/p4/216172782132198436/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know me you know the fall is my favorite time of the year.  I love when it starts to get cool outside.  I love the the colors of the leaves on the trees.  Still after all these years I still love to crunch the dead leaves on the ground.  I love the way it sounds and how it makes me feel.  I love the fact that its Dave's favorite time of the year too.  Since getting together I can't remember a year that we haven't gone apple picking.  We used to take our nephews, now of course, we take the boys.  The boys get just as excited about it as we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fall was even more special since Dave and I celebrated our 10Th anniversary.  I still can't believe that we've been married 10 years!  I can give you every detail of the night he proposed and tell you most of the things we planned together for our wedding.  I can tell you that looking into his eyes as we both cried happy tears as we repeated our vows is still one of the most special memories I have ever experienced.  I remember dancing as husband and wife for the first time and I remember doing nothing but smiling all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years later he still makes me smile.  He still is the first person I run to tell things too.  He is my rock, and my anchor and beyond everything else he is my best friend.  What is funny is even though he is no longer the same man I married 10years ago he is so much better than that man.  I know he will change even more as time goes on and yet I know I will love him even more than I do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated our anniversary by spending an awesome weekend in Wisconsin at a fabulous B&amp;amp;B.  The food and inn keepers were great!  We went for a few drives to check out the colors, we went to a cave and we went to a play.  Most importantly we reconnected.  We laughed, we cried happy tears, we reminisced and fell deeper into love with each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning refreshed and relaxed we took the boys apple picking on Monday.  We picked a peck of apples.  The kids got to do the apple launcher, play in the play area and pet the animals.  We  snacked on apple cider slushies and of course apple cider doughnuts.  We did half of the corn maze and have come to the conclusion that the boys aren't quite ready for them yet.  Even they say it was their least favorite part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love weekends like this.  Enjoy the pictures.  I will try to scan a picture soon of Dave and I from our wedding until then enjoy the pictures from the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-5400218249608599751?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/5400218249608599751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=5400218249608599751' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/5400218249608599751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/5400218249608599751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-fun-10-years-with-my-best-friend.html' title='Fall Fun &amp; 10 Years With My Best Friend'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-2039181401005079353</id><published>2008-10-07T07:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:04:46.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If You've Ever Prayed...Please Do So Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SOteHu5qbfI/AAAAAAAAAUA/r2-WGYv1eLY/s1600-h/9b82%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254396877199797746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SOteHu5qbfI/AAAAAAAAAUA/r2-WGYv1eLY/s320/9b82%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please Please Please pray for a very special family I know. I met Carole on my favorite adoption boards. She, at that point was adopting Julia from China. Since then she has been home from China and just recently home from Ethiopia after picking up her sons Paul and Samuel. You can read more about her journey to the boys &lt;a href="http://www.paul-samuelphillipson.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I actually was lucky enough to meet Carole and her darling daughters this past spring along with another ladybug friend. If you feel you want to you can read about it &lt;a href="http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/04/ladybug-fun-and-other-surprises.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. We were suppose to meet up in a couple weeks again so that we could meet Paul and Samuel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carole's son Samuel (age 3 1/2) was in a horrible accident this past weekend. He is in the PICU at Children's Hospital Of Wisconsin in Milwaukee. Their family needs all the prayers they can get. I am asking if you have ever prayed, ever been compelled to pray that you do so now. &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/samuelphillipson"&gt;Here &lt;/a&gt;is a link for the website she has created to update everyone of his progress. If you are compelled to do so please leave a comment to let them know you are praying/thinking of/sending good thoughts to them. Carole is amazed by how many people are rallying with them for their little guy!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-2039181401005079353?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/2039181401005079353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=2039181401005079353' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/2039181401005079353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/2039181401005079353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-youve-ever-prayedplease-do-so-now.html' title='If You&apos;ve Ever Prayed...Please Do So Now!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SOteHu5qbfI/AAAAAAAAAUA/r2-WGYv1eLY/s72-c/9b82%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-3329107176145437809</id><published>2008-09-08T08:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T08:40:15.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friends &amp; Technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SMUq2UFnoDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/wPvTrgJAk28/s1600-h/100_1745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243644453736390706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SMUq2UFnoDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/wPvTrgJAk28/s320/100_1745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few months ago some of my ladybug friends were going on and on about &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; and were encouraging everyone else to join. I joined halfheartedly and thought nothing of it really. I have been amazed at how powerful it has really been for me since joining. I have caught up with some of my friends from high school by either just becoming their "friends" again or by sending messages. Others have fit back in my circle just like a pair of old jeans! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cassandra and I have actually known each other since grammar school. I tease her that she followed me to my high school (it was NOT our feeder school) since she is a couple years younger than me. It was actually in high school that we became really close. She and her family moved away and like any kids we tried to keep in touch but then lost touch. About 6 weeks ago she found me on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; and we have reconnected like there has been no distance between us. I am hoping that eventually I will get to West Virginia to meet up with her in person again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple weeks ago I became "friends" with Onaje who I went to school with. He and I got along really well in high school! Throughout the years he and one of my best friends Natalie dated off and on. The last time I had talked to Natalie her and Onaje were planning their wedding (as were Dave and I). Anyway I told Onaje to have Natalie email me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natalie joined &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; and by the end of that first day we had made plans to meet up! Yesterday despite our kids we talked and talked for over six hours! We could have talked even longer but her daughter and my boys had had it! It was so much fun to not only catch up with her but to know that we were again right there in each other's lives. I know that we will continue to talk and get together and again she is in my circle! We decided next time it will be just her and I and then eventually we will meet up with the husbands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to thank my ladybug friends for encouraging me to join &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;. It amazes me how technology has been able to link me with some people who I thought I would never hear from again! Technology really is a good thing. Actually Natalie and I were just laughing about us taking our computer class freshman year and saying how we didn't believe back then that computers would be as important as they kept telling us they would be. Who knew??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-3329107176145437809?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/3329107176145437809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=3329107176145437809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/3329107176145437809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/3329107176145437809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/09/old-friends-technology.html' title='Old Friends &amp; Technology'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SMUq2UFnoDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/wPvTrgJAk28/s72-c/100_1745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-4365305804942446693</id><published>2008-09-05T18:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:28:09.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interviews</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://tuiningatreasures.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janet&lt;/a&gt; did this interview with her kids and I loved it. Here are Bailey and Matthews answers. BTW be sure to check out Janet's blog. She is super sweet and her posts crack me up almost always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SMHNON7dgqI/AAAAAAAAATo/22dA0PO1oNs/s1600-h/100_1663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242697085376889506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SMHNON7dgqI/AAAAAAAAATo/22dA0PO1oNs/s320/100_1663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bailey's Answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. What is something your mom always says to you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. What makes mom happy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;when she tickles me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. What makes mom sad? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When she has to spank me and Matthew(they don't get spanked too often no need to contact family services...LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. How does your mom make you laugh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;when she tickles me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. What was your mom like as a child?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't know!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. How old is your mom? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Its 35, 36 or 37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. How tall is your mom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I think she's 5'5" (he's givin another inche yea!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. What is her favorite thing to do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;give us hugs and kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. What does your mom do when you're not around?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;go to work and shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. What is your mom really good at? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;going on the computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. What is your mom not very good at?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;running (how true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. What does your mom do for her job? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A person at the doctors office that gets the files and checks people in. (I am a receptionist at a pediatricians office.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. What is your mom's favorite food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sweet potatoes (not really)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. What makes you proud of your mom? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;her job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. What do you and your mom do together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;see movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. How are you and your mom different?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wear glasses she doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. How do you know your mom loves you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When see hugs and kisses me I know... and when she makes my bad dreams go away cuz sometimes I have bad bad dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SMHN5nAwThI/AAAAAAAAATw/duh0U2JLmRo/s1600-h/100_1648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SMHN5nAwThI/AAAAAAAAATw/duh0U2JLmRo/s320/100_1648.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242697830844354066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Matthew's answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. What is something your mom always says to you?M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chuchi Bobaluci (this is one of my many nicknames for him.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. What makes mom happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. What makes mom sad? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If me and bailey got lost. (Sad would be an understatement!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. How does your mom make you laugh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;by saying funny things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. What was your mom like as a child?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a good person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. How old is your mom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. How tall is your mom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 feet (I can't stand to lose any height kiddo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. What is her favorite thing to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;spend time with us (Couldn't have thought of a better answer myself!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. What does your mom do when you're not around?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;go to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. What is your mom really good at?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;playing on the computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. What is your mom not very good at?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singing, wait no, uhhh hmmmm playing the guitar (Honestly I'm not good at either!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. What does your mom do for her job?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;work at a doctors office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. What is your mom's favorite food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;her own cooking (NOT!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. What makes you proud of your mom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;by loving us (that makes me proud of him!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. What do you and your mom do together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;do fun stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. How are you and your mom different?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;becasue I'm a boy and my mom's a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. How do you know your mom loves you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because every night she gives us hugs and kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This was a lot of fun! Thanks boys! Mommy loves all your answers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-4365305804942446693?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/4365305804942446693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=4365305804942446693' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/4365305804942446693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/4365305804942446693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/09/interviews.html' title='Interviews'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SMHNON7dgqI/AAAAAAAAATo/22dA0PO1oNs/s72-c/100_1663.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-4172639551378448275</id><published>2008-08-20T20:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:33:47.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Graders!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SKzSaCNAxKI/AAAAAAAAATY/nY082sEgoZQ/s1600-h/100_1704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236791811434923170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SKzSaCNAxKI/AAAAAAAAATY/nY082sEgoZQ/s320/100_1704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bailey with his three teachers. The one in the middle is the sub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SKzSawTTNaI/AAAAAAAAATg/T-OLy1HRSk0/s1600-h/100_1705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236791823809328546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SKzSawTTNaI/AAAAAAAAATg/T-OLy1HRSk0/s320/100_1705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matthew with his new teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SKzSBf2hUNI/AAAAAAAAATQ/QIdLoF44nxE/s1600-h/100_1731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236791389896921298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SKzSBf2hUNI/AAAAAAAAATQ/QIdLoF44nxE/s320/100_1731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bailey outside our front door before school this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SKzRqVL4WKI/AAAAAAAAATI/vOvwVGXBDCo/s1600-h/100_1738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236790991896729762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SKzRqVL4WKI/AAAAAAAAATI/vOvwVGXBDCo/s320/100_1738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matthew outside our front door before school this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SKzRb_u84KI/AAAAAAAAATA/gicPn4ptk6A/s1600-h/100_1734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236790745620078754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SKzRb_u84KI/AAAAAAAAATA/gicPn4ptk6A/s320/100_1734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second graders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the first day of second grade! How does this keep happening every August? Its amazes me that my little boys are growing up so fast. Monday we dropped off their supplies and got to meet their teachers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bailey has two teachers this year. Some of the teachers at our school job share. Bailey will have one teacher on Mondays and Tuesdays and every other Wednesday. He will have the other teacher on Thursdays, Fridays and the other Wednesdays. His one teacher, although we met her on Monday will be on maternity leave until January. He will have another teacher who will be the sub. We met her as well. They all seemed really sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew's actual teacher is on maternity leave as well. I'm really not sure when she will be returning. We got to meet his sub and she is really nice. Matthew actually remembered her from her being a sub for his teacher last year. (Oh yeah and Matthew also lost another tooth on Monday night!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we went and had a little fun with the kids from the S family (see post below). I took the kids to a place that had bumper boats and also mini-golf. Poor Matthew got stuck on the bumper boat and couldn't steer it back to the dock. He was hysterical but we all tried to keep him calm until the guy was able to help him back. We then went to safer grounds and played glow in the dark mini golf. The kids had a blast. A last day of summer vacation wouldn't be complete without a trip to the ice cream shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today both boys woke up excited without me even having to wake them up! They ate their breakfast and got ready without any problems. They appeased me by taking their year pictures in front of the house. I then proceeded to forget my camera on the dryer instead of taking it to school for more pictures. I am sure secretly the boys are relieved I didn't have it with me. We got them in their lines and then they were off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon picking them up I learned that Matthew cried because he got scared of a wasp outside. In his words he had a "kinda a good day...kinda a bad day". Bailey had a great day and neither can wait to go back again tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to another great school year boys! Mommy knows you will do awesome!!&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/30783913-4172639551378448275?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/4172639551378448275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=4172639551378448275' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/4172639551378448275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/4172639551378448275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/08/second-graders.html' title='Second Graders!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SKzSaCNAxKI/AAAAAAAAATY/nY082sEgoZQ/s72-c/100_1704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-8277793385049472099</id><published>2008-08-15T19:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:18:18.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Special Friends of Ours</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-91.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782131821201&amp;amp;site=widget-91.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782131821201&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-91.slide.com/p1/216172782131821201/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782131821201&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-91.slide.com/p2/216172782131821201/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782131821201&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-91.slide.com/p4/216172782131821201/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take an opportunity to tell you about another special family we know. We met the S family when the boys were in kindergarten. Matthew and their youngest J were in class together. We then found out they only live about 2 blocks away in our subdivision. Since then the boys have played a lot together. I sometimes joke that J is my third son. The scary thing is he looks more like Bailey than Matthew does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also gotten to know the whole family even more and have actually been attending the same church as them. Through this we have gotten even closer. My friend D called me to see if I could keep an eye on J and their daughter K for a day. It was so fun having a girl in the house. K will be in 7Th grade next week. She is a delightful young lady and we had a good time scrap booking together while the boys played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were over I was showing K Diana's wish scrapbook. She was so interested in us adopting a baby and also was going on to say how special the book was and how Diana will treasure it. My heart was overcome with so much emotion from this young lady. I have learned that that wasn't the half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After K got home she created me the most beautiful note cards. They are have dragons, lanterns, pagodas, a fan and of course a ladybug! The pictures of these note cards will not do them justice. I am thinking of using them in one of Diana's scrapbooks rather than writing on them and sending them out. They are incredible and it made me feel so good that she thought so much about our journey in creating them. Thank you again K. You are a very special girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother D surprised me as well. She gave me a &lt;a href="http://www.amm.org/medal.asp"&gt;Miraculous Medal&lt;/a&gt;. She explained to me that while trying to get pregnant with J she found out about these medals and contacted a church (not sure this is the right one) and they sent her the medal. She says she got pregnant a month later and continued to wear it her whole pregnancy. After J was born she passed it on to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing this as I carry Diana in my heart and will continue to pray for a speed up. Also as D has requested I will give it to Diana once she gets here. I will tell her how her mommy wore it while she waited and about the special woman who got it for her. D-thank you so much for the special gift and of course the gift of your friendship! Both gifts are very special to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-8277793385049472099?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/8277793385049472099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=8277793385049472099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/8277793385049472099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/8277793385049472099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/08/very-special-friends-of-ours.html' title='Very Special Friends of Ours'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-8408279407264310375</id><published>2008-08-13T11:51:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:21:19.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Want To Be A Mommy &amp; Other Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SKULWuIsHZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/b6Rm8otQK7U/s1600-h/scan005001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234602626857573778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SKULWuIsHZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/b6Rm8otQK7U/s320/scan005001.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A picture of the four of us at the aquarium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SKUKQaGN-yI/AAAAAAAAASI/Gt3KvSCt-eM/s1600-h/scan004001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234601418887658274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SKUKQaGN-yI/AAAAAAAAASI/Gt3KvSCt-eM/s320/scan004001.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys having a hands free good time on a roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SKUJg0Aal-I/AAAAAAAAASA/XIRrXprZlH8/s1600-h/scan003001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234600601208920034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SKUJg0Aal-I/AAAAAAAAASA/XIRrXprZlH8/s320/scan003001.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys with Sponge Bob and Patrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SKT-EFM63cI/AAAAAAAAAR4/oafVyHAZBpc/s1600-h/scan002001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234588012980657602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SKT-EFM63cI/AAAAAAAAAR4/oafVyHAZBpc/s320/scan002001.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew as Obi Wan Konobi at the Star Wars exhibit on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SKT6rovFhCI/AAAAAAAAARw/-f2jIIEpPCM/s1600-h/scan001001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234584294487589922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SKT6rovFhCI/AAAAAAAAARw/-f2jIIEpPCM/s320/scan001001.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey as a Storm Trooper at the Star Wars exhibit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've been hearing and reading so much lately on adoption being a way to "save children". This could be read into on soooo many levels that I'm not going to go there. I am NOT adopting to save a child from the horrors of life in an orphanage I am NOT adopting to give a child a better life. I AM adopting because I want to be a mommy. Some of you may say "Well Lisa, you already are a mommy." This is true but I want to be a mommy to another child as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my boys to death and can not for one second picture what my like would be like without them in it. When I told Dave that I wanted another child he wasn't so keen on the idea. I let it sink in for a while. He still didn't go for it. We fought. Boy did we fight! Eventually he mellowed and agreed that having another child would be good for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As many of you know adoption was not our first thought. We tried to have another baby the "old fashioned way". It didn't happen and thus here we are.....waiting for Diana in China so we can be her mommy, daddy and big brothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will she be better off in my family? Will she do so much better here than had I NOT adopted her from an orphanage in China? I am sure she will but again everyone is better off in a loved filled environment where they are getting enough attention and nourishment both physically and emotionally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bigger question is will we be better off having her in our lives? I do believe that we will be. To have another child look up at me with their sweet eyes calling me "Mommy" will fulfill me in a way nothing else can. To hold the hand of a little one as I guide them and protect them is really all I have ever dreamed of. To love three children instead of two just makes my heart even more full no matter how she came into my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK now onto other topics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we live out the last week of summer we are preparing for second grade to start. Did I say that???? Are the boys really going into second grade? I'm afraid its true. We got the letters from their teachers this weekend and we have frantically called classmates seeing who is in who's classes. Its actually kinda fun! We will meet their teachers and drop off supplies on Monday. Stay tuned for pics of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the aquarium two weeks ago as a fun family thing to do before everyone gets into the hustle and bustle of school. We had a great time as always! We went to a minor league baseball game last week. We ate well and had lots of fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend my dad, his wife and my sister came in for the weekend. Saturday we got together with our whole family less one cousin and his family (we missed you guys) for dinner. It was great to reconnect with the family and just have a good time. Sunday it was just us with Dad, Melissa and Katie. We had good conversations and so much fun watching Katie play. Bailey was sooooooo good with her. He was extremely protective of her. It made me smile knowing what an awesome big brother he is going to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have &lt;em&gt;tons &lt;/em&gt;of Matthew stories bit will just share a few. When we were at the ball park he asked for peanuts and I reminded him that we had some at home so we had them for snack the next day(they were in the shells). He was sooooo cute he comes up to me and says "Mommy the peanuts taste great. There is nothing wrong with them but I think I want a different snack......they are FRUSTRATING me!" I was on the floor laughing and gave him his new request of yogurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also he found his Spider man costume that he wore when he was 3 and has been traipsing around the house in it for weeks! It fits him in the body but it looks like he is wearing Capri's in the legs!! He is happy though so all is good.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy some pics from our vacation that I never posted and also one of us at the aquarium!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-8408279407264310375?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/8408279407264310375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=8408279407264310375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/8408279407264310375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/8408279407264310375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-want-to-be-mommy-other-random.html' title='I Just Want To Be A Mommy &amp; Other Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SKULWuIsHZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/b6Rm8otQK7U/s72-c/scan005001.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-4729962914892620899</id><published>2008-07-15T18:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T19:53:52.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Threw In The Towel</title><content type='html'>Its been a rough two months in our household in the burbs. We have had a lot of drama and my heart has been racing most of the time. The economy, like most others, is kicking our butts. Dave has never made more money than he is right now and unfortunately we are not seeing it because he is putting so much more right back into his gas tank. See he drives his own car (SUV) to go to all of his stores. He gets paid for his mileage but trust me its no where near enough to make up for what he is putting into it. I on the other hand have lost hours at work and may stand to lose some more this fall. This is not FUN for any of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are thinking of trading in my van and getting Dave a more fuel efficient vehicle and I would take over his SUV since I don't drive nearly as much as he does. The jury is still out on this one though. The kicker is he needs a vehicle that gets decent mileage but he really can't drive a sedan because of his knees. Its hard to find crossover vehicles with decent gas mileage that we can afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been doing a lot of thinking about the whole adoption thing. When Dave and I started this process 2 1/2 years ago I never imagined in a million years that we would still be waiting for Diana with no sign of an end in sight. I have been wondering and worrying if we should even continue with the process. I worry about the age difference between the boys and Diana. I worry how I'm going to entertain two 8 year olds and a 1 year old at the same time. I worry that the boys are going to resent Diana when we can't do everything they want because she's too little. I worry about traveling with a little one again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I willing to trade in my freedom? Right now the boys are pretty self sufficient. They play on their own. They feed themselves. They can get their own snacks. Sometimes they even make their own breakfasts and lunches. They don't rely on me for EVERYTHING anymore. Rarely do they wake up in the middle of the night. They are even now beginning to sleep in (even past 8am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I even begin to imagine changing diapers again? Waking up in the middle of the night? Having to feed a one year old again? Planning my days around naps and bedtimes again? Am I ready to quit my job (how few hours it may be) to be home with a child who's not ready for daycare? Am I ready for car seats, cribs, and high chairs again? Am I ready to completely change our family dynamics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the horrible thoughts I have been having for over six weeks now. What is so scary is they were beginning to consume my insides. I was there for Dave and the boys and we really did have fun on vacation but these thoughts have been gnawing on me every time there is a quiet moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been on my favorite adoption board lately because I just couldn't even pretend to be positive. I also didn't want to admit defeat because truthfully I wanted to wallow in my own little pity party that NO ONE not even Dave knew I was having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped participating in monthly swaps for two reasons. The obvious reason is financial but the other was because I was wondering what would I do with all the stuff I have accumulated in the last 2 1/2 years. I really did wonder what Dave was going to say about all the "wasted" money of all the things I have bought for the arrival of Diana and then for all the swaps if I said I wanted to end the quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have quietly racked my brain for weeks about what to tell Dave. I wondered what the boys would think about not getting a sister after all. I dreaded telling all our family and friends. I think what bothered me the most is that so many of them don't understand this process and so they would just think we had been taken for a ride all along anyway. Of course those of you who are waiting with us know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Dave and I were driving to church and again the thoughts were racing. I had actually thought of telling him about my feelings after church. We were in church and as always after communion I begin to pray. I always thank God for Dave, the boys my friends and family. I ask him to continue to guide me and help point me in the right direction. As always I prayed for Diana. I asked God to watch over her no matter if she was born yet or not. As I prayed those words my heart was overcome with such peace. I felt as if God was reassuring me that this is what we are suppose to be doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At breakfast (the boys had spent the night at a neighbors so weren't with us). I finally told Dave all that I was thinking and feeling. I told him that I had planned on telling him I was ready to give up. I told him that I couldn't though. I was reminded again at church just how real Diana is to me. She is as real to me as the boys were the second I found out I was pregnant. I AM pregnant! I AM expecting a baby! I realize that this pregnancy is probably the longest gestation known in any animal kingdom but it is one I am willing to endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know us, or know other people who are enduring this horrible wait. Accept that we are indeed pregnant just like people who are physically expecting a child. Just because you can't see our bellies bulge from growing a baby (Mine is bulging from over eating thank you very much!) doesn't mean we don't feel the same about our child. Ask us about the wait and actually listen to what we have to say. I don't expect you to totally get the process because I don't and I'm going through it...but do realize that China is not out for our money and now they are going to stiff us. China will not really see much of our money until we actually get our referral(and that's not a whole lot of money then either if you think about it all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back to myself and willing to fight the fight with the rest of my waiting friends. I am ready to encourage my friends again and cheer them on as they get their referrals and bring home their babies. I am ready to give my family 100% again and to savor them like they deserve. I am ready to live my life as is until its time to turn my life upside down. The rewards I am sure will surpass any feelings of "losing out" when I am chasing a little girl who relies on me....even if she does wake me up before 7am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-4729962914892620899?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/4729962914892620899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=4729962914892620899' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/4729962914892620899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/4729962914892620899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/07/almost-threw-in-towel.html' title='Almost Threw In The Towel'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-3105275272284609352</id><published>2008-07-11T19:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:38:15.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-c6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2738188573444742598&amp;amp;site=widget-c6.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573444742598&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c6.slide.com/p1/2738188573444742598/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573444742598&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c6.slide.com/p2/2738188573444742598/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2738188573444742598&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c6.slide.com/p4/2738188573444742598/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooooo with the economy being what it is we will not being going back to Disney World as we thought we would be this fall. We decided to go simple this year and drove to Minnesota to the Mall of America. Why do you ask would a woman take her husband and two boys to the mall??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was cheaper than Disney World.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We could drive there in less than a day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;They boasted tons of family activities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could shop while they played (wishful thinking on that part).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We got a heck of a great package!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We left on a Tuesday morning and got there by lunchtime. The boys were great in the car. I was beyond impressed! We got there by lunchtime, ate lunch and checked into our hotel. The boys were impressed by the pool and Dave and I were impressed with the room. After settling in we swam in the pool and then headed over to the mall. We walked around a little and then someone gave us some tickets for the rides. The boys and I rode a roller coaster and the boys were ready for more. We reminded them that we would be spending a day there so not to worry. We had dinner, shopped some more and then went and crashed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So my package included:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our hotel stay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;All day passes for one day at the amusement park in the mall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Admission to the aquarium in the mall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Admission and parking to the Minnesota Zoo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tickets to the IMax theatre.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Admission to the Science Museum.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coupons to various restaurants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a catch though. You had to use this all in 3 days. This wasn't a problem at all. We did the aquarium the same day we did the amusement park. It was our "break" from the rides. The theatre was located at the zoo so we did both of those together. The cool thing was that everything but the zoo was indoors so we really only needed one good weather day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We really had a great time and would consider doing the whole thing again another time. I did not do any real mall damage since Big Brother (ie Dave) was watching everything I picked up. Driving home we did get caught in every storm there was...but we made it safe and sound. The boys are still talking about it so that says a lot. Now to figure out an inexpensive way to spend a few days away from home (and the boys) for our 10Th anniversary!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-3105275272284609352?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/3105275272284609352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=3105275272284609352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/3105275272284609352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/3105275272284609352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacation-2008.html' title='Vacation 2008'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-2456386476510223001</id><published>2008-06-22T22:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:03:34.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If Your Life Was A Movie</title><content type='html'>OK so its been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WAAAAAY&lt;/span&gt; too long since I've posted anything on here.  I was checking in on my blogging buddies when I saw that &lt;a href="http://www.john-jess-emma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt; had recently tagged me.  This one looks good so here goes nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?Here's how it works:&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your library (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt;, Media Player, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;, etc)&lt;br /&gt;2. Put it on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;3. Press play&lt;br /&gt;4. For every question, type the song that's playing&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool...&lt;br /&gt;7. Include commentary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Credits: What About Now by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Daughtry&lt;/span&gt;.  I love Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Daughtry&lt;/span&gt; and this song.  I guess it would be somewhat appropriate to be the opening credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking Up: Rocking Roll Dreams Come True by Meatloaf.  This is quite funny because as much as I love Meatloaf I don't think this is one of my favorites nor would I want to wake up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day At School: Centerfold by J. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Geils&lt;/span&gt; Band.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so this was a big hit in the 80's and I downloaded Dave's Totally 80's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; when I got my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;.  I can not in the least bit think this is even remotely appropriate for any part of my life....but is is suppose to be funny right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling In Love: Keep The Faith by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jovi&lt;/span&gt;.  Nope not exactly a song I would put together with falling in love.  Again I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jovi&lt;/span&gt; but not really this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight Song: Because Of You by Rebe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;McEntire&lt;/span&gt; and Kelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;.  Not exactly a fighting kind of song but one of my favorite songs for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Up: Living On A Prayer by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jovi&lt;/span&gt;.  I LOVE LOVE LOVE this song.  I think the lyrics of this song have more of a statement of staying together but that's what makes this thing so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom: Stronger Woman by Jewel.  This is one of my newer favorite songs!  I think its probably good for me with reference to the prom because had I been a stronger woman then I would have waited to be asked to the prom instead of asking the guy I went with.  I am certain I would have had a better time but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;: In And Out Of Love by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Jovi&lt;/span&gt;.  Can my library please find something other than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Jovi&lt;/span&gt;???  This is not one of my favorite songs but it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental Breakdown:  Tough Little Boys by Gary Allen.  This cracks me up because one of my greatest mental breakdowns was when the boys started kindergarten.  One of the lines in the song says "Your first day of school, I cried like a fool, and I followed your school bus to town."  I was hysterical as I watched my little boys walk into the school for the first time on their own.  So in that regard it is extremely appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving: Breakdown  by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Daughtry&lt;/span&gt;.  I can listen to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Daughtry&lt;/span&gt; any time of the day and its definitely good driving music.  This  song should have been in the last category but the last song was good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback: Always by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Jovi&lt;/span&gt; (of course).  This actually is a good on for this category considering the lyrics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting Back Together: Tainted Love by Soft Cell.  Another classic 80's song.  I think this should have been the break up song and the break up song should have been this one but I'm playing by the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding: Standing Out In A Crowd by Trisha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Yearwood&lt;/span&gt;.  Yep I guess Dave and I were standing out in a crowd on our wedding day.  I love Trisha and also this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth Of Child: Friends In Low Places by Garth Brooks.  Not exactly the song I think of when I think of the day Bailey and Matthew were born.  It is a fun song though!  Gotta love Garth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Battle:  Heads Carolina, Tails California by Jo Dee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Messina&lt;/span&gt;.  Actually I think of the boys deciding who gets to do what they want when any coin is flipped.  This is so a battle is avoided though.  I love Jo Dee though and this song actually reminds me of the three months I stayed with my dad and step-mom in Vegas for three months when I was trying to escape the reality of a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Scene: Sweet Love by Trisha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Yearwood&lt;/span&gt;.  Not exactly the song that I think of when I think of dying but a good song none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral Song:  You Give Love A Bad Name by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Jovi&lt;/span&gt;.  OK I can't believe even in my wildest dreams this would be played at my funeral.  I love the song but not for my funeral!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Credits:  Baby Don't You Let Go by Trisha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Yearwood&lt;/span&gt;.  This is actually a fun song so I think its a good one for the end of my movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to tag someone.  Actually I will leave it up to you.  If you feel the urge to do this fun assignment leave me a comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-2456386476510223001?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/2456386476510223001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=2456386476510223001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/2456386476510223001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/2456386476510223001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-your-life-was-movie.html' title='If Your Life Was A Movie'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-1603305469654125709</id><published>2008-05-03T21:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:36:15.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye Papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SB0hEEzAjNI/AAAAAAAAARo/ISxUY7u7XtM/s1600-h/467414414%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196345898946301138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SB0hEEzAjNI/AAAAAAAAARo/ISxUY7u7XtM/s320/467414414%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday morning I received the call I knew was coming. My grandfather had died. It was so sad to hear my mom tell me those words. It was sad knowing my only living grandparent was no longer here. It was sad to know that my mom had lost her dad. It was sad to know that Diana would never meet her great grandfather. I cried off and on as I drove to be with my mom and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day Wednesday and Thursday we prepared. We made memorial arrangements. We looked through pictures. We shopped for things and ran errands. It was the first time in many years I actually spent the night at my mom's house. I needed to be there for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we had the memorial. It was short and simple. A few memories shared, pictures looked at, hugs to all of us. My grandfather will be long remembered and loved. He was a special man and a very special part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful we knew he was dying. I am grateful I got to see him two more times before he left us. I got to tell him I loved him a few more times and heard him tell me that he loved me. I got to tell him Bailey has two girlfriends and in typical Papa fashion he thought that Bailey was a "stud". It will be a memory I will not soon forget. He also yelled at me one more time but again it just proves he was still "with it" until the end. I got to rub his arms for him and also his legs. He broke my heart one more time but I understand that he didn't mean to. He was a special man and one I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were looking through pictures it was amazing how active he was in our lives. He was at both mine and my sister's graduations for both grammar school and also high school. He got to see all three of his great grandchildren soon after they were born. You can see the love he had for them in all of these pictures. My mom stated to the minister that he was a stern father to her. I did see that as her daughter but I also saw that all bets were off with his grandchildren and his great grandchildren. He loved us with wild abandon. We loved him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa-I will never forget you and will never stop loving you! Goodbye sweet man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-1603305469654125709?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/1603305469654125709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=1603305469654125709' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/1603305469654125709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/1603305469654125709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-bye-papa.html' title='Good-bye Papa'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SB0hEEzAjNI/AAAAAAAAARo/ISxUY7u7XtM/s72-c/467414414%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-8507084323811446368</id><published>2008-04-29T20:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:09:14.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladybug Fun And Other Surprises!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SBfUE0zAjJI/AAAAAAAAARI/DzLGeukrZqk/s1600-h/20155168313_0_BG%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194853874552310930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SBfUE0zAjJI/AAAAAAAAARI/DzLGeukrZqk/s320/20155168313_0_BG%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Karmen, Lisa &amp;amp; Carole (in the back) Mary &amp;amp; Julia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SBfUFEzAjKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/_QQUcuFHGO0/s1600-h/three%2520ladybugs%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194853878847278242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SBfUFEzAjKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/_QQUcuFHGO0/s320/three%2520ladybugs%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ladybug Friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SBfUFkzAjLI/AAAAAAAAARY/QGGM6IlOdfo/s1600-h/100_1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194853887437212850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SBfUFkzAjLI/AAAAAAAAARY/QGGM6IlOdfo/s320/100_1419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;From Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SBfUF0zAjMI/AAAAAAAAARg/KGtiWrFjmxk/s1600-h/100_1420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194853891732180162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SBfUF0zAjMI/AAAAAAAAARg/KGtiWrFjmxk/s320/100_1420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sweet bows from Pam&lt;/span&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 ABSOLUTELY love my ladybug group! The woman of that group are phenomenal! I hope that one day I will be able to meet each and every one of them! This weekend I was lucky enough to meet up with Karmen again and to finally meet another ladybug Carole! I met Karmen in the fall when her and her husband Greg sang at a neighboring church. They are extremely sweet people. When we met then we talked about going baby shopping in the future. Carole was picking up her sweet daughter Julia when I met Karmen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally made plans to meet and what a great day it was. I have been so stressed lately and this was exactly what I needed. Karmen and Carole along with Carole's sweet daughters Mary and Julia met me at the mall for some shopping. We had such a great time actually talking face to face rather than over a computer. I don't think there was one quiet moment the whole day. After shopping we went to lunch and I was impressed by how good Carole's girls were. We talked forever and the girls just colored and kept themselves busy. Very impressive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have vowed to get together again soon and spend more time together! I knew before how special these woman are but now I am just blown away by them. Carole is proof that there will be a happy ending and Karmen who has endured so much these past few years is just an inspiration to me! I don't think she realizes how special I think she is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us ladybugs had a fun Spring Bling Swap. We were to get hair bows or caps. Pam had me (again ;-)). She got Diana the sweetest bow with her name on it plus two smaller bows. I can't wait to see Diana wearing her "bling". Thank you again Pam for your generosity and your friendship!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in another swap from another group and Jennifer got Diana two cute rompers and a beautiful jewelry box! She composed a poem that brought happy tears to my eyes. I have been so lucky to have been a part of some great activities as we continue to wait for our daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-8507084323811446368?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/8507084323811446368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=8507084323811446368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/8507084323811446368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/8507084323811446368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/04/ladybug-fun-and-other-surprises.html' title='Ladybug Fun And Other Surprises!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/SBfUE0zAjJI/AAAAAAAAARI/DzLGeukrZqk/s72-c/20155168313_0_BG%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-7554373602080202665</id><published>2008-04-17T21:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T18:12:31.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Months Down....Who Knows How Many More...</title><content type='html'>I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;originally&lt;/span&gt; started this post on our 18 month &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LIDaversary&lt;/span&gt; and couldn't muster up enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;enthusiasm&lt;/span&gt; to actually write anything good or bad. 18 months of not knowing is tough. Its even tougher knowing I have no idea how many months I have left to wait. For whatever reason I believe that 2009 is our year. I won't begin to guess as to when but something tells me it will happen in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe that things will change after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Olympics&lt;/span&gt;. I want to believe that there will be a speed up. I want to believe that after the spotlight is off China they will start to refer these children at a quicker pace. I am not living in a fantasy world that it will speed up and we will have Diana before the end of the year. I just hope it will become a little more predictable. There are 281 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LIDs&lt;/span&gt; between the last LID &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;referred&lt;/span&gt; and our LID. I just want to have SOME idea as to how much longer we will wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we took the boys to Disney in 2006 we thought it would be the last "big" vacation before we got Diana and had to start making little trips again.  We then went to San Antonio last year.  Again hoping it would be the "last trip" as a family of 4.  We are now planning a mini getaway for Dave and I this summer and then our "last trip" to Disney (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shhh&lt;/span&gt; don't tell the boys yet) this fall to celebrate our 1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;oth&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary.  I hope and pray the only real trip we will be making in 2009 will be to China go get Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will wait no matter how long it takes but there are days I wonder if it really will happen.  I am an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;optimistic&lt;/span&gt; person by nature but how long can a person stay positive without any positive feedback?  I just continue to hope and pray for my little girl who I already love so much.  I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why this is so hard.  We already love her and just want her home.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-7554373602080202665?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/7554373602080202665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=7554373602080202665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/7554373602080202665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/7554373602080202665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/04/18-months-downwho-knows-how-many-more.html' title='18 Months Down....Who Knows How Many More...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-6611747034253553401</id><published>2008-03-12T21:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T22:02:04.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Club!</title><content type='html'>I belong to a very special club that started in full force last winter. Its called Girls Club (original I know). It started after my great friend K had surgery last February. What started as two friends just hanging out one keeping the other company while she recuperated has become one of my favorite clubs. You see, K and I always find a way to incorporate good food in our hang out sessions. We laugh because while our husbands are at work making money we are out eating and sometimes even known to shop as well (hee hee). When P would go to work he wouldn't ask K if I was coming over he would ask where we were eating...LOL. Dave has joined us once or twice since he works closer to us. Occasionally we let him in but then its no longer Girls Club for the time he's around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway K &amp; P got her referral a while ago and we were beyond thrilled for them. No one deserved to be parents more than K and P in my opinion! We celebrated on and on until they left for China. I was honored to be the chauffeur on the ride back from the airport. Seeing H for the first time with K &amp; P brought happy tears to my face. K was finally a mommy! K &amp; P muddled through their first week home and I see more and more ease in my friend's attitude as she gets the hang of this parenting thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a very special moment in Girls Club history. We inducted a new member into our little group. Our twosome has turned to a threesome! H has joined the ranks! K was so sweet when we were out to lunch yesterday. She told H she was now an official member of a very special club. It took all I had to fight back the tears as she told this to H. She then put me almost over the edge when she told H that there would be four of us once Diana joins us. I then told H she will have to teach Diana all about the fun times that are had in Girls Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;K-I know you don't do mushy well but you really proved to me (yet again) how wonderful of a friend you are yesterday. Thank you for being one of my closest friends and being co-founder of our very special club!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-6611747034253553401?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/6611747034253553401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=6611747034253553401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/6611747034253553401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/6611747034253553401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/03/girls-club.html' title='Girls Club!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-3850886271867325863</id><published>2008-03-12T17:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:09:26.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Post On Swaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-5b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782129803867&amp;amp;site=widget-5b.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782129803867&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5b.slide.com/p1/216172782129803867/bb_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782129803867&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5b.slide.com/p2/216172782129803867/bb_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have participated in three swaps this year with my WWF 2006 group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was a PJ swap and I got the sweetest handmade Pjs from Gayla in Texas. Her mother made them for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second swap was a Year of the Rat swap. We were to give gifts either Chinese New Year related or rat/mouse related. Anik from Canada got Diana a very cute mouse outfit, a mouse sippy cup and a Chinese New Year story book. She got me beautiful Chinese New Year Stamps from Canada that I plan on having framed. She got the boys light up Mickey Mouse lollipops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third swap was a Spring Fever swap. Di and David from California got Diana a cute book and a ladybug toy. Di made the cutest little bunny shirt and skirt for Diana. I can't wait to see her in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all the wonderful people who got Diana such cute things. These swaps make the wait so much more bearable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-3850886271867325863?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/3850886271867325863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=3850886271867325863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/3850886271867325863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/3850886271867325863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/03/belated-post-on-swaps.html' title='Belated Post On Swaps'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-3527111201748494691</id><published>2008-03-08T20:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T21:08:02.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since I've been tagged and my friend Jess has tagged me. Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick the nearest book that has 123 pages.&lt;br /&gt;2. Open the book to page 123.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence.&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the next 3 sentences.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book I choose was:Snow Flower and the Secret Fan by Lisa See. One of my favorite books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5Th sentence on page 123:"She searched the county, traveling far outside her usual matchmaking territory until she heard about you from the diviner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 3 sentences: "Once she met you, she decided to hitch my fate to yours." "I don't understand" Snow Flower smiled ruefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have to tag five people: Ruth, Laura, Karmen, Kym and Michelle one of my newer readers. Have fun everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me a comment once you've completed your assignment =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-3527111201748494691?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/3527111201748494691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=3527111201748494691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/3527111201748494691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/3527111201748494691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-2921710837521436048</id><published>2008-02-27T22:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T07:17:08.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This Country Girl A Closet Rocker???</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v_amOYw2p10&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v_amOYw2p10&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know me well you know I LOVE my country music. I love the stories that are told in country songs. I like the sincerity you hear in their voices. So what is a country girl doing at a Daughtry/Bon Jovi concert you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you REALLY know me you will know I have not always been a country girl. You also know I grew up in the 80s. You also KNOW how much I LOVE American Idol! You also know that I was and still am a huge Chris Daughtry fan! Oh yeah and you would know that I LOVE Bon Jovi. BTW Bon Jovi released a song You Can't Go Home with country artist Jennifer Nettles about a year ago. It was a big hit on the country charts as well as the rock charts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway Dave and I got the tickets before Christmas and have been waiting for this day ever since. Let me tell you we were NOT disappointed! The concert was incredible! Daughtry performed for 45 minutes and will be headlining his own concerts before you know it (in my opinion). I was disappointed though because someone told me that Daughtry sings a Bon Jovi song and he comes out and sings it with him. That did not happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Jovi gets on stage and let me tell you...the man still has it!!! He is a born entertainer if I have ever seen one! He sang non-stop for 2.5 hours. It was awesome!!! As we were walking to the parking lot I heard a woman talking to her daughter describing him as a little boy who got his wish granted to be a rock star. He was so much fun to watch and you could see he really was enjoying what he was doing. I will say it was the BEST concert I have ever been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah let me tell you my favorite moment of the entire show. The band starts the music for Blaze Of Glory and out walks Chris Daughtry. They sang the song together and I am telling you they NEED to record that song together! It was out of this world! I have included the YouTube video I found from the concert. The beginning of the video is the end of Bed Of Roses but then the song starts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe this country girl has many other music interests after all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-2921710837521436048?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/2921710837521436048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=2921710837521436048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/2921710837521436048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/2921710837521436048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-this-country-girl-closet-rocker.html' title='Is This Country Girl A Closet Rocker???'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-5286461230030745999</id><published>2008-02-27T21:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:24:32.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bailey Gets An Award</title><content type='html'>At the boys' school they practice Character Counts.  Each month a grade presents a new pillar and the children are encouraged to practice/live out that pillar.  The following month the teachers present awards to the children who display that trait.  The pillar for February was trustworthiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a note from Bailey's teacher telling us that she had chosen him to receive the award from their class.  One other classmate received it as well.  We were invited to attend the assembly so we could see our little boy be presented his award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the 1st grade teachers were at a meeting so they had subs passing them out.  Fortunately the PE teacher was Bailey's sub.  My family adores Mrs. G!  When she called Bailey's name his whole body lit up.  I think he floated to the front of the gym.  The principal said Bailey should have gotten the award for the most excited 1st grader to receive the award.  It was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey~congrats on getting such an important award.  We love knowing that your teachers know they can trust you.  We love you so much Beetle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Will post pictures tomorrow.  I thought I had them downloaded already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-5286461230030745999?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/5286461230030745999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=5286461230030745999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/5286461230030745999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/5286461230030745999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/02/bailey-gets-award.html' title='Bailey Gets An Award'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-1870157025719734058</id><published>2008-02-18T20:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:13:32.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew Has Entered A New Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/R7pIrAKZb-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/SYXZ-WGKsiM/s1600-h/100_1246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168523425976250338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/R7pIrAKZb-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/SYXZ-WGKsiM/s320/100_1246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The day we first noticed his loose tooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168523438861152242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/R7pIrwKZb_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/mFOqVvHkQVo/s320/100_1275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Look at that toothless grin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At long last Matthew has entered the club that he has longed to be in for well over a year. He has finally lost his first tooth! He noticed his tooth was loose a few weeks ago but it was just barely loose. Yesterday I was able to pull it a little bit until he felt the blood. It was just dangling tonight so one quick pull and it was out. He excitedly looked in the mirror and then proudly put his tooth in its pouch and will anxiously await the visit of the Tooth Fairy. His brother has already told him how special it is when you lose your first tooth and the Tooth Fairy will pay you $5.00 for your first tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't wait to get to school tomorrow to show his toothless grin to his teacher and friends. Way to go Matthew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-1870157025719734058?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/1870157025719734058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=1870157025719734058' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/1870157025719734058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/1870157025719734058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/02/matthew-has-entered-new-club.html' title='Matthew Has Entered A New Club'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/R7pIrAKZb-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/SYXZ-WGKsiM/s72-c/100_1246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-7559925461561345910</id><published>2008-02-08T20:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T20:56:31.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have To Share</title><content type='html'>First I'm sure you're probably thinking two posts in one week???  Has Lisa finally decided to come back to bloggyville and post more often?  Don't give me too much credit just yet.  Lets see if I can just become more consistant again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on to the purpose of this post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to work today because Matthew was sick.  He was soooo disappointed because today was the 100th day of school and they got to share a special snack that everyone contributed 100 pieces of something to.  He was WAY too sick to go though.  He has a very nasty gastro bug.  I haven't seen my baby this sick since he ended up getting his apendix out when he was 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally this afternoon/evening he is starting to feel a little better.  He hasn't vomited since 2 o'clock this afternoon.  I have finally gave in and he has had a few ounces of gaterade.  He still can't have the oranges he is begging for.  I also got him to eat a few graham crackers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is asleep on the couch and sits straight up and I thought he whimpered that he had to vomit again.  So I ask him what he said.  He says "Tomato soup, tomatoes and apples." and lays back down and falls back to sleep.  I was hysterical.  My poor baby must be dreaming of food.  Hoping he feels better tomorrow.... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-7559925461561345910?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/7559925461561345910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=7559925461561345910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/7559925461561345910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/7559925461561345910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/02/have-to-share.html' title='Have To Share'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-5842121659400652304</id><published>2008-01-02T09:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:03:30.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Note: I started writing this on Jan 2nd....well better late than never.  I will try to be a better blogger again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that 2007 is over and 2008 has begun I thought I would reflect back on the year that just passed.....It amazes me how quickly time flies by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of the year brought new hope and hope that we would see our little girl's face for the first time. As you all know this did not happen but we hold on and still embrace that hope. We believe that we will see Diana's face someday and we just have to be patient in waiting. We are willing to wait no matter how long it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched my boys grow from little kindergartners to big 1st graders. They never cease to amaze me. Matthew is such a great reader, has the most creative imagination and can draw like you wouldn't believe. He has matured so much this past year and I am so honored that I am his mommy. He is a sensitive boy who hates to see his family hurt or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey is a little boy who surprises me with his love of numbers. He definately did not get that from me. He loves to build with his legos and also to play with his friends. He prefers to play with others than by himself. He is always up for a good board game.....and of course he is my little cuddler.....If given the choice he will cuddle next to me any time....I know this will change in a blink of an eye but for now I am loving it. He has grown so much more confident this past school year and I can't wait to see him blossom even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many memories have been made in 2007 and already a few in 2008. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looks like this will be the year that Matthew loses his first tooth.  Its been wiggling for two weeks now.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The boys had their first true sleepover just last week.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We celebrated Dave's 40th birthday with gusto.  Dinner with our closest friends and then dinner out with the boys on Daddy's "real" birhtday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We will welcome Baby H into our lives in just a few weeks when she comes home from China.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know 2008 is not our year to bring Diana home but everyday we are a day closer.   Although I can't wait for the "wait" to be a distant memory I need to cherish every day I have to make memories with my family.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-5842121659400652304?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/5842121659400652304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=5842121659400652304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/5842121659400652304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/5842121659400652304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2008/01/reflections.html' title='Reflections....'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-7919788417226338792</id><published>2007-12-19T19:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T22:00:44.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of Review......Finally!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CCAA&lt;/span&gt; has finished the review of the adoption application documents registered with our office before October 31, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CCAA&lt;/span&gt; has finished the placement of children for the families whose adoption application documents were registered with our office before December 14, 2005."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the news that my friend &lt;a href="http://www.askews7.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pam&lt;/a&gt; emailed one of my groups before I went to bed last night. I was so happy when she posted this. Basically this means that China (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CCAA&lt;/span&gt;) has looked over our adoption paperwork and has FINALLY cleared us to adopt. I know some of you are thinking "Hey, I thought you were already approved!?!" The way this adoption thing works is this....you submit your documents to your adoption agency and then hopefully they look them over with a fine tooth comb. Once they approve your paperwork they send it to China. Eventually people at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CCAA&lt;/span&gt; go through your papers again with a fine tooth comb. Sometimes people are questioned and asked to give more information. Once the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CCAA&lt;/span&gt; has reviewed all files for your month they will update their site stating so. We were never questioned. This is a big sigh of relieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not mean however that will will find out who Diana is anytime soon. As of the beginning of Dec they had just given referrals to people who had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LIDs&lt;/span&gt; up until 12/14/05 (Congrats &lt;a href="http://isoinsanity.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt;!) There is a major backlog and no telling if there will be a speed up anytime soon. I will not even attempt to guess when we will get our referral. For right now I am content with being out of review and knowing that my friend &lt;a href="http://isoinsanity.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt; will be meeting her little girl in the very near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana~Mommy loves you so much and can't wait to meet you. We have just found out that we are a step closer in the process. Although we know nothing about you, you are always in our hearts and on our minds. Hold tight baby girl we will continue to wait for you no matter how long it takes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-7919788417226338792?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/7919788417226338792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=7919788417226338792' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/7919788417226338792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/7919788417226338792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/12/out-of-reciewfinally.html' title='Out Of Review......Finally!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-308496071509944126</id><published>2007-12-17T07:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T15:01:43.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Years Ago Today.....</title><content type='html'>I was officially inducted into a very special club. I was given the membership that I had always dreamed of. I became a mommy for the first time! I became the mommy of two of the cutest, most sweetest little baby boys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! Where have the past seven years gone? I can remember holding each of my boys for the first time individually and then together as if it were just yesterday. Today they are typical 7 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;. Their energy tires me! They love school. They love Cub Scouts. They love their family and just love to have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey was born first and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; has all the classifications of a first born. He is responsible, caring and loving. He loves to be with his Mommy and Daddy! He loves to play board games (Trouble is his favorite). He loves to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gameboy&lt;/span&gt;! He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a Lego Maniac! He has lots of good friends and a ready smile for anyone he meets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; born (although just two hours after his brother) fits the bill for the youngest child. He always tests the waters to see what he can get away with. He has the biggest heart of gold though! So sweet and caring! Don't you mess with his family or he'll come get you! He loves playing game cube! He loves action figures and is CRAZY about The Captain Underpants books!!!! He too has tons of friends and will win you over with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;silliness&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far we have celebrated by having a birthday party at the movies! We saw Alvin and The Chipmunks! The boys and all their friends had such a good time. I will only work a half a day today. After the boys get out of school today we plan on taking them to Red Robins for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys-Mommy loves you each so much and am proud of you! Have a VERY happy birthday! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Due to technical difficulties I can not share any pictures of my handsome men.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-308496071509944126?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/308496071509944126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=308496071509944126' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/308496071509944126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/308496071509944126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/12/seven-years-ago-today.html' title='Seven Years Ago Today.....'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-1869370942814952050</id><published>2007-11-16T18:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T18:21:18.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Being Spoiled!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rz4zyNJfCgI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Hxxk9eqVYWU/s1600-h/100_1162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133597562864863746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rz4zyNJfCgI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Hxxk9eqVYWU/s320/100_1162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to thank my Secret Pal for being such a wonderful person. Besides the wonderful gifts I have gotten to know this amazing person and she has touched a special place in my heart. The gifts this round were just as fabulous as the last round but my all time favorite thing this time was her note. In it she was telling me about my gifts but then went on to talk about snuggling with Diana Marie. She then wished me a happy belated LID anniversary. Her final sentence so simple was a great encouragement"Never give up Lisa, we will have our babies soon!" Oh how I needed to hear that! It brought tears to my eyes! Thank you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK now that I've gotten all mushy here is what you all want to know and see. She got the family Lindt truffles (although I will NOT be teaching my boys about them anytime soon...lol). I may share them with Dave though. She got me a wonderfully scented Orange Cinnamon Candle and soap. I can't wait to light it this weekend. Also a generous gift card to Starbucks. I will have to have a pumpkin latte in fall fashion tomorrow!! For Diana she got the sweetest PJs with a mug of hot cocoa on the top and all kinds of fun things on the bottoms. When I snuggle with Diana when she is wearing them I will definitely be thinking of my wonderful Secret Pal! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again Thank you soooo much for being so good to me and my family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-1869370942814952050?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/1869370942814952050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=1869370942814952050' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/1869370942814952050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/1869370942814952050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-being-spoiled.html' title='I&apos;m Being Spoiled!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rz4zyNJfCgI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Hxxk9eqVYWU/s72-c/100_1162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-1836324473590013428</id><published>2007-11-01T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:39:28.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts From A Secial Friend, Secret Pal &amp; Halloween Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Ryp-F-PuV9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/4L7hkd-Elig/s1600-h/100_1083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128049766788126674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Ryp-F-PuV9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/4L7hkd-Elig/s320/100_1083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LADYBUG TOYS FOR DIANA FROM ERIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Ryp-GePuV-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/VLhRDwNnAYU/s1600-h/100_1084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128049775378061282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Ryp-GePuV-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/VLhRDwNnAYU/s320/100_1084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LADYBUG &amp;amp; FLOWER SHOES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Ryp-HePuV_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/GvFIdZTOvUo/s1600-h/100_1086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128049792557930482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Ryp-HePuV_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/GvFIdZTOvUo/s320/100_1086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEAUTIFUL CHINESE SILK DRESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Ryp-IOPuWAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/atx3QMQgIKU/s1600-h/100_1087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128049805442832386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Ryp-IOPuWAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/atx3QMQgIKU/s320/100_1087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Ryp-JePuWBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/BClY7ZF7XWI/s1600-h/100_1088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128049826917668882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Ryp-JePuWBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/BClY7ZF7XWI/s320/100_1088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ADORABLE LADYBUG DRESSES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Ryp89OPuV4I/AAAAAAAAAOs/JEsC0cMhgJc/s1600-h/100_1054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128048516952643458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Ryp89OPuV4I/AAAAAAAAAOs/JEsC0cMhgJc/s320/100_1054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BAILEY A.K.A. "BARNEY FIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Ryp9AuPuV5I/AAAAAAAAAO0/yzOpqTjpWwc/s1600-h/100_1101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128048577082185618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Ryp9AuPuV5I/AAAAAAAAAO0/yzOpqTjpWwc/s320/100_1101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MATTHEW AS OPTIMUS PRIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Ryp9BePuV6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/rhAYcj4QYns/s1600-h/100_1130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128048589967087522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Ryp9BePuV6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/rhAYcj4QYns/s320/100_1130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LEAVING A HOUSE AFTER TRICK-OR-TREATING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Ryp9DOPuV7I/AAAAAAAAAPE/U0DgjPpIuFE/s1600-h/100_1136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128048620031858610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Ryp9DOPuV7I/AAAAAAAAAPE/U0DgjPpIuFE/s320/100_1136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OUTFIT FROM OUR SECRET PAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Ryp9EuPuV8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/OmSp7k5J6Ss/s1600-h/100_1135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128048645801662402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Ryp9EuPuV8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/OmSp7k5J6Ss/s320/100_1135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;WONDERFUL GIFTS FROM OUR WONDERFUL SECRET PAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is going to be three posts in one tonight. Bare with me as I get through everything :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;As I have shared countless times I have "met" some wonderful people on-line in the adoption community! Erin is no exception. Erin and I have been friends for over a year after learning we were DTC on the same day. It was no surprise when we also had the same LID too! We continued to get to know each other and were looking forward to meeting each other face to face when we got our girls in China. Well as we know life sometimes goes in a direction you don't expect and Erin and her family accepted a referral for their sweet daughter Hanna. Even though Erin and I will not get to travel together (she has been home with Hanna since June) our friendship continues to blossom. She sent a wonderful box filled with all sorts of sweet things for Diana. Ladybug toys, two ladybug dresses and pair of ladybug shoes and a BEAUTIFUL pink Chinese silk dress. Thank you again Erin for such sweet things for our daughter. Can't wait to be able to send you pictures of Diana wearing all the clothes!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Secret Pal season has started again and I have been blessed with an outstanding pal this time around!!! She has emailed me and sent e-cards and today I came home to a box of everything wonderful!! The boys each got a puzzle and are enjoying putting them together. Diana got a sweet outfit that I can't wait to see her in. She also got the CUTEST ladybug tic-tac-toe set I have ever seen! It is a soft turtle board with turtle and ladybug velcroed pieces that are to be the X's and O's. She got me an incredible cookbook that I can't wait to look through and start making things from. Also she got our family a gift card for Blockbusters so we can enjoy some family movie nights! Thank you Secret Pal for your thoughtfulness this past month and your BEYOND GENEROUS gifts! You are awesome!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;This past week has been Halloween central! We went to a Halloween fest in our town last Saturday and the boys got to go trick-or-treat at the businesses, listen to stories at the library, parade in their costumes down the street downtown, play games, eat free pizza and go on a tractor ride. Yesterday they had a parade at school and had a party there. After we got home we went trick-or-treating in our neighborhood with our good friends. After that we went to Dave's brother and sister-in-law's house for dinner. The boys were beyond excited all day long and had a blast. My little Transformer &amp;amp; Police Officer were so exhausted by the time we got home. Another successful Halloween! Hip Hip Hooray!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-1836324473590013428?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/1836324473590013428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=1836324473590013428' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/1836324473590013428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/1836324473590013428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/11/gifts-from-secial-friend-secret-pal.html' title='Gifts From A Secial Friend, Secret Pal &amp; Halloween Fun!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Ryp-F-PuV9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/4L7hkd-Elig/s72-c/100_1083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-2909247555505589983</id><published>2007-10-24T20:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T20:45:51.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We've been booed??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rx_1N-PuV0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/veQQDV7Zv-4/s1600-h/100_1040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125084521366968130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rx_1N-PuV0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/veQQDV7Zv-4/s200/100_1040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would boo our lovely family you ask? Well one of my ladybug pals of course! Pam and her family sent us a box filled with goodies for our boo bag swap. She sent the boys little bags filled with candy and stickers and also got them flashlights and glow bracelets. Diana got the cutest little pumpkin socks and a soft (not to mention beautiful) butterfly blanket. For me and Dave yummy candy and a subscription to one of my favorite magazines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a funny note I sent poor Pam on a wild goose chase. In our favorite things database I filled in that I love dark chocolate and Reese's peanut butter cups. Pam thought I loved dark choc Reese's and went out looking for them. She did some research to find out they were limited edition and they were not on the market right now. Pam again I am sooooo sorry for the confusion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our family thanks yours for the great treats and of course your continued friendship. It is one of the many blessings we have gotten on this long crazy roller coaster of the adoption ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-2909247555505589983?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/2909247555505589983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=2909247555505589983' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/2909247555505589983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/2909247555505589983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/10/weve-been-booed.html' title='We&apos;ve been booed??????'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rx_1N-PuV0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/veQQDV7Zv-4/s72-c/100_1040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-2045572437113937090</id><published>2007-10-17T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T01:02:00.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Down &amp; A New Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RxWkKllPB1I/AAAAAAAAAOI/ZtnfAAbzxX0/s1600-h/th_butterfly-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122180652997740370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RxWkKllPB1I/AAAAAAAAAOI/ZtnfAAbzxX0/s200/th_butterfly-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is our one year anniversary of our LID. I really thought that I would be so much closer to Diana by now. When we started this process I figured that this would be about the time I would find out about her. I thought at this point I would be about 6-8 weeks away from meeting my baby girl for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wait has gotten really long and has depressed many of us in the adoption world. I too am included in that. It is so sad to hear the boys ask about Diana and all I can say is "I don't know." for the millionth time. Those poor boys are really confused and there is nothing I can do to help that except say "Eventually we will meet your sister." or "You're sister isn't ready yet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could go on and on about what is so horrible about the wait but instead I will say what I have done so far to prepare for our little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am currently refiling some forms to keep us "up to date". We have started a savings account to help pay for the rest of the adoption expenses. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have gotten some of the things we will need for her nursery. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have (ie I have) shopped for some really cute girl clothes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have met people who's families will/do look like my family will and become friends with them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have "met" people on line who are going through the same thing we are so they can relate.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I collected quilt squares and wishes to start her 100 good wish quilt. We plan on working on the quilt soon and have completed her scrapbook less the wishes we are still waiting on (hint hint). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have gotten/read books about adoption/attachment/China/parenting adopted children. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have opened my heart and already love Diana. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have prayed every night that there is a speed up and for Diana to be safe until I can get her. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is to a speed up for all of us waiting. If nothing else I have learned to give up control and to trust that God's timing is perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also thank you soooo much &lt;a href="http://hopesglow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; for my new look! How cool that it was done in time for this post. I love the girly feel with all my butterflies. You did an awesome job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-2045572437113937090?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/2045572437113937090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=2045572437113937090' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/2045572437113937090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/2045572437113937090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-year-down-new-look.html' title='One Year Down &amp; A New Look'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RxWkKllPB1I/AAAAAAAAAOI/ZtnfAAbzxX0/s72-c/th_butterfly-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-6759242836547984709</id><published>2007-10-08T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:34:04.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Weekend Getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-14.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782125963540&amp;amp;site=widget-14.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=216172782125963540&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-14.slide.com/p1/216172782125963540/bb_t046_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=216172782125963540&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-14.slide.com/p2/216172782125963540/bb_t046_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when the boys have a 4 day weekend and hubby has vacation time? Well you take a little drive to Milwaukee Wisconsin of course! Friday morning we dropped off the dogs at the kennel and headed out to the land of cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first order of business was the Milwaukee Zoo. Dave nor I had been there in years so it really was a new adventure for all of us. I have to admit that it was an awesome zoo! We saw all sorts of animals including a Diana monkey. I had never heard of this kind of monkey so I guess I will have to look up some info...lol. Dave also had to torture me of course. I am afraid of heights and he gets great pleasure on making ride the "ski lifts" with him and the boys since the boys love going on these as well. Let me just say when he doesn't expect it he will be paid back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then left the zoo and headed to our hotel. Our room was not ready and I was about to get upset but they said we could definitely go to the indoor water park while we waited. The boys had a blast! I really think Bailey went down the water slides at least 100 times this weekend. Matthew was not tall enough to go down two of the slides but he made due with the ones he could go down. He also surprised us by finally getting his face wet underwater. By the end of the weekend he was "swimming" underwater. Hopefully he will now be able to get out of level 2 in swim lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around downtown Milwaukee and then went out to dinner. While out walking I had an amazing ladybug sighting. There were three HUGE ladybugs on this one building. It was really cool and I do need to find out why they are there. After dinner it was back for more water park fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went out for breakfast and then headed out to apple pick. This is a huge tradition for our family but this was a new orchard for us. It was HUGE!! I don't think I have ever seen so many apple trees in all my life. It was a little hot but we picked our apples. We then had a snack and let the boys go on a pony ride and then bounce around in a bounce house. We went back to the hotel and of course guess where went back to????? Dinner that night was awesome at Bippo de Bipio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we went to the water park again for about an hour before we checked out. Upon checking out we headed down to the lake but quickly left as the marathon runners were beginning to come in. We then went to breakfast and then to this HUGE cheese store. We got all sorts of cheese and some wine and then drove home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides having a relaxing weekend as a family we were able to see some beautiful foliage. As many of you know this is my favorite time of year. I just sat in the car with my mouth dropped most of the time at the beautiful colors. Upon returning home I was surprised to see that the trees are finally changing here as well! I will enjoy my trees while I can because before I know it they will be bare and winter will be here. (Hard to imagine as it was 88 degrees today but ya never know....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-6759242836547984709?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/6759242836547984709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=6759242836547984709' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/6759242836547984709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/6759242836547984709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-weekend-getaway.html' title='A Little Weekend Getaway'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-4335314308695801763</id><published>2007-09-29T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T00:34:31.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>That is the only way to sum up my feelings.  Tonight we said farewell to one of our pediatricians...she is going off to where she thinks that the grass is greener.  I have worked in my office for over 5 years and of all of my coworkers that is probably one of the least amount of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tenure&lt;/span&gt;.  The joke of the office is if you make it past 6 months you are there for a lifetime.  Dr. C was with the office 11 years.  Once I became a staff member she became Bailey and Matthew's doctor.  She is the sweetest most caring woman and as much as I wish her well I am just sad that I will no longer be working with her.  I am also sad that she will no longer be my boys' doctor.  She came to visit Matthew after having his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appendix&lt;/span&gt; out and gave him a stuffed dinosaur that he still sleeps with and calls it Baby Dino.  She was the first one to notice Bailey's crossed eyes and validate what I was seeing when everyone else said I was crazy.  Keep in mind she wasn't even seeing Bailey that day.  She has followed up on him since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;diagnosis&lt;/span&gt; and then also after his surgery.  She was the one I went to for advice for Matthew with his behavior and also for his asthma.....I will miss her being a part of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;babie's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lives&lt;/span&gt;.  I am sad that she won't be Diana's doctor &amp;amp; that she may never even get to meet her.....Dr C you will be greatly missed and you will always have a special place in my heart.  Good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-4335314308695801763?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/4335314308695801763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=4335314308695801763' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/4335314308695801763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/4335314308695801763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/09/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-7593129298048252426</id><published>2007-09-07T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T23:25:32.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Is Smiling....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was I in a major funk. I was depressed about the wait. I was depressed that the boys were growing up before my eyes. I was depressed just because I was. We had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;curriculum&lt;/span&gt; night at school and it just got to me that my boys are in 1st grade and who knows when their baby sister will be here....Before going to bed I actually "composed" a blog entry that I was sure to post tonight. I just KNEW that this one coworker was going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;innocently&lt;/span&gt; going to ask me about Diana and I was going to complain about how she will never GET this process (like I do?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I still thought I was going to do that post and I was STILL in a horrible mood. I yelled at both the boys this morning and got to work and had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hissy&lt;/span&gt; fit because the new phone system stinks and since the computers crashed yesterday I had to enter all of yesterday's visits and on and on it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until a patient came in with her one month old baby and had to go back out to her car to get her check book for her copay. For those of you who don't know I work as a receptionist in a pediatricians office. I love my job most of the time and I get my baby fix, my little girl fix, my toddler boy fix all in one place and sometimes even all in the same day. Today was one of those days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...back to the mom who had to get her checkbook. We see her getting ready to lug her baby (car seat and all) back out the door. We offer to bring the baby back by the reception desk so Mommy doesn't have to take her back out. Mommy agrees. As many of my coworkers will attest the reception area is TINY but there we were... me, my fellow receptionist, our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CNA&lt;/span&gt; and our nurse all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ogling&lt;/span&gt; the baby. (My heart smiles.) She had the cutest pink blanket with a crown and her name done up in crystals. The coworker that I KNEW was going to make me mad by asking about when will we hear about Diana says "Lisa you have to get one of those for Diana." My heart smiles again. Throughout the day at work I get all my "fixes", my baby in general fix, my little girl fix , my toddler boy fix....my heart is really smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner tonight Dave asks the boys who forgot to put their bowl in the sink...the boys argue back and forth as to who's bowl is missing. They bring the bowl to the sink and Dave asks "Who's bowl is that?" "Matthew's" says Bailey. "Bailey's" says Matthew. Dave is shaking his head and I am on the floor laughing hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10 minutes later Matthew comes upstairs and announces he is done with his milk so now he wants dessert. He says "Mommy remember the other day you said you were going to make us those smoothies?' I say yes KNOWING he is going to ask me to make him one for dessert. Well instead he says...."Well you know, you never did...." and goes on to ask if he can have an ice cream cone. I am again on the floor laughing. I of course tell him yes and also say "Matthew, you make my heart smile!" I then proceed to kiss him. I am so happy tonight as I type this entry....my heart is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; smiling and all is right in my little corner of the world with my little boys who are growing up too quickly for me to believe and have reminded me yet again what a lucky person I really am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-7593129298048252426?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/7593129298048252426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=7593129298048252426' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/7593129298048252426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/7593129298048252426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-heart-is-smiling.html' title='My Heart Is Smiling....'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-5351874456312170437</id><published>2007-08-27T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:46:28.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week Of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RtOMNyzH3VI/AAAAAAAAANE/_KlQqLgH6hY/s1600-h/100_0752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103576971343289682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RtOMNyzH3VI/AAAAAAAAANE/_KlQqLgH6hY/s200/100_0752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;First day of school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RtOKTSzH3UI/AAAAAAAAAM8/0aHUSWbsQVA/s1600-h/100_0750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103574866809314626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RtOKTSzH3UI/AAAAAAAAAM8/0aHUSWbsQVA/s200/100_0750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Matthew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RtOJjizH3OI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Hg73DvXHZo8/s1600-h/100_0749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103574046470560994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RtOJjizH3OI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Hg73DvXHZo8/s200/100_0749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bailey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RtOJlCzH3RI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Nm03XZCHyVg/s1600-h/100_0754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103574072240364818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RtOJlCzH3RI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Nm03XZCHyVg/s200/100_0754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cool backpacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RtOJlSzH3SI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tj5BGps7LA8/s1600-h/100_0757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103574076535332130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RtOJlSzH3SI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tj5BGps7LA8/s200/100_0757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Matthew holding his class sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RtOJvSzH3TI/AAAAAAAAAM0/T9-3ztEG7Fg/s1600-h/100_0758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103574248334023986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RtOJvSzH3TI/AAAAAAAAAM0/T9-3ztEG7Fg/s200/100_0758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bailey holding his class sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday was the boys' first day of first grade! They were up and dressed and had breakfast without any difficulties (I just wish this was the norm!) We got to school and they were so excited to see their friends from kindergarten. They finally found out who would be in their classes and had a great first day of school. Matthew was so funny though before we left for school. As he was gathering up his backpack he says as he sighs "Please let the homework not be hard." I was trying so hard not to laugh. The boys were also each asked to hold the signs so their classmates would know where their lines were. It was the perfect photo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; for me to snap a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day of school was kinda scary for the kids (especially Bailey). We were hit with major storms right before school let out. The tornado sirens were blaring so the kids had to get under their desks. Bailey was is Spanish and was very scared and began to cry. His teacher was very sympathetic and gave him a big hug. Everyone was safe and sound and the principle rewarded the whole school for such a good job that they will have an extra recess this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Bailey was really clingy to me before school started. I am sure that he was scared that the same thing would happen again. Thankfully the storms did not appear again until that night and were not half as severe as they were the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both boys are really happy with their new teachers and their classmates. I am happy that we have gotten into the school routine fairly easy. By the way, so far only one homework assignment and per Matthew's request it wasn't hard at all! &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/30783913-5351874456312170437?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/5351874456312170437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=5351874456312170437' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/5351874456312170437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/5351874456312170437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-week-of-school.html' title='First Week Of School'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RtOMNyzH3VI/AAAAAAAAANE/_KlQqLgH6hY/s72-c/100_0752.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-767899416460212074</id><published>2007-08-27T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T20:39:27.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Time Cyber Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RtN8oCzH3NI/AAAAAAAAAME/xXaUoK2Zgrk/s1600-h/100_0761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103559830128811218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RtN8oCzH3NI/AAAAAAAAAME/xXaUoK2Zgrk/s200/100_0761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you all know by now my ladybug group is the best group I belong to. My friends on this group are so supportive and such faithful woman! It had been a while since we had done a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; shower so we decided it was time. Our theme this month was play time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://www.imagineannalynn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ruth&lt;/a&gt; was very generous to all of us. For me there was a cute handmade card, a Chinese fan and yummy chocolate. I have already ate half the bar! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys also were included and got little motorcycles. They have been playing with them since I opened the box. They say "Thank You Ruth!" Bailey was really cute...he says "Mommy will you write your friend a thank you note? Tell her we love this!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got Diana the cutest little baby doll. There was a puzzle that makes animal sounds and also a cell phone and keys that make noise. I can't wait to see her with all these cute toys playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruth~thank you so much for your sweet card and all the wonderful gifts for my family. I am so glad I have you as a friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-767899416460212074?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/767899416460212074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=767899416460212074' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/767899416460212074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/767899416460212074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/08/play-time-cyber-shower.html' title='Play Time Cyber Shower'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RtN8oCzH3NI/AAAAAAAAAME/xXaUoK2Zgrk/s72-c/100_0761.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-3324443863077229596</id><published>2007-08-21T19:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T21:34:36.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap Of The Last Couple Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RsudGSzH2_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Xlo7l7tXwdM/s1600-h/100_0683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101343734378257394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RsudGSzH2_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Xlo7l7tXwdM/s200/100_0683.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bailey looking for the perfect berry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RsudIizH3AI/AAAAAAAAAKc/t0p5VCs2lp8/s1600-h/100_0684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101343773032963074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RsudIizH3AI/AAAAAAAAAKc/t0p5VCs2lp8/s200/100_0684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Matthew thinks he has a great one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RsudJSzH3BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/DAxduFo7q40/s1600-h/100_0686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101343785917864978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RsudJSzH3BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/DAxduFo7q40/s200/100_0686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Look at all those berries we picked! Yummy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have been really crazy busy the last couple of weeks. We are trying to do so much before school starts and also get ready for school all at the same time. Here is a run down of whats been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weekends ago Dave and I took the boys black berry and peach picking. It was extremely HOT that day. Don't know what we were thinking....Actually despite the heat we had a lot of fun. This was the first time we have picked peaches or berries. I am sure this like apple picking will become another family tradition. I just vote when we go next summer its not as hot as it was that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been shopping for school supplies, school clothes and did I mention school supplies? I just want to know where my tax dollars go? As my neighbor said so much for a free education. I also what to know who decides on what color folders should be used. Try looking for a plain white folder. I am not kidding when I tell you I looked at all the office supply stores, Target, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Osco&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Walgreens&lt;/span&gt; and the list goes on. I FINALLY found them on a whim at a grocery store that I usually don't even shop in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rsud2CzH3CI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FLdpLUsg2gc/s1600-h/100_0699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101344554717010978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rsud2CzH3CI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FLdpLUsg2gc/s200/100_0699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Katie playing with the teletubbies we found in the basement for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend my father, his wife and my half sister were in town. My half sister Katie is just over 2 and is such a cutie. She kept coming up to me and saying "Hi Lisa" Too cute! It was nice to visit with them and catch up. My aunt and uncle came by too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RsuewyzH3DI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cJF0-3FRhuM/s1600-h/100_0722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101345564034325554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RsuewyzH3DI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cJF0-3FRhuM/s200/100_0722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bailey with Mrs. Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RsueyCzH3EI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ERBSkpWCkVc/s1600-h/100_0723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101345585509162050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RsueyCzH3EI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ERBSkpWCkVc/s200/100_0723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Matthew with Mrs. Rivera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we went to the school to drop of the boys' supplies and meet their teachers. Bailey was excited that his new teacher recognized him from last year. Matthew seemed to like his new teacher too. They were also excited to find out some of their classmates will be. Dave and I can't wait to see what the school year brings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RsufwyzH3FI/AAAAAAAAALE/Bx-gYSonJpw/s1600-h/100_0727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101346663545953362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RsufwyzH3FI/AAAAAAAAALE/Bx-gYSonJpw/s200/100_0727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Boys acting silly after we finished our golfing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RsufxCzH3GI/AAAAAAAAALM/mNkJx5FjuSo/s1600-h/100_0737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101346667840920674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RsufxCzH3GI/AAAAAAAAALM/mNkJx5FjuSo/s200/100_0737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Having a great time eating our yummy ice cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the last hurrah before school starts tomorrow. I took the boys along with one of their friends to an indoor miniature golf place in the mall. They had a blast. After that we had lunch in the food court and they rode the carousal. From there we moved on and had ice cream. If all this excitement wasn't enough they then went back to this little boy's house to play for a few hours. I think they got the best of the last day of school. Well tomorrow is the first day of school and I hope I don't cry as hard as I did last year. Hey who knows maybe I'll be dancing in the streets!?! Here's to a great school year!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-3324443863077229596?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/3324443863077229596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=3324443863077229596' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/3324443863077229596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/3324443863077229596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/08/recap-of-last-couple-weeks.html' title='Recap Of The Last Couple Weeks'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RsudGSzH2_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Xlo7l7tXwdM/s72-c/100_0683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-4128893076466705995</id><published>2007-08-09T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:45:32.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins Having Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-eb.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;channel=216172782124397803&amp;amp;site=widget-eb.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;id=216172782124397803&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-eb.slide.com/p1/216172782124397803/bb_t046_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;id=216172782124397803&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-eb.slide.com/p2/216172782124397803/bb_t046_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my sister and I took the kids to the children's museum. This is the second time we have gotten together to do something fun together this summer. Unfortunately my sister works full time so being able to get together during the week is limited. We always have fun together with the kids. Although there is usually some sort of drama to go along with the day. Yesterday was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were climbing this contraption instead of taking the stairs. There are workers who tell the kids when to go. Bailey thought the guy told him to go ahead. Unfortunately Alex's prosthetic fell off and hit Bailey right in the cheek. We got him an ice pack and of course had to fill out an accident report. Alex was crying because she felt bad. We reassured her that we all knew it was an accident and that Bailey would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taught Alex how to play checkers and she was really pretty good at it. I was winning that second game but she was very analytical with her moves and we finally quit because the boys were getting bored waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I went to take a cute picture of Alex and Bailey and they both fell and Alex elbowed Bailey in the eye. He now has a bruise under his eyebrow and the one on his cheek. Of course both of them were crying again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice lunch and then ended the day molding clay and getting to take our works of art home. Despite our drama everyone had a good time and went home smiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-4128893076466705995?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/4128893076466705995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=4128893076466705995' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/4128893076466705995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/4128893076466705995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/08/cousins-having-fun.html' title='Cousins Having Fun'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-8336390749021826080</id><published>2007-08-02T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:58:24.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged By......</title><content type='html'>two different friends from the adoption community! Here are my answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is from Tonya from &lt;a href="http://johntonyalucy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lucy's Journey Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Uncle Leo and Uncle Albert (don't ask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Roast Beef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Twin boys Bailey and Matthew (6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? absolutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Who me???? NEVER....LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yes but I wish I didn't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? Not in this lifetime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Cap't Crunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? Peanut butter and chocolate (preferable from Baskin Robins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Their smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. RED OR PINK? Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? Way too sensitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My step-mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? I hope to read their answers on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? blue jeans no shoes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? donuts and OJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? The Today Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Sky blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVORITE SMELLS? Chocolate chip cookies just out of the oven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? My boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? yes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. HAIR COLOR? Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. EYE COLOR? Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. FAVORITE FOOD? Mexican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy Endings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? No Reservations (very cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Red t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. SUMMER OR WINTER? Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. HUGS OR KISSES? hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? Believe it or not nothing...must start new book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? baby tigers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT? House Hunters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVORITE SOUND? Waves crashing on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? I love to scrapbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Chicago Illinois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. WHAT SUPERPOWER WOULD YOU LIKE? Not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. FAVORITE HOBBY? scrap booking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. A FRIEND THAT YOU WISH YOU COULD HANG OUT MORE WITH? Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. IF YOU COULD BE ANYWHERE RIGHT NOW, WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE? Home from China with Diana and her meeting her big brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also tagged by Alisha of &lt;a href="http://godsnextchapter.blogspot.com/"&gt;God's Next Chapter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things I Was Doing Ten Years Ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was newly engaged to Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was working on a medical research study for breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was living at home with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Just gotten back from our first vacation to Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Had met all of Dave's brothers (two lived out of state).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Favorite Snack Foods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chips and guacamole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Brownies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Peanuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Any fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cheese Its White Cheddar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Songs I Know All The Lyrics To:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Front Porch Looking In By Lonestar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My Wish By Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Friends In Low Places By Garth Brooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I Would Do Anything For Love By Meatloaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Arms Wide Open By Creed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things I Would Do If I Were A Millionaire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pay off all our debts and those of our families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have homes in IL, California and Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Travel all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Donate money to orphanages around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Be a SAHM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Bad Habits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stay up way too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Spend way to much time on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Spend money we don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Very critical of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. React without hearing the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things I Like To Do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spend time with my family. I especially love to go on vacation with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Scrapbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Spend time alone with Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things I Will Never Wear Again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Parachute pants (thanks for the reminder Alisha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Big Neon sweatshirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Black rubber bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bell bottoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. puffy sleeved shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who is reading this consider yourself tagged! Let me know in the comments that you are playing along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-8336390749021826080?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/8336390749021826080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=8336390749021826080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/8336390749021826080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/8336390749021826080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-been-tagged-by.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged By......'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-8846726100458490366</id><published>2007-07-29T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:02:59.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Reconnect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rq04HS7vEjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/mTN2KNqJpdE/s1600-h/103_0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rq04HS7vEjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/mTN2KNqJpdE/s320/103_0674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092788451618525746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken last summer at our nephew's graduation but I thought it was cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love my boys sometimes we (Dave and I) just need a little bit of time to reconnect with one another. This weekend we were able to do just that. My wonderful neighbor took the boys overnight for a sleepover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and I were able to go to a movie (that wasn't rated G). We saw No Reservations. I really liked it and Dave thought it was ok. He really would have preferred to see Transformer or Pirates Of The Carribean but he let me win out this time. After that we went out to dinner and had a really nice time talking without being interrupted! Actually we had some really good conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to sleep in a little this morning and then had a leisurely breakfast of pastries, coffee (me) and juice (Dave). Later on we were able to do something we rarely do any more go visit model homes. I LOVE doing this! Besides falling in love with some of the houses I also get some good ideas for decorating (if only I could afford them). It was so nice for it to be just the two of us for 24 hours....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-8846726100458490366?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/8846726100458490366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=8846726100458490366' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/8846726100458490366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/8846726100458490366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-to-reconnect.html' title='Time To Reconnect'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rq04HS7vEjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/mTN2KNqJpdE/s72-c/103_0674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-574749651424473294</id><published>2007-07-29T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T19:41:10.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Thanks.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rq0wji7vEhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0TNuyke2f7s/s1600-h/100_0542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092780140856807954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rq0wji7vEhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0TNuyke2f7s/s320/100_0542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To my secret pal.  I hope when she returns from vacation she will reveal herself to me.  This month was full of fun things again.  For the red white and blue theme Diana got socks.  She also got her the Baby Einstein Lullaby CD(I know I will listen this with her all the time while rocking her to sleep).  We also received a cute pair of sunglasses and cute little headbands.  She got us some Princess disposable plates, bowls and silverware.  I am sure those will come in handy while visiting friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much fore spoiling me these past few months.  It was always so much fun to open a package from you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-574749651424473294?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/574749651424473294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=574749651424473294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/574749651424473294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/574749651424473294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/07/many-thanks_29.html' title='Many Thanks.....'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rq0wji7vEhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0TNuyke2f7s/s72-c/100_0542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-1107439717004687948</id><published>2007-07-17T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T10:10:25.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been 9 Months......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RpzbC0w94II/AAAAAAAAAJc/dgk1dcGbIKk/s1600-h/cclown9%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RpzbC0w94II/AAAAAAAAAJc/dgk1dcGbIKk/s320/cclown9%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088182520592064642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were pregnant with a biological baby I would know that my baby would be in my arms at any moment now. I may already have a date as to the latest I would hold my baby. This adoption pregnancy is so much different in so many ways than my pregnancy with the boys. The difference that is the hardest is the unknown. I have no idea how long this pregnancy will last. I have no idea when I will see a picture of my little girl for the first time. I have no idea when I will be able to hold her and kiss her for the first time. This is by far the hardest of this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many positive aspects to this pregnancy though. I will share a few of them now. I think the most positive thing is the friends that I have met during this journey. We have met so many people who are on this same journey and have really become great friends. There are also people who I have only "met" on-line but have become great friends as well. I share so much with these people who truly understand the process and share in my highs and lows of this journey. Without these people I don't know what I would be doing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great thing about this pregnancy is that I am able to eat and drink anything I want!! I need to get back on my weightloss kick but for now just knowing that I get lose weight instead of gaining it is a positive. Oh yeah and if I want a margerita or a martini or a glass of wine I know I can have that too without it affecting my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am 100% certain that I will have a daughter at the end of this pregnancy. When I was told I was having boys at my ultrasound the tech reminded me that although she was almost certain I was carrying boys she couldn't be 100%. Of course she was correct and I have the best boys in the world. As much as I love my boys more than anything in this world it is time that we see a little pink in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well although there are uncertainties in this pregnancy I am glad to be expecting my little girl. Who knows when I will see her face for the first time or when I will hold her in my arms. I do know that it will happen and when it does I will be even happier than I already am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana~Mommy loves you already even though I have no idea who you are. I pray for you nightly and can't wait to bring you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS We have named our kitty Pumpkin Pie. She is doing great and adjusting well to our family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-1107439717004687948?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/1107439717004687948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=1107439717004687948' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/1107439717004687948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/1107439717004687948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-been-9-months.html' title='It&apos;s Been 9 Months......'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RpzbC0w94II/AAAAAAAAAJc/dgk1dcGbIKk/s72-c/cclown9%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-1588365749817698438</id><published>2007-07-09T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:27:11.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Kitty</title><content type='html'>Well after pestering Dave for months now he finally decided it was a good time to adopt a kitty. We had two cats for a few years but they decided they really didn't like our dog (when we only had Mary Jane(MJ))and they decided not to use their litter box at all. We gave them to a no kill shelter and believe they were adopted. Since then we adopted Parker and we were a dog only family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was missing a kitty and so were the boys. Like I said it took months before Dave said we could get a new pet. When we decided to adopt we said that we wanted a male cat. Never in my wildest dreams did I think this would be the cat we would adopt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering the second cat room in this shelter Jane (new name still to be determined) walked right up to Dave and started to rub against him. He sat down on a bench and she jumped right into his lap and laid for about 15 minutes. The boys and I all approached her and she would just purr and give the boys kisses. We asked for information on her and were told she was deaf. We asked if she needed an special care and they told us no. They believe that she is so laid back because she can't hear and so she doesn't startle that easy. After talking it over we decided that since she picked us we had to bring her home. Oh yeah and she also is a big girl weighing in at 12lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left her in the master bathroom over night and every time we walked in the room she demanded love and would purr in return. This evening we introduced her to both dogs (one at a time) and she and the dogs just sniffed each other and have gone their separate ways. I am sure they will try to get know each other as time goes on but for now they have all accepted each other. She has been exploring her new home and finding all the comfy spots to sleep in tonight. So far she is a joy and we are all excited that she has joined our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still figuring out her name and since she won't/can't respond haven't debated too intensely. We are either going to call her Pumpkin Pie or Mae (in keeping with our Spider Man theme.) Let me know what you think.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellPadding="0" cellSpacing="0" bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4f544d354e6a45320a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none" width="386" height="303" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4f544d354e6a45320a.jpg" alt=" " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_logo"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none" width="386" height="42" src="http://www.smilebox.com/images/blogLogoSmilebox.gif" alt="Powered by Smilebox" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4f544d354e6a45320a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link"&gt;Click to play&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/makeYourOwnRedirect.jsp?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_post_makeyourown"&gt;Make your own Smilebox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-1588365749817698438?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/1588365749817698438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=1588365749817698438' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/1588365749817698438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/1588365749817698438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/07/our-new-kitty.html' title='Our New Kitty'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-8687578873927308749</id><published>2007-07-07T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T19:35:04.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Thanks!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RpAwidE7VNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/77cdB8m84dA/s1600-h/100_0453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084617347780269266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RpAwidE7VNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/77cdB8m84dA/s320/100_0453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RpAwi9E7VOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/22kqxc95wOE/s1600-h/100_0454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084617356370203874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RpAwi9E7VOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/22kqxc95wOE/s320/100_0454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RpAwjdE7VPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pIVPafT0OiU/s1600-h/100_0455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084617364960138482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RpAwjdE7VPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pIVPafT0OiU/s320/100_0455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RpAwjtE7VQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/RwlajGRsLGE/s1600-h/100_0456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084617369255105794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RpAwjtE7VQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/RwlajGRsLGE/s320/100_0456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you so much to my secret pal! This time around she got us such cute stuff again. We got the cutest bathing suit I have ever seen &amp; a cover up with butterflies on it (of course). We also got a t-shirt, beach ball and everything was tucked into a sand bucket that is shaped like a sand castle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't wait to be able to take Diana to the beach so she can use all these cute things. Your thoughtfulness is much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appreciated&lt;/span&gt; as we continue on this long journey to our daughter.&lt;/div&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/30783913-8687578873927308749?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/8687578873927308749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=8687578873927308749' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/8687578873927308749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/8687578873927308749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/07/many-thanks.html' title='Many Thanks!!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RpAwidE7VNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/77cdB8m84dA/s72-c/100_0453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-2635137233316412722</id><published>2007-07-03T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:28:19.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>San Antonio Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-aa.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782123853738&amp;amp;site=widget-aa.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:300px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;tt=17&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=216172782123853738&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-aa.slide.com/p1/216172782123853738/bb_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;tt=17&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=216172782123853738&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-aa.slide.com/p2/216172782123853738/bb_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent 5 days in the city of San Antonio for our family vacation. We got there last Sunday and were there until Thursday. We really had a lot of fun. It is amazing how relaxing this vacation was. We never left our hotel room until after 10am and then did what we wanted and came back to the hotel and swam and then went to dinner. We would come back to the hotel room and just relax and go to sleep. It really was exactly what we needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we arrive at the River Walk our first day and I pull out my camera and it won't stay on because the battery isn't charged. Same with the camcorder. I am yelling at myself and laughing all at the same time. We have no pictures of the River Walk, the boat ride we took or the Alamo. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I charge my cameras all night and my actual camera still isn't working. I did have some regular batteries so I did get to take pictures at Sea World but of course they don't really last long in my camera. We go to Best Buy to buy a new battery and charger. The charger doesn't fit the batteries so I just buy the disposable litium batteries which held up the rest of the trip. Once we get home and I'm on Kodak's website I realize the battery they gave me with my new camera (Mother's Day) was not recharable!!!! Oh well. I have now gotten a rechargable battery and life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to vacation....Monday we spent the day at Sea World. I LOVE LOVE LOVE that place. The boys got to feed the dolphins, play in water and we saw some of the shows. We also got to see the baby beluga whale. Tuesday we went to this really cool wild animal park. You drive your car through and you get to feed all sorts of animals. There were deer, goats, moose, long horns, zebras, emus and ostirshes to name a few. Most of them would come right up to your car and eat out of your hand. The three funniest stories of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A moose went up to Matthew and slobered all over him. We thought it was hysterical Matthew not so much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bailey was sitting behind me and feeding a zebra when all of a sudden I feel something on my leg. It was another zebra wanting to be fed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;An ostrich kept pecking at the lock on Dave's door thinking it was food. Too funny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also went to a cavern that day and were all in awe of the beauty. I will post pictures but truely they do no justice to them. The boys loved being inside a cave. They want to know when we can go again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday, my birthday, we went back to Sea World. We saw some more shows. We fed lorikeets and then had a blast in the water park. It was such a fun day except for Dave and I got sunburnt. We had sunblock on but obviously not enough. We then had dinner at a nice seafood resturant. YUM. The waitress brought a candle out so that Dave and the boys could sing happy birthday to me. Oh yeah when we woke up the boys handed me cards for my birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday our last day of vacation poured all day. We spent 5 hours in a mall bored out of our minds. We did see a 3-D movie on the IMAX screen. That was fun. Our flight thankfully was right on time and we got home without a hitch. Unfortunately Wednesday night I started losing my voice and it didn't come back until Saturday. I have a major sinus infection and bronchitis. Nothing 4 medications can't clear up. Although we had a great time it is always good to be back home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-2635137233316412722?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/2635137233316412722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=2635137233316412722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/2635137233316412722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/2635137233316412722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/07/san-antonio-texas.html' title='San Antonio Texas'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-8410601129234013788</id><published>2007-06-17T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T18:00:09.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RnW8AweiGxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/FLRmQlf_b78/s1600-h/100_0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077170876129090322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RnW8AweiGxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/FLRmQlf_b78/s320/100_0187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aren't&lt;/span&gt; my boys handsome????&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick note to wish all the fathers out there a special day! We had a great day as a family. The boys woke up and gave Dave his cards. After that we went downstairs and gave him his gifts. The funniest thing was that all three of them wore White &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt; shirts today. It was sweet to see all my boys dressed similar. We then went out to breakfast and to family day at the race track. The boys made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;place mats&lt;/span&gt; for Dave there. They got airbrush &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tattoos&lt;/span&gt; on their arms, they rode ponies and pet and fed animals. Dave and I sweat the majority of the day. It is HOT HOT HOT today. Don't know what we're gonna do when we get to Texas....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave~thank you so much for being such a great father. I always knew you were great with kids but never in my wildest dreams did I think you would be this wonderful. I can't wait to see how you do with a little girl. You are awesome with our little boys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad~I know things our tough between us right now but hopefully we can get on the right path soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa~Hope you had a great Father's Day. We love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah we are now officially 8 months into our wait.  We are that much closer to our baby girl!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-8410601129234013788?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/8410601129234013788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=8410601129234013788' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/8410601129234013788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/8410601129234013788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RnW8AweiGxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/FLRmQlf_b78/s72-c/100_0187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-2358762383223778663</id><published>2007-06-11T07:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T20:53:35.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Cicadas?(...and other happenings...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-76.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782123352182&amp;amp;site=widget-76.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:300px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;tt=15&amp;amp;sk=27&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=216172782123352182&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-76.slide.com/p1/216172782123352182/bb_t015_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;tt=15&amp;amp;sk=27&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=216172782123352182&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-76.slide.com/p2/216172782123352182/bb_t015_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are suppose to have cicadas all over this summer. We haven't seen one in our town! We took the boys to the zoo yesterday and they were &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVERYWHERE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We first saw them as we were showing the parking attendant our zoo pass. They are HUGE! Anyway, we weren't out of the car 5 minutes when one landed on Bailey's back. He jumped, I jumped, Dave laughed.....you get the picture. We are walking around the zoo and you see and hear them everywhere. They are beyond loud! I was taking a picture of one and a man asks me if I want him to get one off me(Dave was getting us a snack). I didn't even feel it on me. We then found a ton of them and Matthew a.k.a Spider Man starts to freak. Dave and I are not going to let these silly bugs ruin our day so we pick one up and start playing pass the bug between the two of us. We tell the boys to touch it. Bailey does...not to bad. Matthew is terrified! Dave says what would Spider man do and he finally touches it. We then made each of the boys hold it. Bailey said it tickled and Matthew looked petrified but he did it and actually said it wasn't soooo bad. I have the funniest picture of Matthew petting a cow and holding one of his ears with his other hand. Like I said they are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOUD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the other happenings......Monday was the last day of school. I officially have first graders! Where did this school year go? They really had awesome teachers and I am beyond excited about how they did academically this year. To start the summer out right I took them to the library to join the summer reading program. They also got their very first library cards. They are so excited! Every morning I set the timer and they just read. I am also having them read to me individually about every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have gone to the park. Daddy has taken them to his office (can you say free ice cream?). We have also gone to the zoo. We are having a great start to summer vacation! Tonight they will start up with swimming lessons again and it will be interesting to see what happens now that lessons are twice a week. I am hoping they will soar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS pictures to follow blogger is not cooperating and I have to get ready for work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-2358762383223778663?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/2358762383223778663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=2358762383223778663' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/2358762383223778663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/2358762383223778663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/06/got-cicadasand-other-happenings.html' title='Got Cicadas?(...and other happenings...)'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-4430377260140083140</id><published>2007-06-01T17:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T17:50:12.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Pal Has Sturck.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RmCidoDAGQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/azwruwIA0QM/s1600-h/100_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071231810269092098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RmCidoDAGQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/azwruwIA0QM/s320/100_0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got home today to find a package from my secret pal. It was all things butterflies for Diana's room. There was a butterfly toy with crinkle wings and plays music and lights up when you press his belly. There was the cutest handmade butterfly picture frame that I think I will put our first family picture in. There was also a butterfly accent piece and a wonderful smelling lavender/mint candle for me! Thank you so much Secret Pal for brightening up my Friday! We love everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-4430377260140083140?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/4430377260140083140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=4430377260140083140' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/4430377260140083140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/4430377260140083140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/06/secret-pal-has-sturck.html' title='Secret Pal Has Sturck.....'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RmCidoDAGQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/azwruwIA0QM/s72-c/100_0046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-530826246549105585</id><published>2007-05-31T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T21:41:13.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots Of Goodies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rl-GkIDAGOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JKmipmiLZrE/s1600-h/100_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070919660635953378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rl-GkIDAGOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JKmipmiLZrE/s320/100_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gifts from Heather:For Mommy Theme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rl-FtoDAGLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-kcsOzHWNe0/s1600-h/100_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070918724333082802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rl-FtoDAGLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-kcsOzHWNe0/s320/100_0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;                                                   Gifts from Jenn:Meal Time Theme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rl-Fv4DAGMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nih4UMwnK1g/s1600-h/100_0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070918762987788482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rl-Fv4DAGMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nih4UMwnK1g/s320/100_0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Close up of cute ladybug outfit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have participated in two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; showers this month. Also secret pals have started up again for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tea monkey&lt;/span&gt; group. Earlier in the month I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a gift from Heather from my Sept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DTC&lt;/span&gt; group. The theme this month was something for Mommy. Heather was very creative and got me two rompers for Diana. One said "Mommy's Little Alarm Clock" and the other said "Mommy's Little Girl" The other thing she sent was bib that says "Mommy's Sweetheart" They are all so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I got home there was a huge box sitting on my kitchen table. Inside was my gift from Jenn from my ladybug group. Our theme this month was feeding time. She got Diana a set of bottles, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disposable&lt;/span&gt; flatware, a double bottle holder, a one the go feeding set, a bib that says "Little Princess" and the cutest ladybug outfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also got my boys gifts too. She got them a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;badminton&lt;/span&gt; set and also a little football. She told them they could use these either at a picnic or bar-b-q. Hey maybe next week after they get out of school we will go on a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much Jenn and Heather. We really loved all the gifts! &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/30783913-530826246549105585?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/530826246549105585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=530826246549105585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/530826246549105585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/530826246549105585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/05/lots-of-goodies.html' title='Lots Of Goodies!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rl-GkIDAGOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JKmipmiLZrE/s72-c/100_0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-1360714735726007422</id><published>2007-05-28T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T10:17:45.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn't Resist &amp; Crazy Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RlrwHoDAGII/AAAAAAAAAFk/uidqkkg6Ce8/s1600-h/100_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069628344358672514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RlrwHoDAGII/AAAAAAAAAFk/uidqkkg6Ce8/s320/100_0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been really good lately about not buying too much stuff for Diana. With not having any idea as to when we will get her its hard to buy clothes. My new passion have been hair bows but I've been pretty good about those too for the most part (except for the ones I am waiting for that I will post about later...good story for those!) Anyway I was in Target and I always check the clearance aisle and look what I found! The cutest ladybug rain slicker and boots! I just couldn't resist! Even if Diana never wears them I got them cheap and I am sure I will find a cute baby who will love them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RlrwIoDAGJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ocXZVyvB1Kw/s1600-h/100_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069628361538541714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RlrwIoDAGJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ocXZVyvB1Kw/s320/100_0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boys (like most boys) are always coming up with crazy things to do and say. The other day Bailey comes up with stickers all over his mouth. We always tease him that he talks too much so I think this was his way of shutting himself up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RlrwJYDAGKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/m6kGv6rU0cs/s1600-h/100_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069628374423443618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RlrwJYDAGKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/m6kGv6rU0cs/s320/100_0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;That same day Matthew comes upstairs with two balls under his shirt and says "Look Mommy I have boobies!" I was hysterical!! I just had to take a picture...I am sure he will need therapy for me posting this but I couldn't resist......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-1360714735726007422?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/1360714735726007422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=1360714735726007422' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/1360714735726007422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/1360714735726007422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/05/couldnt-resist-crazy-boys.html' title='Couldn&apos;t Resist &amp; Crazy Boys'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RlrwHoDAGII/AAAAAAAAAFk/uidqkkg6Ce8/s72-c/100_0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-1565730866123966707</id><published>2007-05-17T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T10:51:06.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Months Closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rkx4K4DAGDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/U35QwxZwjG4/s1600-h/is[43].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065555809123964978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rkx4K4DAGDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/U35QwxZwjG4/s320/is%5B43%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; been waiting for Diana now for 7 months! Some days it feels much longer and others it seems like the wait has just begun. In order to remain positive I will say that it just means we are seven months closer to having Diana in our arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is funny because I am always thinking about her but sometimes we will go a week or so without talking about her. It is then that I will hear the boys talking about her. Just this week I heard Matthew tell Bailey "When we get Diana we will have to read her this story." It brought happy tears to my eyes. My little boys already are thinking of their sister and telling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; what they will do with 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&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also we were in Dave's SUV the other day and whenever I am in the car they both want to get out on my side. I told them that when Diana comes they won't be able to do that because she will be in the middle. They were both excited that she will be sitting between them. I am sure once she is home and trying to grab at their stuff they won't be as excited but I am living in the moment!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diana~Mommy and Daddy and your brothers are thinking of you and hoping you will be here soon. Remember even though you can't see us you can surely feel our love!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS I have no idea why it won't let me space my paragraphs!!!  UGG!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-1565730866123966707?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/1565730866123966707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=1565730866123966707' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/1565730866123966707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/1565730866123966707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/05/seven-months-closer.html' title='Seven Months Closer'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rkx4K4DAGDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/U35QwxZwjG4/s72-c/is%5B43%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-4248034898868016198</id><published>2007-05-13T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:17:08.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RkfwtjPYlXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3_RcXcHp4U/s1600-h/ShowLetter[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064280971345958258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RkfwtjPYlXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3_RcXcHp4U/s320/ShowLetter%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RkfvCjPYlVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rUQ4Pvfyp6k/s1600-h/000_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064279133099955538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RkfvCjPYlVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rUQ4Pvfyp6k/s320/000_0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RkfvCTPYlUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/it3SqvonOyQ/s1600-h/000_0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064279128804988226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RkfvCTPYlUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/it3SqvonOyQ/s320/000_0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope everyone had a great Mother's Day. Mine started a few days ago with going to the boys' classes for Mother's Day Tea. They did a few songs and a dance. It was soooo cute. I went to Matthew's class and Dave went to Bailey's. After the performance part we switched and had our snacks with the other boy. They each presented me with a book. They are so sweet. There is a picture of them in the book holding a sign that says "Happy Mother's Day 2007" They also have their hand prints on them. It really was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning each boy came in my room with a card for me. They also got me a new digital camera. Later we went out to brunch with my mom, sister and niece. It was really nice to be able to spend the day with my children but also with my mother as well. I am so lucky to have her in my life. She is my hero and I hope I will continue to be half the mom that she still is to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point today I was thinking about Diana's birth mother and wondering what she is doing. I don't even know if she is pregnant with her yet. I was thinking of ways to honor her in the future and I thought maybe we will buy a yellow rose each year to remember her by. When we got to the brunch all the mothers were handed roses. Believe it or not I got a yellow one. I will definitely start this tradition now. Tonight I look at that rose and think of Diana's birth mother and say a tiny prayer for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my friends out there who are not mothers yet know your time is coming. Soon enough you will hold your little ones in your arms and know exactly what it feels like to be a mom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-4248034898868016198?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/4248034898868016198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=4248034898868016198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/4248034898868016198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/4248034898868016198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RkfwtjPYlXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3_RcXcHp4U/s72-c/ShowLetter%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-6522908267592142499</id><published>2007-05-07T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T08:18:46.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>As per usual I am behind in blogging....we have been so busy lately. Last weekend we celebrated my mom's birthday with brunch. This weekend we visited with the boys very first sitter and yesterday helped my cousin's daughter Alana celebrate her first birthday! Here are some pictures of the last couple weekends. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-ba.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782121333178&amp;amp;site=widget-ba.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:350px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;tt=13&amp;amp;sk=19&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=216172782121333178&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ba.slide.com/p1/216172782121333178/bl_t013_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;tt=13&amp;amp;sk=19&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=216172782121333178&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ba.slide.com/p2/216172782121333178/bl_t013_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-6522908267592142499?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/6522908267592142499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=6522908267592142499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/6522908267592142499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/6522908267592142499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/05/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-6473472895308576507</id><published>2007-04-20T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T08:12:42.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Thank You To</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rii71Yb9FRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_89DkN39peU/s1600-h/100_1844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055497107490542866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rii71Yb9FRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_89DkN39peU/s320/100_1844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't this beyond beautiful????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rii71ob9FSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZGIViZp7htE/s1600-h/100_1845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055497111785510178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rii71ob9FSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZGIViZp7htE/s320/100_1845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the cute buttons!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rii714b9FTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/n2B_p-HzQMU/s1600-h/100_1846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055497116080477490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rii714b9FTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/n2B_p-HzQMU/s320/100_1846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This will definitely be used according to packaged directions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Andrea. I was assigned to be Andrea's secret pal for the first round in my Oct. Tea Monkey group. I really enjoyed spoiling her and getting to know her. After we revealed who we were she sent me a post card from Maine. It is on my fridge and I think of her every time I look at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I come home to find a package on my kitchen table. Andrea's address is the return address. When I opened it I saw the cutest hand knit sweater I have ever saw! It is gorgeous! She says that she decided that Diana had to have this sweater. I can't wait to see what Diana will look like in it. I will forever cherish it. Trust me this sweater will be worn with love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also sent me an emergency chocolate bar. I am sure at some point in this wait it will come in handy. Thank you soooo much for being such a great friend and thinking of Diana and I. I am so lucky to have met you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-6473472895308576507?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/6473472895308576507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=6473472895308576507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/6473472895308576507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/6473472895308576507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/04/special-thank-you-to.html' title='A Special Thank You To'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/Rii71Yb9FRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_89DkN39peU/s72-c/100_1844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-7660664559975751101</id><published>2007-04-17T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:55:08.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Months Down</title><content type='html'>Wow!  Even typing those words look amazing.  I know there are many more months to go but if i try to think positively its 6 months closer to Diana.  The wait is so full of ups and downs and there are times I just want to say I quit.  Other times I know that the wait will be well worth it.  There have been recent discussions on many boards I am on about the wait.  All I can say is hang in there.  If you need to take time off to focus on the here and now do it.  If you need more comfort and support from us ask for it.  We are all going to have our ups and downs and will need others in the adoption community who truly understand what we are going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago I believed that we would have Diana in a year from our LID.  That would mean I would be half way through our wait at this point.  The reality is I still have no control over when I will get Diana but I am sure I will wait well past a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to focus on it but it is hard to put it aside as well.  Diana is so much a part of our lives already.  We talk about her as a family.  We make plans that include her.  We buy things for her.  Sometimes I feel it would have been easier if we had not told our family and friends about the adoption.  It can be hard to hear over and over "What's going on with the adoption?"  I know they mean well but when you can't give them a better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt; other than "I don't know"  or "We're still waiting" it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is even harder though is knowing how much our boys already love their sister and just want to have her home.  They stress about when Mommy and Daddy go to China and who will stay with them.  They worry about what will happen when they miss us.  They are excited about meeting Mommy, Daddy and Diana at the airport and finally getting to hug their little sister who they have loved for so long.  So many things to think about when you are six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I change my mind about adopting from China if I knew then what I know now?  Probably not!  I think I would have just kept my mouth shut about it to our family and friends and maybe even to the boys.  At the same time if I had done that Diana would only be a thought in mine and Dave's heart and we wouldn't have been able to share it and have so many people love her already.  Like I said this journey is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roller&lt;/span&gt; coaster like no other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to honor the six months of waiting for Diana I will tell you 6 positive things about this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The friends that I have met.  Some of them I have never met in person others I have.  I have made so many friends who I believe will be my lifetime friends.  The two that I feel most closest to need to be recognized.  The one who I have actually met in person and is truly now one of my best friends is Kelly.  We have been through so much on this journey and knowing she is there has made this so much more bearable.  The other friend I have never met in person but we have had many phone calls and lots of support is Jessica.  Some day we will meet my friend.  Until then know that without you I don't know if I would be the same person that I have become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The new community that I have become a part.  The adoption community is so supportive.  Whether it is a yahoo group or a more local group we have been enveloped in such a good support system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The love we have seen of our family and friends for a little girl that will not be of our biology but will be our daughter none the less.  It amazes us to feel your love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; shower gifts/the secret pal gifts that we have given and also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt;.  This is a great way to make our wait more bearable and a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The quilt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;squares&lt;/span&gt; and wishes that we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; for Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Our faith that has continued to become more and more a part of our lives.  We still haven't started to attend church on a regular basis but I know that it is going to happen soon.  Without our love for God and our faith in Him I don't think any of this would be possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-7660664559975751101?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/7660664559975751101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=7660664559975751101' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/7660664559975751101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/7660664559975751101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/04/6-months-down.html' title='6 Months Down'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-3450594506660641683</id><published>2007-04-13T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T10:35:10.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My crazy life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RiIoE3JJx8I/AAAAAAAAABw/c4xcIhUWooQ/s1600-h/100_1798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053645795850045378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RiIoE3JJx8I/AAAAAAAAABw/c4xcIhUWooQ/s320/100_1798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                         Bailey getting an award for responsibility in school a few weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RiIoFHJJx9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z65Ul_Use9o/s1600-h/100_1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053645800145012690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RiIoFHJJx9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z65Ul_Use9o/s320/100_1826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              Me and the boys before going out to brunch on Easter&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RiIoFnJJx-I/AAAAAAAAACA/x5jaHoNz5fM/s1600-h/100_1827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053645808734947298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RiIoFnJJx-I/AAAAAAAAACA/x5jaHoNz5fM/s320/100_1827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         Dave and the boys on Easter before going out for brunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RiIoF3JJx_I/AAAAAAAAACI/z6DljrwWYpc/s1600-h/100_1828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053645813029914610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RiIoF3JJx_I/AAAAAAAAACI/z6DljrwWYpc/s320/100_1828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    The boys with the Easter Bunny at Brunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RiIoGHJJyAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MLfNb4cr_MA/s1600-h/100_1833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053645817324881922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RiIoGHJJyAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MLfNb4cr_MA/s320/100_1833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                          Our family on Easter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RiIoVHJJyBI/AAAAAAAAACY/KcOT7zYPp2c/s1600-h/100_1837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053646075022919698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RiIoVHJJyBI/AAAAAAAAACY/KcOT7zYPp2c/s320/100_1837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                The igloo kit from my friend Janet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;For those of you who know us personally this will not come as a shock. We truly have a crazy life! Since my last post a lot has happened. Most of it is not good. Anyway on to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Our dishwasher has started not to completely wash our dishes and leave a milky residue on everything as well. We called and set up an appointment to have it looked at but was told that if it wasn't under warranty the guy would charge us $150 just to walk in the door! Ouch! Well we find the receipt and as our luck would have it we bought the dishwasher 14 months ago!!!! We have a much cheaper guy coming to look at it on Tuesday. My hands can't handle too much more washing by hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Last Saturday I tried to get on line and couldn't. I had tons to do so I didn't really worry about it. After returning from errands I try again. Still not working. I start unplugging things and plugging them back in. My modem won't turn on! I was on the phone with AT&amp;T/SBC for 35 minutes! The negatives: My modem is dead and of course that warranty is up too! I had to buy a new modem and they said it would be over a week before I would get it! The positives: I was able to get a month credit for my Internet service. She tells me my modem will be there by Wednesday. As you can tell I have my modem and life on that front is good again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;While I was without Internet service I find out that there were only 2 days worth of referrals this month. Supposedly these are big batches but it still hurts. The positive is that I didn't have Internet service so I didn't read post after post about it and it didn't drag me down as much as I was last month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tuesday I get a big smile on my mail as I get my mail. There is a package from my friend Janet from Canada! I met Janet on my LBRTB group. She is so much fun and I have loved getting to know her. Well one day she had posted inviting any of us out to visit her with the promise of lots of chocolate. I told her the only way I will come is if she teaches me how to make an igloo. Well on Tuesday I open the funniest present I have ever gotten. You guessed it an igloo making kit. The boys and I will have a blast with this. Unfortunately with the kit came snow the next day! We didn't get much, about a half an inch but I don't like SNOW IN APRIL!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Then on Wednesday Dave goes to get air in his tires and sees a nail with bubbles around it. He brings it in to get it patched to find out its in there too deep so he needed a new tire. I'm telling you we have spent way too much money this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On a positive note our half bath is almost completely put together from our diy remodel. I still need to find mirror and get some more accessories but we have definitely made progress. Dave did a good job painting and installing the light fixture. I will give myself kudos for getting all the wall paper down. Oh well, lets hope things start to pick up for the better in our neck of the woods.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; did&lt;/span&gt; each &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;paragraph&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;color&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;honor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;reading&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; her &lt;a href="http://tuiningatreasures.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/30783913-3450594506660641683?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/3450594506660641683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=3450594506660641683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/3450594506660641683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/3450594506660641683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-crazy-life.html' title='My crazy life'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RiIoE3JJx8I/AAAAAAAAABw/c4xcIhUWooQ/s72-c/100_1798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-7143085268087670954</id><published>2007-04-01T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T10:53:18.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Ago....</title><content type='html'>I can hardly believe that it was a year ago that we started on this crazy adoption journey. On March 30, 2006 we submitted our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;application&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CCAI&lt;/span&gt;. On April 1, 2006 we submitted our application to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Glenkirk&lt;/span&gt; (our home study agency). I thought I would post our time-line to show what we have gone through so far in getting Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03-30-06 Sent in application to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CCAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04-01-06 Sent in application to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Glenkirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04-13-06 Had first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;home study&lt;/span&gt; meeting&lt;br /&gt;04-15-06 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CCAI&lt;/span&gt; approval&lt;br /&gt;04-17-06 Sent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CCAI&lt;/span&gt; first payment&lt;br /&gt;04-20-06 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;home study&lt;/span&gt; meeting&lt;br /&gt;05-06-06 2rd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;home study&lt;/span&gt; meeting&lt;br /&gt;05-16-06 Final &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;home study&lt;/span&gt; meeting&lt;br /&gt;07-15-06 Finger prints taken for I-171H&lt;br /&gt;08-31-06 I-171H finally arrives&lt;br /&gt;09-06-06 Dossier sent to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;CCAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09-13-06 Dossier out of critical review&lt;br /&gt;09-19-06 Dossier to China (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;DTC&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;10-17-06 Dossier logged in by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;CCAA&lt;/span&gt; (LID)&lt;br /&gt;11-12-06 Lisa's first vivid dream about Diana&lt;br /&gt;01-30-06 Dave has a dream about a baby girl being abandoned and we adopt her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we still have a long wait ahead of us but so far its been good for the most part.  I have met so many people in person and on line in the adoption community who I know will be lifelong friends.  This journey is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-7143085268087670954?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/7143085268087670954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=7143085268087670954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/7143085268087670954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/7143085268087670954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/04/year-ago.html' title='A Year Ago....'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-7203488975088429899</id><published>2007-03-22T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T08:39:55.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Rebecca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RgPYfKuh3pI/AAAAAAAAABo/CkwsT-GxbtU/s1600-h/100_1792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RgPYfKuh3pI/AAAAAAAAABo/CkwsT-GxbtU/s320/100_1792.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045114037552144018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our CCAI Oct Tea Monkey group has had secret pals for the past 3 months. I have had so much fun spoiling a new friend Andrea W. and getting to know her. I am sure we will continue to stay in touch during the rest of our wait and also after we bring our children home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time I have also been spoiled. My secret pal has finally revealed herself and it is Rebecca! Rebecca and I also "know" each other from our LBRTB group. She has been so inspiring to me during my wait. She has showered me with e-cards, encouragement and of course the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month the final installment was as wonderful as the previous. She is always sweet to remember my boys as well. They say "Thank you for the Pop Rocks! They are AWESOME!" I will tell you thank you from myself and of course Diana. For me she got the cutest key chain. It has polka dots, my name and a ladybug! It is already on my keys and I smile every time I see it and think of you!!! Oh yeah make sure to check out the cute chocolate bugs. So far I have indulged in one and all I can say is YUMMMMMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our sweet Diana she got the cutest flower garden toy!  The flowers light up and play music.  It is sooo sweet!  I can already picture the boys playing with it with Diana.  I can't wait!  Also she got her a Chinese lullaby CD.  I can't wait to rock Diana to sleep while it is playing in the background!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca-Thank you soooo much for all you have done these past three months for me.  I have enjoyed getting to know you better and feel we have formed a lifelong friendship!  You truly have been the best secret pal there is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-7203488975088429899?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/7203488975088429899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=7203488975088429899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/7203488975088429899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/7203488975088429899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/03/thank-you-rebecca.html' title='Thank You Rebecca'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RgPYfKuh3pI/AAAAAAAAABo/CkwsT-GxbtU/s72-c/100_1792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-1300835231136939912</id><published>2007-03-15T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T19:44:41.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March Cyber Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RfnoOfGd_AI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9jsNB2AnY08/s1600-h/100_1789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042316593382423554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RfnoOfGd_AI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9jsNB2AnY08/s320/100_1789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our ladybug group had another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; shower this month. Pam had me and boy did she spoil me and my family. Anyway on to the gifts. For my boys she got them each a Spider Man tablet with pencils and a tootsie roll. They say thank you and haven't stopped using them since they opened them up an hour ago. For me she got me a journal, a bookmark, a magnet and the cutest pair of ladybug socks. (My sister is the queen of fun socks so she will be jealous.) Also there was a beautiful smelling sachet and a small box filled with chocolates for me and hubby. She got Diana the sweetest ladybug pajamas and "Baby's First Book of Prayers" book. As Pam knows my faith is very important to me and will of course be passed on to Diana. I can't wait until Diana is here to wear those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pj's&lt;/span&gt; and read her the prayers! Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; much Pam! Your thoughtfulness is much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;appreciated&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-1300835231136939912?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/1300835231136939912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=1300835231136939912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/1300835231136939912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/1300835231136939912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-cyber-shower.html' title='March Cyber Shower'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RfnoOfGd_AI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9jsNB2AnY08/s72-c/100_1789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-540124190344581081</id><published>2007-03-12T08:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T19:08:20.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughtful Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RfXql_Gd-9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UaQ78tumq0I/s1600-h/scan001001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041193296225762258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RfXql_Gd-9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UaQ78tumq0I/s320/scan001001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I am married to the best guy there is! I compare my husband to some of my other friend's husbands and I have to say I win hands down. Anyway he was away this past week for business. This was the first time in ten years we have been away from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; for that long. It really was a long week. The boys really missed their Daddy. I missed him too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I will share what he did for me. Like I just mentioned we have been together for 10 years. The Wednesday he was gone was the 1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oth&lt;/span&gt; anniversary of our very first date. This is a special date that we always celebrate so it was sad that we wouldn't be together. My wonderful husband sent me a beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;arrangement&lt;/span&gt; of pink roses! The card was even better though! It read "Happy Anniversary! The World and Then Some! Love, Dave" What makes that so special is that is what he said all the time in the beginning of our relationship. Its been a long time since I've read that or heard that. Really made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also while he was gone he got the boys gifts and some stuff for me. The best thing though was that he thought of Diana. He told me one night that he got something for Diana's room. He doesn't usually talk about her or he will roll his eyes when I buy things for her. This was truly him thinking of her. You will see its her name in Chinese and in English. We will have it framed and it will go in her room. He really is the best. Here's to another ten years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-540124190344581081?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/540124190344581081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=540124190344581081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/540124190344581081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/540124190344581081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-thoughtful-husband.html' title='My Thoughtful Husband'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RfXql_Gd-9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UaQ78tumq0I/s72-c/scan001001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-2481962423411207507</id><published>2007-03-05T09:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T16:42:50.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Weekend</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have been really bad about updating my blog. Here is a scrapbook of last weekend when my sister and I took the kids to the Shedd Aquarium. We had a blast! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Click on "Click to play" to go to the site to see the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#DDEBB6;width:310px;height:310px;padding:10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width:310px;height:295px;"&gt;&lt;object width="310" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://secure.smilebox.com/playback/smilebox/BlogGadget.swf?sendevent=4e5441314e446b770a&amp;title=Time+Together&amp;partner=smilebox&amp;webHost=http://www.smilebox.com&amp;host=http://secure.smilebox.com" /&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://secure.smilebox.com/playback/smilebox/BlogGadget.swf?sendevent=4e5441314e446b770a&amp;title=Time+Together&amp;partner=smilebox&amp;webHost=http://www.smilebox.com&amp;host=http://secure.smilebox.com" AllowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent" width="310" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left:auto;margin-right:auto;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:8pt;font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#092499" target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/makeYourOwnRedirect.jsp?partner=smilebox"&gt;Make your own&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="font-size:8pt;font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#092499" target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4e5441314e446b770a"&gt;Click to play&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-2481962423411207507?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/2481962423411207507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=2481962423411207507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/2481962423411207507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/2481962423411207507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/03/last-weekend.html' title='Last Weekend'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-117186017076871851</id><published>2007-02-18T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T18:32:39.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>I hope you will enjoy some facts about &lt;a href="http://http://www.educ.uvic.ca/faculty/mroth/438/CHINA/chinese_new_year.html"&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/a&gt;. Click on the link to see where I copied the information from. You can also learn more about the Chinese New Year there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year starts with the New Moon on the first day of the new year and ends on the full moon 15 days later. The 15th day of the new year is called the Lantern Festival, which is celebrated at night with lantern displays and children carrying lanterns in a parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese calendar is based on a combination of lunar and solar movements. The lunar cycle is about 29.5 days. In order to "catch up" with the solar calendar the Chinese insert an extra month once every few years (seven years out of a 19-yearcycle). This is the same as adding an extra day on leap year. This is why, according to the solar calendar, the Chinese New Year falls on a different date each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve and New Year's Day are celebrated as a family affair, a time of reunion and thanksgiving. The celebration was traditionally highlighted with a religious ceremony given in honor of Heaven and Earth, the gods of the household and the family ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sacrifice to the ancestors, the most vital of all the rituals, united the living members with those who had passed away. Departed relatives are remembered with great respect because they were responsible for laying the foundations for the fortune and glory of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presence of the ancestors is acknowledged on New Year's Eve with a dinner arranged for them at the family banquet table. The spirits of the ancestors, together with the living, celebrate the onset of the New Year as one great community. The communal feast called "surrounding the stove" or weilu. It symbolizes family unity and honors the past and present generations&lt;br /&gt;Taboos and Superstitions of Chinese New Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House Cleaning&lt;br /&gt;The entire house should be cleaned before New Year's Day. On New Year's Eve, all brooms, brushes, dusters, dust pans and other cleaning equipment are put away. Sweeping or dusting should not be done on New Year's Day for fear that good fortune will be swept away. After New Year's Day, the floors may be swept. Beginning at the door, the dust and rubbish are swept to the middle of the parlor, then placed in the corners and not taken or thrown out until the fifth day. At no time should the rubbish in the corners be trampled upon. In sweeping, there is a superstition that if you sweep the dirt out over the threshold, you will sweep one of the family away. Also, to sweep the dust and dirt out of your house by the front entrance is to sweep away the good fortune of the family; it must always be swept inwards and then carried out, then no harm will follow. All dirt and rubbish must be taken out the back door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing In the New Year and Expelling the Old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shooting off firecrackers on New Year's Eve is the Chinese way of sending out the old year and welcoming in the New Year. On the stroke of midnight on New Year's Eve, every door in the house, and even windows, have to be open to allow the old year to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year Activities Set Precendent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All debts had to paid by this time. Nothing should be lent on this day, as anyone who does so will be lending all the year. Back when tinder and flint were used, no one would lend them on this day or give a light to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should refrain from using foul language and bad or unlucky words. Negative terms and the word "four" (Ssu), which sounds like the word for death, are not to be uttered. Death and dying are never mentioned and ghost stories are totally taboo. References to the past year are also avoided as everything should be turned toward the New Year and a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;If you cry on New Year's day, you will cry all through the year. Therefore, children are tolerated and are not spanked, even though they are mischievous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Appearance and Cleanliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Year's Day, we are not suppose to wash our hair because it would mean we would have washed away good luck for the New Year. Red clothing is preferred during this festive occasion. Red is considered a bright, happy color, sure to bring the wearer a sunny and bright future. It is believed that appearance and attitude during New Year's sets the tone for the rest of the year. Children and unmarried friends, as well as close relatives are given lai see, little red envelopes with crisp one dollar bills inserted, for good fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More New Year Superstitions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those most superstitious, before leaving the house to call on others, the Almanac should be consulted to find the best time to leave the home and the direction which is most auspicious to head out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person one meets and the first words heard are significant as to what the fortunes would be for the entire year. It is a lucky sign to see or hear songbirds or red-colored birds or swallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is considered unlucky to greet anyone in their bedroom so that is why everyone, even the sick, should get dressed and sit in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not use knives or scissors on New Year's Day as this may cut off fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While many Chinese people today may not believe in these do's and don'ts, these traditions and customs are still practiced. These traditions and customs are kept because most families realize that it is these very traditions, whether believed or not, that provide continuity with the past and provide the family with an identity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-117186017076871851?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/117186017076871851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=117186017076871851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/117186017076871851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/117186017076871851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-117116716271923581</id><published>2007-02-10T22:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T22:12:42.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LBRTB Cyber Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/1600/914787/100_1691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/320/919629/100_1691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I finally got to open my gift from our most recent cyber shower. Our theme was bath time. I got a duckie mesh bath toy holder that suctions onto the side of the tub. A set of letters and numbers that stick to the tub and a set of ladybug bath toys. All of these things were for Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me my friend got me White Tea Ginger bath salts, a bath tea bag, and a scrub sponge. I also got truffle kisses and almonds! Believe it or not I haven't indulged in any of it yet. I think my bath tub is calling my name though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way friend if you read my blog please reveal yourself so I can personally thank you. I love it all and can't wait for Diana to play with all her cute things....as for the chocolates and the almonds they will be gone long before we bring Diana home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-117116716271923581?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/117116716271923581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=117116716271923581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/117116716271923581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/117116716271923581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/02/lbrtb-cyber-shower.html' title='LBRTB Cyber Shower'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-117013277450012058</id><published>2007-01-29T22:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:33:36.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do I Explain....</title><content type='html'>The feelings in my heart for a baby girl I have yet to meet? The contentment in knowing that eventually she will be in my arms even though I have no idea when? The way my ears perk up when I hear anything mentioned about China? The way my heart races when I see a family that reminds me what my family will eventually look like? How I LOVE my family exactly the way it is now but KNOW that my daughter is waiting for me half way around the world? That this journey is taking longer than I thought it would and for the most part I am fine with that? The yearning in my heart to get to China to soak up the culture but also to bring her to the United States to be with her family? So many questions but the biggest bestest answer is LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE Diana already although I have no idea about who she is....if she is born, if she has been conceived, if she is in an orphanage, if she is in foster care, if she is happy, if she is hungry, if she KNOWS in her heart that there are so many people who truly love her already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patiently(most of the time) I wait for the answers about Diana but in my heart the most important question has been answered. She IS my daughter and nothing could make me happier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-117013277450012058?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/117013277450012058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=117013277450012058' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/117013277450012058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/117013277450012058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-do-i-explain.html' title='How Do I Explain....'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-116951944171869228</id><published>2007-01-22T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T19:33:35.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Does She Know???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/1600/12130/100_1663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/320/22747/100_1663.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have joined in on the secert pal fun of my CCAI Oct LID group.  I have gotten several e-cards and e-mails of encouragement from my pal so far.  About 2 weeks ago I was having a really bad day and my secret pal sent me an e-card that totally brightened my day.  Today was a doozy at work.  I got yelled at by 3 patients and then actually fell on a toy (at work).  I went into the waiting room to ask a patient some more info and when I got up to go back to the reception area I stepped on a toy (a wagon at that) and me and it went into motion and then I fell.  I had a bruise on the side of my leg almost instantly.  I am still sore after advil and it being a few hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I get home today and there on my kitchen table is a cute box with my name on it.  I open it up to find the softest, warmest blanket for Diana.  Also there were warm socks for Diana and even a pair for me!  I really appriciate the thoughtfulness of my secret pal and also her ability to know exactly when I need a pick me up (literally)!  I will cherish the blanket and the socks forever.  When I cuddle up with Diana with this blanket I will think of my secret pal and smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-116951944171869228?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/116951944171869228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=116951944171869228' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116951944171869228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116951944171869228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-does-she-know.html' title='How Does She Know???'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-116944101155534976</id><published>2007-01-21T22:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T10:48:34.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Chicago Bears!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/1600/908211/100_1647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/320/816779/100_1647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Go BEARS Go!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/1600/257541/100_1646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/320/974431/100_1646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bears are number 1!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/1600/543197/100_1645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/320/252952/100_1645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bears Rule!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow what an exciting game today! Our Bears are going to the Super Bowl! I can't believe that its been 21 years since they played their last Super Bowl game. When the announcers mentioned that it was 21 years ago I almost had a heart attack. I remember the Super Bowl Shuffle like it was just a year ago and also remember watching the game. Look out Colts the Bears will eat you alive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The day was not just about the Bears though. The boys had their second swimming lesson and are progressing wonderfully. Their instructor this week was great! The boys really liked her and were very comfortable with her. Can you believe they actually touched the bottom of the pool? Amazing huh? Hopefully by this summer they will be extremely comfortable in the pool. Who knows I may actually get a pool pass if they do well......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In celebration of the Bears winning the division championship we had make your own pizza night. Bailey had pepperoni, a few mushrooms and cheese on his. Matthew had pepperoni, mushrooms, black olives and cheese. Dave was boring and had just cheese. I had mushrooms, black olives, and hot giardiniera....YUMMMMMMM (oh yeah and of course cheese). My mom was here and had the same as me except she had pepperoni as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Super Bowl party this year should be Awesome!! Go BEARS go!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-116944101155534976?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/116944101155534976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=116944101155534976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116944101155534976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116944101155534976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/01/go-chicago-bears.html' title='Go Chicago Bears!!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-116909716327371182</id><published>2007-01-17T22:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T16:01:03.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3 Month Lidaversary!</title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://tuiningatreasures.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janet&lt;/a&gt; always calls the anniversary of her LID her Lidaversary....I told her a long time ago that I was going to have to borrow it...Finally on the third month I am doing what I said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today actually was a very laid back day in our world. The kids had school, I ran errands and Dave worked. I did volunteer in Bailey's class today. I have no idea why they think its a good science project to give kindergarteners real hammers and nails to see what happens.....HELLO these are 5 and 6 year olds!!!!! The horror story of it all is that I did the same project yesterday in Matthew's class. Usually their teachers look at one another's volunteer schedule and have me come in different weeks. I give one Tuesday a month to Matthew's class and one Wednesday a month in Bailey's. Of course the week there are hammers involved I get both classes in the same week. Thanks....I will send the bill for the hearing aid to their teachers...lol. I enjoy getting to spend time in their classes and they love to show their mommy off so its a win-win situation.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the day... I was actually home tonight for the first night in three. Monday night one of my adoption groups had a book club so I went there after dinner. Yesterday my home study agency had a waiting moms meeting. I love these things because all of the people in the room know exactly how I am feeling it and why! Tonight though I made a huge pot of soup and we actually had dinner as a family. I then got to watch American Idol as I cut my fabric for the quilt swap I am participating in from my agency dtc/lid group. Now I just have to get the wishes done. I am TRYING to be better about posting my wishes on my other blog but have been really bad about it lately. Hopefully this weekend I will get it up to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see our lidaversary was nothing special. Although it does mean that we are three months closer to bringing her home.....I just wish I could count down how many more I have to go. Oh well! Meanwhile we continue to think about Diana and pray that she is safe and warm until we can get there.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-116909716327371182?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/116909716327371182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=116909716327371182' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116909716327371182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116909716327371182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-3-month-lidaversary.html' title='Happy 3 Month Lidaversary!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-116849178898880333</id><published>2007-01-10T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:03:09.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Making wishes on the stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/1600/525712/wishstar.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/320/261103/wishstar.gif" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the stars were really out tonight. Dave went to take care of garbage detail and told me there were a ton of stars out tonight. I went out with the camera but I just couldn't get a good picture. They were beautiful and I just stood there in the cold for a few minutes gazing at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl in me couldn't resist the urge to make a wish. Actually I made a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wished that my boys would continue to be healthy and the loves of my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wished that Diana was safe no matter where she is either in utereo or being left somewhere for someone to find her or in an orphanage/foster care.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wished that she could feel my love and know in her heart how many people already love and care about her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wished China would speed up their referrals so we could go get Diana.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are all the same things that I pray for before I go to sleep every night. It just seemed right to wish for them under that big bright sky full stars tonight. I just hope all of my wishes come true.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-116849178898880333?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/116849178898880333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=116849178898880333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116849178898880333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116849178898880333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2007/01/making-wishes-on-stars.html' title='Making wishes on the stars'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-116715630625010533</id><published>2006-12-26T12:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T13:22:23.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Holiday Celebrations</title><content type='html'>Well it is now the day after Christmas and the house looks like a tornado hit it and that is a good thing! We had a very wonderful celebration. On Christmas Eve, my mom and I started to get a heads up on Christmas dinner and make some of the sides a bit early. The boys, Dave and I got ready to go to my in-laws for Christmas Eve dinner. On Christmas Eve we have an elaborate sit down dinner that is full of delicious food. We start with Shrimp Cocktail, a polish mushroom soup and salad. Dinner consisted of periogis, vegetables, two different kinds of fish and scallops. In a word YUM! Thanks Bob and Kathi for another wonderful Christmas eve dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, niece and mother all spent the night so we all woke up at 7am with the kids to see if Santa had come. The three kids were so excited they were besides their selves. Santa came and got them tons of stuff. If Santa forgot anything Grandma and Auntie Debbie made up for it. Later on my aunt, uncle, cousin and his family came over for Christmas dinner. We had a great time! At the end of the night everyone was exhausted but had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend before that was Bailey and Matthews' sixth birthday. Where has the time gone? We had a great kids party at a pizza place where the kids were able to make their own pizzas. Later on my dad, his wife and my baby sister came over before the family party began. It was good to see them for a little bit before everyone got there. The family party was very casual with just cake, cookies and coffee. The boys had a blast and loved everything the got. I will try to post pictures of all the celebrations soon. I have been really lazy about uploading my pictures lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now two months into our wait for baby Diana. Not a day goes by that I don't wonder about her. I wonder if she has been born yet. I wonder if she is missing her birthmom. I wonder if she feels peace that one day I will be there to get her. So many emotions.....tonight as always I will say a prayer for my sweet baby girl. I will pray that she is safe and that she can feel my love. Diana...Mommy will be there as soon as I can. I love you and miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-116715630625010533?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/116715630625010533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=116715630625010533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116715630625010533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116715630625010533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2006/12/our-holiday-celebrations.html' title='Our Holiday Celebrations'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-116589090656099488</id><published>2006-12-11T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T23:42:30.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bailey's Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/1600/256754/103_1493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/320/517509/103_1493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Before school this morning...all his teeth are there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/1600/715545/103_1498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/320/17044/103_1498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After school: hey there's a tooth missing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/1600/941849/103_1501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/320/248653/103_1501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bailey with a missing tooth, his sticker and treasure chest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I get the mommy-of-the-year award for a split second this morning again! The boys are eating breakfast and I'm perched at my computer. I hear Bailey say "Ouch! I bit my tooth!" I tell him to continue eating and stop messing around. He says that he thinks he may have made his tooth loose. I tell him no and to continue eating. He says "Mommy, I really think my tooth is wobbly!" So I get up to prove him wrong and instead it is me who is proved wrong! His tooth is definitely loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proceeds to tell me that he doesn't want his tooth to fall out at home. If you lose your tooth at school you get a treasure chest for it. I tell him that he won't lose it today. I tell him its too soon. Well yet again today Mommy was proven wrong. Dave calls me from home to tell me that Bailey indeed lost his tooth at school today. He got to go to the nurses office where he got to get his treasure chest for his tooth. He also got a sticker that said he lost his tooth. My baby is growing up! He lost his first tooth just in time for his birthday. I just hope that Matthew loses a tooth soon so he can catch up with his brother. Lets see what the Tooth Fairy leaves...With inflation in the past 20 some years...yikes!!! I'll keep you posted! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-116589090656099488?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/116589090656099488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=116589090656099488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116589090656099488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116589090656099488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2006/12/baileys-tooth.html' title='Bailey&apos;s Tooth'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-116588953630461125</id><published>2006-12-11T19:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T06:00:06.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/1600/160728/103_1497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/320/449408/103_1497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All my wonderful gifts!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/1600/228406/103_1495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/320/544875/103_1495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gifts for Diana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/1600/632179/103_1494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/320/621701/103_1494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gifts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have participated in a Secret Santa Exchange in my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ladybug Red Thread Believers group&lt;/span&gt;. We filled out a wish list of gifts we would like and then we chose numbers to determine who we would get. We open the gifts as we receive them, post about them and then guess who it was from. I sent my gift out last week....Can't say who it was or what I got them because they have to guess and we won't reveal until everyone has their gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AWESOME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;gift today!!!! My Santa sure knows how to spoil a person! I got a set of three candles. One was Orange/clove, one was grapefruit/ginger and the last was olive/sage. They smell wonderful! I got the most beautiful cookbook ever! Its from William Sonoma and its titled "Savoring China". The recipes sound yummy and the photography is incredible. If this was not enough my Santa even thought of Diana! She got Diana the cutest jeans and a matching top. She also got peeka-boo blocks and the littlest barrettes I have ever seen. Also there was a picture frame Christmas ornament. I have already decided I will put Diana's referral picture in it to remind me of my wonderful Santa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Secret Santa, Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Your thoughtfulness has truly warmed my heart. I can't wait to continue on this fabulous journey with you! I hope you and your family have a very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-116588953630461125?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/116588953630461125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=116588953630461125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116588953630461125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116588953630461125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2006/12/secret-santa.html' title='Secret Santa'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-116575915563307243</id><published>2006-12-10T07:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T21:24:09.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday questionnaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My friend &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Leslie&lt;/span&gt; asked that I do this. It really is a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; one. For those fellow &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; out there consider &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt; tagged. Leave me a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;comment&lt;/span&gt; that you did it so I will &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt; out your answers. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; Christmas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Egg Nog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wrap them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Colored lights on tree/house or white? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;White on the trees in the house, colored outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Do you hang mistletoe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. When do you put your decorations up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I start the day after Thanksgiving and usually have it finished within a week or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sweet potato casserole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Favorite Holiday memory as a child: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me and my sister waking up at 2am to see if Santa had come or not and looking in our stockings at all the stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Santa IS real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We open gifts from in-laws on Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 How do you decorate your Christmas Tree? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tree in family room has all sorts of decorations. Tree in living room is red and silver and clear ornaments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. Snow! Love it or Dread it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love it so long as I don't have to drive in it before the plows have gotten there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. Can you ice skate? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Haven't tried in years....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. What's the most important thing about the Holidays for you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Seeing the magic of Christmas on my boys' faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My mom's pumpkin pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15. What is your favorite holiday tradition? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Having Christmas day at my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16. Which do you prefer giving or receiving? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Giving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;17. What's your favorite Christmas Song? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Silent Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18. Candy Canes! Yuck or Yum?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;YUMMMMMMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-116575915563307243?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/116575915563307243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=116575915563307243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116575915563307243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116575915563307243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday-questionnaire.html' title='Holiday questionnaire'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-116520397615740265</id><published>2006-12-03T21:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:54:47.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/1600/622566/103_1481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/320/803114/103_1481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/1600/733973/103_1480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/320/672767/103_1480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/1600/90243/103_1468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/320/350905/103_1468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/1600/737832/103_1464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/320/705380/103_1464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was 60 degrees on Tuesday and Thursday night it started sleeting. Sometime in the middle of the night it started to snow. I got a phone call from the boys' school at 7am stating there was no school. I still needed to get to work so I took the boys to the sitter's. I got stuck in the snow twice before getting to work. The commute which takes me typically 10-15 minutes took me 40 minutes! I was at work for about 4 hours. When I got to the sitter's to pick up the boys she said they lasted in the snow for 9 minutes. It was very cold and windy. Upon getting home Dave was shoveling the driveway. It took him 2.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was much nicer and the boys played in the snow for about an hour. They made snow angels, threw snowballs and climbed mountains of snow that everyone created to shovel out their driveways. We came back inside for yummy hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to my brother and sister in law's house to borrow their hill. It is the perfect size for almost six year olds. They had a great time going down the hill on their sleds for almost a half hour. It was pretty cold again so I knew they wouldn't last too long. They were much braver this year with going down on their tummies and even on their knees. After they were done sledding it was time for more hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say it was the perfect weekend for little boys! Enjoy the pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-116520397615740265?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/116520397615740265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=116520397615740265' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116520397615740265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116520397615740265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2006/12/winter-fun.html' title='Winter Fun'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-116495077362442968</id><published>2006-11-30T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T16:39:16.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2443/3308/320/628420/103_1438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana's 1st beanie baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two days I have been feeling a bit sad. Yesterday started fine with getting the boys off to school and then having breakfast with my friend Dorothy. She gave me two great presents. One was two lavender votive holders with butterflies and tea lights to put in them. The other was my first gift from someone to Diana. Ty has out a Dora the Explorer Beanie baby from the World Adventure series that is wearing a Chinese outfit. It was so sweet of her to think of Diana like that. She really is a great friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home did some more decorating. I printed my pictures for my Christmas cards. Addressed and signed most of the cards. Later on I picked up the boys and we headed to Target to get new stocking holders. I automatically picked up three since I hope to have Diana home in time for Christmas next year and I wanted them to at least kinda match. We then were in the aisle looking at stockings and for some reason I decided to get new ones for the boys since theirs were the cheap drug store type....well they had 3 different scenes and colors. I grabbed them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening I really started to think about things and began to miss Diana terribly. I knew from the beginning that there was no way we would have her this year but I think the reality that we will be waiting a long time has finally set in. I hate not having control or even an idea as to when we will get her. I know that it is all in God's timing and that I have no control but it is hard especially when you are me, a complete control freak. In this adventure I have began to learn to give up control (a little bit). It is hard though and right now I am feeling a bit down about things. It doesn't help that CCAA just posted the referrals of only 14 days worth of LIDs. I keep saying to myself "this month we will see more LIDs worth of referrals".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope things start to speed up eventually. I know this is the way we are suppose to build our family and I know that we will have Diana eventually. Its just very hard to wait and not know when we will change from a party of 4 to a party of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have gotten through all of this thanks for letting me vent. Hopefully I will have something more positive to say next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-116495077362442968?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/116495077362442968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=116495077362442968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116495077362442968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116495077362442968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2006/11/little-down.html' title='A Little Down'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-116399513532000323</id><published>2006-11-19T21:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T12:23:43.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bailey's surgery</title><content type='html'>Well I have finally gotten a few minutes to post about Bailey and his surgery. For those of you who don't know Bailey has crossed eyes. He has been in glasses for over two years and for a while it seemed like the bi-bifocals were making his eyes look straight. About 3 months ago you could still see him crossing his eyes even with the glasses on. The doctor said it was time to do the surgery to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met with the doctor who would do the surgery and he wanted to get some of his own numbers before he did anything. Last month he saw Bailey again and said it was time to schedule the surgery. It was done on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff at the hospital was incredible! I can not say enough about them! When Bailey got out of surgery he was really scared because he couldn't see at all. I wish I would have known that because I could have at least warned him. He was scared, angry and in his own words "I'm not happy at all!" for quite sometime. We got him home he ate a bit and then slept. He of course napped off and on all day and when he wasn't napping he was complaining of pain or because he couldn't see. The doctor called that night to check on him and the nurse who took care of him after he was out of recovery actually called to see how he was too! Like I said I was completely impressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I will admit that I was panicking. He woke up and could not/would not open his eyes at all. He was crying in pain and could not stand ANY light. We got him to the eye doctor(pre-scheduled appointment) and they immediately came and looked at him. The doctor put special drops in his eyes and cleaned up all the blood, mucus and tears that had congealed and lo and behold he opened his eyes and could see again! We now have to clean his eyes every time he wakes up. On Friday and Saturday he has complained about the pain less and less. Today I think he only complained once. Tomorrow he goes back to school with no PE or recess until we see the doctor again on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank everyone for their prayers, concerns and well wishes. We really appreciate all that has been done for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note Friday was family turkey lunch at school. Since Bailey was not in school and no where near ready to be out and about I went and had lunch with Matthew while Dave stayed home with Bailey. It was fun hanging out with Matthew and having lunch with him at school. He loved having lunch with Mommy.....&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;note to self: next year bring your lunch...remember cardboard turkey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-116399513532000323?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/116399513532000323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=116399513532000323' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116399513532000323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116399513532000323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2006/11/baileys-surgery.html' title='Bailey&apos;s surgery'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-116351401288682583</id><published>2006-11-14T08:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T07:52:51.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boys Artwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/000_0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/320/000_0169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/000_0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/320/000_0168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys had to decorate a turkey that was brought home from school. The instructions suggested that they use noodles, beads, pasta, magazine clippings, stickers, etc. Bailey decided we should cut out pictures from a magazine. I suggested cutting out pictures of food and using that. He LOVED that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew decided to use stickers and he really went to town. There are stickers of ladybugs, frogs, squirrels, airplanes, cars and the list goes on! The are really great! I hope you enjoy them!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-116351401288682583?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/116351401288682583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=116351401288682583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116351401288682583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116351401288682583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2006/11/boys-artwork.html' title='The Boys Artwork'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-116342756441620684</id><published>2006-11-13T08:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T21:49:46.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream about Diana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/000_0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/320/000_0164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever have a dream that you really wanted to know how it ended? Ever get upset that the alarm clock interrupted a really good dream? Well that was me this morning. I woke up about 6:15am and realized I had never set my alarm before going to bed last night. I turn it on and amazingly fall back asleep in minutes. Well unfortunately my alarm clock did its job and woke me up 45 minutes later. The problem is I was having my first VIVID dream about Diana!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream I was looking through her referral papers. All that I know from the dream is that she never had any immunization. I don't know her birthday, her age, what she likes or dislikes or her Chinese name. I don't know what she looks like. Basically I know all I knew about her before but now I feel cheated that I may have found out more in this dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am recording this down so I will know if this date has any significance on her life. I think about Diana everyday but I am sure that she will be even more on my mind today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet baby girl Diana, know that today like always Mommy is thinking of you and wishing you were in her arms. I love you and miss you more than you will ever know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-116342756441620684?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/116342756441620684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=116342756441620684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116342756441620684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116342756441620684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2006/11/dream-about-diana.html' title='Dream about Diana'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-116296323008293390</id><published>2006-11-07T23:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T17:59:10.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another blog...</title><content type='html'>I have created a new blog to post the squares and wishes we get for Diana's quilt.  Feel free to check it from time to time to see all the great squares we are getting.  As of now we have 13 squares and 12 wishes.  We have a long way to go but I have confidence between our friends and family and then the quilt swaps I am in we will get close to 100 if not more.  This is really fun.  Please check it out!  &lt;a href="http://100goodwishesfordiana.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://100goodwishesfordiana.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-116296323008293390?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/116296323008293390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=116296323008293390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116296323008293390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116296323008293390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-blog.html' title='Another blog...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-116244577004801967</id><published>2006-11-01T23:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T20:53:54.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyber Showers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/103_1407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/320/103_1407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From Kari!  Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/103_1403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/320/103_1403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/103_1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/320/103_1404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both the bracelet and the PJs are from Terri!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to too many yahoo groups to mention! Two of our groups just had their first cyber showers. For those of you who have no idea what I am talking about you put your name in a database and then someone emails you the info for someone and you buy a gift within the price range and within the theme. The gifts are suppose to be for the baby unless otherwise specified. Everyone then opens them on the same day and reveals who their pal was and what they got. I have to say I had so much fun shopping for my pal and then of course getting gifts in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A HUGE thank you to Terri from Ladybugs, Red Thread Believers...our theme (after our group) was Ladybugs. Terri got me the cutest ladybug pajamas and a cute bracelet from the &lt;a href="http://journeytome.com"&gt;Journey&lt;br /&gt;To Me Boutique&lt;/a&gt;!!! I LOVE IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another HUGE thank you to Kari from my Sept DTC/LID group...our theme was the Zoo. Kari is very talented and hand-sewn the cutest sock monkey! I know that Diana is going to love her! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-116244577004801967?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/116244577004801967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=116244577004801967' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116244577004801967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116244577004801967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2006/11/cyber-showers.html' title='Cyber Showers'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-116230373423788820</id><published>2006-10-31T08:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T14:27:55.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/103_1321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/320/103_1321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/103_1339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/320/103_1339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/103_1332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/320/103_1332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are from when we were at The Shedd Aquarium this friday. I will post pictures from today later this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-116230373423788820?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/116230373423788820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=116230373423788820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116230373423788820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116230373423788820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-116222984881979151</id><published>2006-10-30T08:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T10:10:21.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom Makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/103_1237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/200/103_1237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/103_1240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/200/103_1240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/103_1356.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/200/103_1356.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/103_1353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/200/103_1353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/103_1354.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/200/103_1354.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/103_1349.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/200/103_1349.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/103_1346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/200/103_1346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/103_1345.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/200/103_1345.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the "kids" bathroom is finally done. Dave had the majority of it done over a month ago. We just waited to have someone help us install the light fixture. Thanks Bob, we really appriciate it! So here is exactly what my husband did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He put in new flooring.&lt;br /&gt;2. He put in new hooks, a towel bar and and new toliet paper holder.&lt;br /&gt;3. He took down the ugly border and then paited the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks a million times better. I of course, had so much fun adding all the cutesy stuff to the bathroom. We are not quite done with that but it is now so much more than before. The boys love their redecorated bathroom and say Diana will love it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-116222984881979151?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/116222984881979151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=116222984881979151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116222984881979151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116222984881979151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2006/10/bathroom-makeover.html' title='Bathroom Makeover'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-116157444953386119</id><published>2006-10-22T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T04:23:55.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute outfits for Diana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-9d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-9d.slide.com&amp;channel=144115188075891613&amp;cy=bl&amp;il=1" width="425" height="325" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:425px;text-align:left"&gt;&lt;a style="vertical-align:middle" href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=144115188075891613&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=1&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9d.slide.com/h2/144115188075891613/bl_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/slide3.gif" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=144115188075891613&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=1&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;Get Your Own!&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/msview/ticker?cid=144115188075891613&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=1&amp;at=0" target="_blank"&gt;View Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-116157444953386119?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/116157444953386119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=116157444953386119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116157444953386119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116157444953386119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2006/10/cute-outfits-for-diana.html' title='Cute outfits for Diana'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-116156865938315021</id><published>2006-10-22T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:00:19.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Celebrating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/103_1294.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/320/103_1294.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/103_1291.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/320/103_1291.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/103_1289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/320/103_1289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/103_1288.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/320/103_1288.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   &lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this weekend we did lots of celebrating of our LID. The boys and I went to a craft fair. (They were SOOOOO thrilled NOT.) Then I found the cutest children's consignment store in our town. Ok, ok so I've lived here for 3 years and have yet to wander in there before this weekend. Lookout world I have found a slice of little girl heaven. This store had so many cute little girl clothes that are used (you could barely tell on most things) and reasonably priced. Did I mention they were having a sale this weekend???? I got Diana a few outfits that I just hope will fit her during the right season. If not I will give them away or give them to her orphanage when we go to China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took the boys to pick out their pumpkins and get their Halloween costumes. Bailey will be Superman and Matthew will be the red Power Ranger. They look so cute in them but I did not take pictures yet. Trust me there will be tons next week. We then went out to dinner at Red Robin. It is a chain and if you haven't been yet I urge you to go. This was our first time and I guarantee you it won't be our last. Can you say delicious????? I swear I will get back on my diet tomorrow.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to do some major LID shopping. Kelly and Jenny this means you....Check your calendars. Beware husbands!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-116156865938315021?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/116156865938315021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=116156865938315021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116156865938315021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116156865938315021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2006/10/weekend-celebrating.html' title='Weekend Celebrating'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-116138868956059498</id><published>2006-10-20T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T20:47:12.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/IMG_1025[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/320/IMG_1025%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got home from work today to see the best email I have gotten in a long time. It was from our agency saying that we now have a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LID&lt;/span&gt; of 10-17-06!!! That is awesome!! Basically what this means is that our wait truly begins now. Referrals are given out based on your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LID&lt;/span&gt;. Right now it is taking 14-16 months after &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LID&lt;/span&gt; to get your referral. This can go up or down at any moment. Of course we are praying that it goes down at least a little bit but we realize its all in God's timing and when &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OUR&lt;/span&gt; baby is ready for us we will be there as quickly as we can for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Diana....we don't know if you have even been born yet but Mommy, Daddy, Bailey and Matthew love you and can't wait to see you Sweetie. You are in our prayers every day baby girl!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-116138868956059498?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/116138868956059498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=116138868956059498' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116138868956059498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116138868956059498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2006/10/lid.html' title='LID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-116117781748574155</id><published>2006-10-18T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T00:40:48.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Give A Mom A Muffin.....</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine emailed this to me and I was hilarious. I JUST had to share. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;If you give a mom a muffin, She'll want a cup of coffee to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;She'll pour herself some. Her three-year-old will spill the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;She'll wipe it up. Wiping the floor, she will find dirty socks.&lt;br /&gt;She'll&lt;br /&gt;remember she has to do laundry. When she puts the laundry in the&lt;br /&gt;washer,&lt;br /&gt;she'll trip over boots and bump into the freezer. Bumping into the&lt;br /&gt;freezer&lt;br /&gt;will remind her she has to plan supper. She will get out a pound of&lt;br /&gt;hamburger. She'll look for her cookbook (101 Things To Make With A&lt;br /&gt;Pound&lt;br /&gt;of Hamburger.) The cookbook is sitting under a pile of mail. She&lt;br /&gt;will&lt;br /&gt;see the phone bill, which is due tomorrow. She will look for her&lt;br /&gt;checkbook. The checkbook is in her purse that is being dumped out by&lt;br /&gt;her&lt;br /&gt;two-year-old the phone will ring. Her five-year-old will answer and&lt;br /&gt;hang&lt;br /&gt;up. She'll remember that she wants to phone a friend to come for&lt;br /&gt;coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of coffee will remind her that she was going to have a cup.&lt;br /&gt;She&lt;br /&gt;will pour herself some. And chances are, if she has a cup of coffee,&lt;br /&gt;her&lt;br /&gt;kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;By Kathy Fictorie, based on "If you Give a Mouse a Cookie" by Laura&lt;br /&gt;Numeroff&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-116117781748574155?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/116117781748574155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=116117781748574155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116117781748574155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116117781748574155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-you-give-mom-muffin.html' title='If You Give A Mom A Muffin.....'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-116048732189584034</id><published>2006-10-10T08:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:51:27.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn, Scarecrows and Moons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k228/journeytodiana/103_1271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the scarecrows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k228/journeytodiana/103_1267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never saw a ladybug scarecrow before ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k228/journeytodiana/103_1270.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys with a scarecrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was really busy as are most but this one was definitely the most fun in a while. The weather was beyond perfect. I think it was in the 70's all weekend. Saturday we went to the Scarecrow festival a couple towns over. It is a yearly event where people enter scarecrows in different categories. There is a carnival, craft show and all sorts of family fun activities. We have gone for the past three years and have so much fun each year. This year Dave's brother, sister-in-law and our nephew (Matthew's God-father) joined us as well. I am posting a few pictures from the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was so nice out that the boys and I walked to our local park and the boys played. While they were playing I was able to read a little bit of my book about attaching in adoption. I am two thrids of the way through the book and it has been very informative. I will post more later about that. Anyway the walk to the park was so refreshing and beautiful. This is my favorite time of year to begin with. I love all the colors and the smell of autumn. I have posted a picture of some trees on an island in the middle of the river. It is soooo cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you take some time to gaze into the moon this weekend? I did and it was beautiful. I just wish I would have had my camera out to capture it. I will give you a brief summary of the history of the Mid Autumn Moon festival in China. This will be another tradition we will celebrate with Diana. Thanks to Tina for posting the info on her blog so I can just paste it here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also known as the "Full Moon Festival," the Mid-Autumn festival falls on the fifteen day of the eighth lunar month. At this time, the moon's orbit is at its lowest angle to the horizon, making the moon appear brighter and larger than any other time of the year. In the Western tradition, it is also called the Hunter's Moon or Harvest Moon. According to the lunar calendar, it is also the exact middle of autumn (which begins in the seventh month and ends in the ninth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Chinese, this festival is similar to the American Thanksgiving holiday, celebrating a bountiful harvest. Compared to many Chinese festivals that are inundated with vibrant colors and sounds, the Mid-Autumn festival remains more subdued. Traditionally celebrated outdoors under the moonlight, people eat moon cakes and gaze at the moon. In modern times, barbecues with families and friends are also common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Historical Anecdote&lt;br /&gt;The Mongol Hordes of Ghengis Khan subjugated the Chinese, and established the Yuan Dynasty in the 13th Century. However, many Chinese resented the fact that they were ruled by a foreign regime. In the 14th Century, Liu Bouwen helped plot the overthrow of the Yuan Dynasty by organizing resistance. Secret messages were passed along in mooncakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of thinking of Diana this weekend wondering if she has been born or even conceived yet. I can't wait to get to China to get our newest family member.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-116048732189584034?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/116048732189584034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=116048732189584034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116048732189584034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/116048732189584034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2006/10/autumn-scarecrows-and-moons.html' title='Autumn, Scarecrows and Moons'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-115974408040677391</id><published>2006-10-01T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T16:20:29.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/d/3;9;66;0;0/c/-24.2/t/-67.8/k/54c5/weight.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I thought I would tell you about my weight loss journey. I have struggled with my weight for years now. I joined Weight Watchers when the boys were a little over a year. It took me close to a year but I lost 45 lbs and weighed less than the weight that is on my driver's licenses for the first time since getting my license at 18. I then slowly began to put all the weight and then some back on. I joined WW again but after losing a little I stopped going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to May of this year. I was really &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;disgusted&lt;/span&gt; with myself and decided to join WW again but this time I am determined to lose the weight and keep it off. When I joined I was at an all time high for me. Since May I have lost 24.2 lbs. I still have a long way to go but I intend to do this the healthy way and to keep it off this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month in another effort to become healthier I joined Curves. I have to admit I really like it. I go three times a week and am out of there in less than an hour. When you join they do all sorts of measurements and of course weigh you. They repeat this on a monthly basis to gage your progress. I am happy to say in the course of a month between this and WW I have lost 5 lbs and also lost 6.5 inches. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Way to go me!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I know this is a lifetime battle but I know I can do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-115974408040677391?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/115974408040677391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=115974408040677391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/115974408040677391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/115974408040677391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2006/10/weight-loss.html' title='Weight loss'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-115915472162973110</id><published>2006-09-24T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T16:58:47.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dtc presents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/000_0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/320/000_0141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Go White Sox!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/000_0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/320/000_0134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ladybug, Ladybug....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my friend Kelly and I went shopping. We were celebrating the fact that I am finally dtc and also her dossier is finished being reviewed by the CCAA (Chinese side of the the adoption process). She got a really cool diaper bag and some pjs for her baby-to-be Hannah. I got a Swarovski crystal ladybug for me and then I got Diana a White Sox outfit. For those of you who don't know my husband he is a diehard Sox fan. I have been keeping an eye out for something Sox for Diana so today was the day. It is white with pink stripes and the Sox emblem and then it has a pink skirt. It is too cute!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-115915472162973110?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/115915472162973110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=115915472162973110' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/115915472162973110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/115915472162973110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2006/09/dtc-presents.html' title='dtc presents'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-115889810494035989</id><published>2006-09-21T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:32:51.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DTC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/chengxian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/320/chengxian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everyone we are one step closer to getting our baby girl!! Our dossier has been sent to China as of 9-19-06. I expected to get an email from my agency but happened on our parent access page and there it was in black and white!!!! Now we wait for it to be logged into China and our wait will offically begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana....Mommy and Daddy are getting closer to you. I don't think that you have been born yet but are already alive in our hearts. We love you and can't wait to meet you baby girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-115889810494035989?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/115889810494035989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=115889810494035989' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/115889810494035989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/115889810494035989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2006/09/dtc.html' title='DTC'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-115867164605003345</id><published>2006-09-19T08:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T08:19:25.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hundred Good Wish Quilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;For those of you who got this letter in the mail it is just another reminder of what we are doing for Diana. Those of you who did not get a hard copy of this please read on and you can go to the link in order to see some samples of the way these quilts are made. Currently we have not decided on a style. We will keep you updated though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.cox.net/~joannanorman/quilt/index.html"&gt;http://members.cox.net/~joannanorman/quilt/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Family and Friends, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a tradition in the northern part of China of making a "100 Good Wishes Quilt" to welcome and celebrate a new life. The quilt maker invites 100 people to contribute a single square patch of cloth. Historically, the squares were scraps from their worn clothing and it is said that the luck, energy, and good wishes of the people who wore these clothes now surrounds the child when he/she is wrapped in the quilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would like to follow the tradition of the 100 Good Wishes Quilt for our daughter-to-be. We would love for you to send a square of new fabric to add to Diana’s quilt. Any fabric that is beautiful to you will be beautiful to us, and to her. If you are interested, here's what we'd need: 1) 7" x 7" square(s) of material that has mostly cotton content (washed and ironed before cutting the square to allow for shrinkage). If more than one square is sent from your family please make sure you include a “wish” for each square.2) Along with your quilt square(s) please include a "wish" which could be a, poem, thoughtful quote, original thought, or whatever you choose, on a piece of paper along with your name. Please no larger than an 8x8 sheet! 3) On this piece of paper with the wish and your name, paste a small square of the fabric that you're sending for the quilt. This small swatch will help us to identify your fabric within the quilt. The piece of paper can be as simple or as fancy as you'd like to make it: you can handwrite it, print it out, scrapbook it, fancy it up anyway that you would like. These will be kept in a scrapbook for Diana to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to contribute, we respectfully ask that we would receive the squares by January 30th so that we have plenty of time to have it and the book made before we travel to China.&lt;br /&gt;Your help will make this a wonderful keepsake. Thank you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa, Dave, Bailey and Matthew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-115867164605003345?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://members.cox.net/~joannanorman/quilt/index.html' title='One Hundred Good Wish Quilt'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/115867164605003345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=115867164605003345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/115867164605003345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/115867164605003345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-hundred-good-wish-quilt.html' title='One Hundred Good Wish Quilt'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-115863265961585598</id><published>2006-09-18T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T13:41:57.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/103_1179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/320/103_1179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Completed dossier papers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/103_1244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/320/103_1244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Matthew getting big!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/103_1259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/320/103_1259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Apple picking 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/103_1242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/320/103_1242.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;                                                                                  Bailey getting big!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry its been so long since I posted but things have been a little crazy around here. I will recap as best as I can in a not too boring way (I hope). While Dave was off he painted and re-tiled the kids' bathroom. We put in new towel bars, tp holder and hooks. I will show off his handy work once my cousin Jeff comes to install the new light fixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also while dave was off we took the boys apple picking. We have been doing this every year as a family since the boys were 3. Dave and I have been doing it almost yearly since we began dating. We really have a good time. It is a family tradition that I look forward to every year. I will be making at least one apple pie and a few crisps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One the adoption front we are out of critical review and on to translation. It is good to know we made it out of the review room with no errors. We should be out of translation and off to China (our documents that is) by the end ofthe week. We still have a slight chance of having a LID (log in date) in Sept. This is the date that our wait truely begins. I will not make any predictions on the wait other than I really hope that we will be able to travel to China sometime next summer. If not then it is all in God's hands and when our daughter is ready for us we will be there to get her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-115863265961585598?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/115863265961585598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=115863265961585598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/115863265961585598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/115863265961585598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2006/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30783913.post-115777300382050816</id><published>2006-09-08T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T17:02:10.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dossier to CCAI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/1600/BugsDancing.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2443/3308/320/BugsDancing.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I got the confirmation that CCAI received my dossier. They are saying they will have it for 9-11 business days providing there aren't any problems. If it is problem free it will be sent off to China. I will definitely be DTC in Sept. I will have to see what my LID is....boy am I getting ahead of myself...LOL. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my adoption friends out there who got their LIDs this week congratulations!!! I hope you will all go celebrate and enjoy knowing that you are on your way. I may be bringing up the rear but I'm glad to know I am in good company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30783913-115777300382050816?l=journeytodiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/feeds/115777300382050816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30783913&amp;postID=115777300382050816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/115777300382050816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30783913/posts/default/115777300382050816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytodiana.blogspot.com/2006/09/dossier-to-ccai.html' title='Dossier to CCAI'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09418306443635970169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rSTR4Iuqre4/RuTE7SzH3YI/AAAAAAAAANc/ZwgHIptMmyI/s200/butterfly-blue%5B1%5D.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
