<?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-8614825568706294451</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:15:03.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Spilled Milk</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745792960532085427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614825568706294451.post-3875711778225252953</id><published>2008-08-23T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:19:51.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a rut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No, I didn't disappear again, it's just the lovely month of August has gotten it's hands on me yet again.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, I am usually a pretty private person. I blog a lot about my dad and his health, and my crazy family, but other than that, I just keep things to myself. I am really good at just smiling and saying "Everything is GREAT". Most of the time it is. I have some really amazing kids, I mean I know every mother thinks that, but seriously, I have amazing kids! lol. I have two jobs I love. I have my own Photography business that is going really well, and I'm really happy, and proud of myself about that. I work a "real" job, raise two children, take care of my family, and still make time to follow my dreams, and do what makes me passionate. I know so many people who can't say that. And in the same breath, I have SO many amazing friends who CAN say that. I'm proud of myself that I have found such amazing friends in life. I mean I really have great people around me, and sometimes, without some of you, I may lose it! lol.   However, the last few months have been really rough on me. My Dad has been seriously sick, and it is only going down hill for him. I've had a couple of SUPER close friends of mine kind of fade out of my life, which is sad. I've been running myself into the ground trying to do everything I need to do for everyone else, and I feel so unappreciated by a good amount of those people.And I'm just not doing enough for ME! I feel like I work and work and work, and no one notices. I just gets so old sometimes. Everyone I know is so busy right now, no one has time for eachother anymore, which makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;   I'm so sick of helping out my family. I do and do and do and do some more for them, but the second I need anything (with the acception of my father) they bail. Why do people think that's ok? Don't they have any kind of moral compass? I wouldn't be able to sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;  On top of all of this, the month of August is always rough. Every year it's a rough rough month. Greg is gone for virtually the whole month. Teaching band camps at different schools. I talk to him maybe 2 or 3 times a week. Which is not made any better by the fact that when I DO talk to him, and tell him I miss him, I am told, he's been too busy to even think about it. I KNOW he didn't mean it in any bad way, but SHEESH that hurts. I am working every minute of everyday, taking care of the children, cooking, cleaning, working, yet, I still find time to miss him. Ugh. I have no vehicle while he's gone either, so it's me and two kids hanging out in and around home. 24/7 with an acception when i have a photo shoot, or go into a store for HP, in which, i am still WORKING. NO me time at all this month.&lt;br /&gt;   I feel like there are very few people in my life right now who DO appreciate me. I'm not saying I'm some wonderful person, but I work my butt off not only for myself, but for other people as well. And maybe that right there is my downfall. I have too good of a heart, and I like to help too much.&lt;br /&gt;  I just think I deserve way more respect, and appreciation than I am getting right now, and I'm really getting sick of it. I feel like I'm stuck in a rut, and I'm not sure how to get out. At this current moment, I want to make some really rash decisions, that could change a lot of things in my life, however, I won't. I'll just sit around wait, wait, waiting on someone to open their eyes, and see what's been right infront of them the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Gold star for whoever made it down here.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to give a HUGE THANK YOU to those of you who have noticed, and have been there for me. I don't want to list names, cuz I am afraid I'd forget someone and then feel like crap about it forever, but I really DO know who you are. And Thanks, a lot, you're saving me from complete depression! haha.&lt;br /&gt;FYI - NO I am not depressed. I love my family, and I love my life, I am just fed up with people taking advantage of me, and not noticing all that i do for them, and I'm not sure where to go from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614825568706294451-3875711778225252953?l=morespilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3875711778225252953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614825568706294451&amp;postID=3875711778225252953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/3875711778225252953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/3875711778225252953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-rut.html' title='In a rut'/><author><name>-Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745792960532085427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614825568706294451.post-7841643687660421494</id><published>2008-07-31T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T20:30:49.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterly Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When I got pregnant for the first time, I was secretly hoping it was a girl. I would have been thrilled, excited, and thankful either way, but I wanted to dress her up in frilly dresses, and bows in her hair. I got my wish.&lt;br /&gt;When I got pregnant the second time, I would have been happy either way. If I had a girl, she would have a big sister to play with, and if I had a boy, I would have one of each. I got another girl, and I was SO excited. Now I would have two beautiful little girls. WHY DIDNT ANYONE EVER REMIND ME WHAT IT'S LIKE TO HAVE A SISTER? I mean, I should have known what I was in for, I had 3 sisters growing up.&lt;br /&gt;Now, what am I talking about, you may ask? I'm talking about my daily routine, and mind you, Myleigh isn't even 2 yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Myleigh is sitting on the floor quietly playing with her blocks*&lt;br /&gt;*Enter Jessa*&lt;br /&gt;Jessa: "No Myleigh. You're not doing it right, here, let me show you."&lt;br /&gt;Myleigh: (in her loudest shrieky voice) "NO JESSA TOP IT" (stop it of course)&lt;br /&gt;Jessa: (while ripping the toy from Myleigh) "Here Myleigh, You HAVE to do it this way, now let me help you!"&lt;br /&gt;Myleigh: "NO! LEY GO! LEY GO NOW! GO TO BED! (while pointing upstairs)"&lt;br /&gt;Then lots of screaming and tears follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it goes the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jessa sitting on the floor coloring in her brand new coloring book*&lt;br /&gt;*Myleigh discovers what she's doing and goes over*&lt;br /&gt;Myleigh: "gimme cayon Jessa"&lt;br /&gt;Jessa: "No Myleigh, I'm coloring right now"&lt;br /&gt;Myleigh: (while snatching a crayon and heading for the book) "Yes, me color too now"&lt;br /&gt;Jessa: " STOP IT MYLEIGH"&lt;br /&gt;Myleigh: "Beeaauuutiiiiful" (while coloring all over Jessa's page)&lt;br /&gt;Jessa: (Screaming) "NO MYLEIGH! YOU RUINED MY BOOK, I DONT EVEN WANT IT ANYMORE!" (crying and tearing out pages)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting. isn't it? Aren't you sad you're missing out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all actuallity, I love my girls all the same. It's just a really fun cycle we're going through right now, and I just HAD to share! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614825568706294451-7841643687660421494?l=morespilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7841643687660421494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614825568706294451&amp;postID=7841643687660421494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/7841643687660421494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/7841643687660421494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/07/sisterly-love.html' title='Sisterly Love'/><author><name>-Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745792960532085427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614825568706294451.post-4100364408013106914</id><published>2008-07-29T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:55:39.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laadeedaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Heya everyone. Blog three! Whoo hoo, I'm on a roll. Well, Miss Myleigh went potty on her chair twice today! Pee twice and Poop once! I know that just sounds like TMI to most of you, but my fellow moms out there, you know how exciting this truely is. Especially since she's been boycotting the potty for weeks now! lol  My Printer Broke!!! RAWR! and right in the middle of a project I was doing for a client! Argh! Thankfully my Dad loves me, and lent me the money for a new one! Saving my butt yet again!   So my Dad and I went to see Dark Knight the other night. I was impressed. It was pretty darn good. And Heath Ledger deserves some Emmy's for that perfomance. CREEPY!   Jessa is addicted to the Wii over here. My dad is letting us borrow his, and that is ALL she wants to do! lol. I can't break her away from it. Well, besides for her time everyday that she has to do her Summer Bridge book for school. I love that they do this. She gets a workbook for the summer, so she doesn't forget any of the stuff she learned over the school year.&lt;br /&gt;  Hmm this blog seems like an awful lot of rambling. Myleigh is currently singing me "twinkle twinkle little star" she know so many songs now, it's crazy. She has about the best memory I've ever seen. She remembers everyone's names. She remembers everything she hears, lol.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i should go get to work on the name plaque im making for my friend's daughter. But at least u got to know about the random stuff on my brain at this very moment! Lucky you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614825568706294451-4100364408013106914?l=morespilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4100364408013106914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614825568706294451&amp;postID=4100364408013106914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/4100364408013106914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/4100364408013106914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/07/laadeedaa.html' title='Laadeedaa'/><author><name>-Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745792960532085427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614825568706294451.post-5249838059799314095</id><published>2008-07-26T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T22:41:33.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And here I am again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, Things have been..... interesting the last few weeks. HARD to handle is an understatement. It's a lot of very private stuff, that I don't really want to get into, but just know, if I seem stressed, it's cuz I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  I am managing to post a second blog in less than a month though, so thats a record for lately! lol. Myleigh seems to really enjoy ripping off her diaper, standing infront of my television, and pooping on my living room floor. Today makes the second time. She used to sit on the potty and go all the time. Now, she just WONT go. She did go pee AND poop on the potty today though, to, only a few hours later, still rip off her diaper, and poop on my living room floor. The first time she did it, she was also drawing on my television with a crayon. I am told by my mother that I should have taken a picture of this wonderful event. However, in that very moment, taking a picture was the last thing on my mind. lol. It sure would have been fun to torture her with later, but at this rate, im sure I'll get another chance! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Jessa is off in Lansing visiting her Grandma. MAN do I miss that kid when she's gone. She left Weds and she'll be home on Mon, and it seems so far away still. :( Hurry up already! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  Work is going well. I had to move my schedule around like crazy this week. Thank God that this job gives me the ability to do that! I don't know what I would have done otherwise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  There isn't a whole lot to write about tonight since most of what is on my mind, I would rather not talk about yet. SO, I guess the whole point in this blog was to tell you about my living room pooping kid. Lol. I'll try and be back soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614825568706294451-5249838059799314095?l=morespilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5249838059799314095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614825568706294451&amp;postID=5249838059799314095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/5249838059799314095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/5249838059799314095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-here-i-am-again.html' title='And here I am again'/><author><name>-Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745792960532085427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614825568706294451.post-329228309845489528</id><published>2008-07-22T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T08:58:55.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you know what I haven't done.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in a really really long time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously. What's wrong with me? I do miss blogging. It's been a looooong time. Both on here, and on my myspace blog. Things have just been insane around here. And not really stuff I wanna blog about. But, I'm going to attempt to get back at it. This will be my second attempt, so don't hold your breath!&lt;br /&gt;   Well, the girls are doing fantastic. Myleigh is sooo cute. She just started saying "Oh Phooey!" I about fall on the ground laughing everytime. I think Jessa is about to try out for American Idol because she walks around my house all day long screaming her lungs out (eeh, singing very loudly) It's just been interesting. Greg is doing well, August is almost here, which means pretty much a whole month without him. SO that means, I'll be crazy stressed out from ALL the crap I'll have to do by myself, so Call me, or Come over, or SOMETHING. rofl. Work is going really well, both for HP, and the Photography.&lt;br /&gt; Um, I think Ashley and I MAY actually hang out this friday. Isn't that bizarre? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm off tomorrow for a much needed MNO with a couple of close friends who i miss OH SO DEARLY.&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Maybe I'll have more to write after that. Oh, and for those of you who have been asking about my Dad. he's doing alright. He still can't really use his left hand, and he still has to have a triple bypass, but we're taking everything day by day.&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with everyone else ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614825568706294451-329228309845489528?l=morespilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/329228309845489528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614825568706294451&amp;postID=329228309845489528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/329228309845489528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/329228309845489528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-know-what-i-havent-done.html' title='you know what I haven&apos;t done.....'/><author><name>-Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745792960532085427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614825568706294451.post-8345474596999571195</id><published>2008-01-31T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T15:25:25.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Guys</title><content type='html'>I know I said I'd be back. Then my father had a heart attack, and there's been a whole mess of stuff going on here.  I did however make the girls a website. I am posting blogs there when I can too, those are mostly just about what the girls are doing though. I really do love this blog, and I do plan on using it! I swear! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So, let me play catch up a little bit. Christmas was lovely. It was nice to spend some time with family and friends. We had new family pics taken. If I get a second I'll upload them here, if not go to &lt;a href="http://jessaandmyleigh.com/"&gt;jessaandmyleigh.com&lt;/a&gt; to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You should all get a kick out of my Christmas present though! Those of you who made it to the last M.N.O. already heard this story. So anyways, My dad bought me a new vaccuum. My mom bought me a dust buster. Greg's parents bought me a digital picture frame. The best gift, however, came from Greg. I got...... are you ready for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A BOX OF BROWNIE MIX! Pulled straight out of a Walmart bag and handed to me. To top it off, On Christmas Eve we were low on Toilet Paper and I didn't want to run out while all the stores were closed so we stopped at Walmart about 5:30 on Christmas Eve. It was THEN that he decided to get me a gift! A lovely box of brownie mix. A whole $0.97 worth of thought and effort. I mean, he asked me all month long what I wanted. I told him I wanted him to be SWEET and THOUGHTFUL like he used to be. Because last Christmas, I got a Pillow Case. Anniversary was a Blanket. and Vday was a pillow.  I mean,  he used to be so sweet and romantic. So I tell him, be SWEET and THOUGHTFUL and I get a box of brownie mix! He didn't even bake them, and put em on a pretty plate or something. Nope, The box.&lt;br /&gt; Don't get me wrong. I love the man. He's a wonderful guy. A wonderful father. I need to find a gift giving school to send him to though, or something. I'm quite interested to see what I get for Vday. I just put SO much thought and effort into his gifts, it's so frustrating to get no thought in return. I don't care if he spends a dollar as long as it's sweet and thoughtful! know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lol, anyone else had horrible gifts? Come on, I know you do. I hope so at least! lol. I hope I'm not the only one who's ever gotten umm, interesting, gifts! What was the worst gift you ever received!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614825568706294451-8345474596999571195?l=morespilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8345474596999571195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614825568706294451&amp;postID=8345474596999571195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/8345474596999571195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/8345474596999571195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/01/sorry-guys.html' title='Sorry Guys'/><author><name>-Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745792960532085427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614825568706294451.post-835898764126042911</id><published>2008-01-23T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:45:50.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss me much?</title><content type='html'>Sorry. I became a sucky blogger for a while there. Not just at writing either, I can't remember the last time I checked my friends' blogs. Thing is, we were packing, then moving, the unpacking, which is still an ongoing thing. Plus I've been working, Greg's been working, Jessa's has tons of school stuff going on, and Myleigh is growing up :( I miss everyone though. Things have just been so insane. So I am moved into the old prison now. The old OLD prison that became the Armory. It's really awesome, our place is nice. As soon as we finish unpacking, and arranging things how we want them, I'll post pictures. The grand opening is in Feb. You guys should come check it out for sure. There is a whole weekend of events going on. Should be a blast, and really cool. It's almost 3 in the morning, and I have to get Jessa up at 6 so I'm gonna head to bed, but I plan on being back, to posting, regularly (almost haha) So check me out. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614825568706294451-835898764126042911?l=morespilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/835898764126042911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614825568706294451&amp;postID=835898764126042911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/835898764126042911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/835898764126042911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/2008/01/miss-me-much.html' title='Miss me much?'/><author><name>-Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745792960532085427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614825568706294451.post-7697569102234045363</id><published>2007-11-03T00:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:10:17.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little trick or treaters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My beautiful black cat Jessa (that it took me almost 2 months to find a BLACK cat costume that wasn't trashy or hooker looking (yes for a 6 yr old) and didn't have leopard print ALL over it, in some cheap fabric, which just looked TACKY. :)&lt;br /&gt;and the beautiful Myleigh the skunk!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RywhY9kd8cI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BHH6EkH6f2c/s1600-h/PA310188.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128510788396249538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RywhY9kd8cI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BHH6EkH6f2c/s320/PA310188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RywhZNkd8dI/AAAAAAAAAHM/h2bAw2bx_x0/s1600-h/PA310189.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128510792691216850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RywhZNkd8dI/AAAAAAAAAHM/h2bAw2bx_x0/s320/PA310189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RywhZdkd8eI/AAAAAAAAAHU/oF-vvOwFq4k/s1600-h/PA310193.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128510796986184162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RywhZdkd8eI/AAAAAAAAAHU/oF-vvOwFq4k/s320/PA310193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With Greg's Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RywhZtkd8fI/AAAAAAAAAHc/rI1kdB-0QNY/s1600-h/PA310200.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128510801281151474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RywhZtkd8fI/AAAAAAAAAHc/rI1kdB-0QNY/s320/PA310200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly, I managed to make it in one of the photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RywhZ9kd8gI/AAAAAAAAAHk/LnQfXno1N3U/s1600-h/PA310203.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128510805576118786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RywhZ9kd8gI/AAAAAAAAAHk/LnQfXno1N3U/s320/PA310203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/Rywhrtkd8hI/AAAAAAAAAHs/em0nVzxVmAM/s1600-h/PA310206.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128511110518796818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/Rywhrtkd8hI/AAAAAAAAAHs/em0nVzxVmAM/s320/PA310206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/Rywhrtkd8iI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qes4D3LlC4E/s1600-h/PA310214.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128511110518796834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/Rywhrtkd8iI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qes4D3LlC4E/s320/PA310214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/Rywhr9kd8jI/AAAAAAAAAH8/S8euIabLP8w/s1600-h/PA310218.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128511114813764146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/Rywhr9kd8jI/AAAAAAAAAH8/S8euIabLP8w/s320/PA310218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's 3:30 am. I had the longest day ever. My Dad is back in the hospital, and I really don't have anything to blog about. Please keep my Dad in your thoughts and prayers. And now, I'm going to sleep! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614825568706294451-7697569102234045363?l=morespilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7697569102234045363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614825568706294451&amp;postID=7697569102234045363' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/7697569102234045363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/7697569102234045363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-little-trick-or-treaters.html' title='My little trick or treaters'/><author><name>-Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745792960532085427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RywhY9kd8cI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BHH6EkH6f2c/s72-c/PA310188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614825568706294451.post-3548806194259318000</id><published>2007-10-31T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T21:29:23.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If only</title><content type='html'>If only I could make myself sit at this computer a few more moments every night, I'm sure I could be one of those awesome people who blog every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Honestly, I set out to write a blog, with tons to say, then i get stopped 100 times to do this or that or this and that, and by the time I get to the computer, I forgot what I wanted to say, and can't come up with anything to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I resolve to become a better blogger. This is my fall resolution! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Trick or Treating was lots of fun tonight. Jessa and Myleigh looked so cute in their costumes (you better believe pics are coming soon) It was nice to spend some time with the WHOLE FAMILY. That NEVER happens. We had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What was everyone's beautiful kiddos for Halloween? Does anyone else notice how FEW and FAR BETWEEN the houses that pass out candy have gotten? I mean, I love my Dad's neighborhood all the houses are close together and we get to go get cidar (eeew) and yummy goodies. Don't get me wrong, Jessa got a lot of candy, but I remember when I was a trick or treater in that neighborhood I would come home with pillowcases full. I swear since having Jessa, every year I've taken her less and less houses have had their lights on. Do you think more parents are leaning towards the indoor things, like trick or treating at the mall? Or maybe the trunk or treats? I just am so disappointed. Plus, most of the candy Jessa got was cheap suckers and tootsie rolls. I remember my sister and I trading candy bars, we always had sooooo many. Tons of chocolate every year. And seriously I think Jessa got maybe 7 candy bars. 7 chocolates in her WHOLE BAG. What's up with that? lol. One house was handing out star wars action figures.  lol, ok enough about that, just thought I'd ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh yea, i had to run into Target today to find bags for the girls to carry, cuz I'm a slacker and didn't do it earlier. There were 2 isles of Halloween stuff, followed by about 8 isles of CHRISTMAS. I mean, almost 2 months ago when Target started putting out the Halloween stuff, they already had a half isle of Christmas stuff. Reading &lt;a href="http://ivecomeundone.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-beginning-to-look-alot-like-x-mas.html"&gt;Zoe's&lt;/a&gt; blog was crackin me up though! That's what reminded me to post about it actually! I was just complaining to my friend Laurel a few weeks ago about how it comes earlier every single year. Then &lt;a href="http://ivecomeundone.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zoe&lt;/a&gt; posts this.... (sorry for stealing ur post Zoe! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hallothanksmas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onclick="thumbs.click(1532691, 0)" href="javascript:void(0)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hallothanksmas is an event running from early October to New Years Eve. Due to peoples obsessive need to start the holidays earlier and earlier, the Three holidays of Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas have merged into one huge morass of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Seriously if you are not a reader of &lt;a href="http://ivecomeundone.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zoe's blog&lt;/a&gt; yet, you need to be! That woman is HILLARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614825568706294451-3548806194259318000?l=morespilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3548806194259318000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614825568706294451&amp;postID=3548806194259318000' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/3548806194259318000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/3548806194259318000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-only.html' title='If only'/><author><name>-Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745792960532085427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614825568706294451.post-1991528999848770422</id><published>2007-10-16T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:10:22.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-day to Myleigh</title><content type='html'>Hello again! I have been the worst blogger ever lately! lol. Anyways, on Oct. 5th, 2007 my last baby turned 1!!!! :( sad right? lol. Well Myleigh's party was at Fun4All kids and we had a ton of fun. I am going to have to share a HUGE overload of pictures with you though! lol. I decided on a Purple Hippos in Tutu's theme for her party. Which means I had to make her stuff! It was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the cups and plates that I made for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTzDPUNQ2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/h-7pPBt0GRQ/s1600-h/IMG_1941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121985913203540834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTzDPUNQ2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/h-7pPBt0GRQ/s320/IMG_1941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTzDfUNQ3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/NnvPIr5w_pM/s1600-h/IMG_1920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121985917498508146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTzDfUNQ3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/NnvPIr5w_pM/s320/IMG_1920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTzDvUNQ4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/3OE4LEb9lm4/s1600-h/IMG_1924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121985921793475458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTzDvUNQ4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/3OE4LEb9lm4/s320/IMG_1924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTzDvUNQ5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/9kzoy__eVDg/s1600-h/IMG_1966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121985921793475474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTzDvUNQ5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/9kzoy__eVDg/s320/IMG_1966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyxvUNQwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/b4txQy-CrVI/s1600-h/IMG_1988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121985612555830018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyxvUNQwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/b4txQy-CrVI/s320/IMG_1988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyyPUNQxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xTXrcrvJY7E/s1600-h/IMG_1996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121985621145764626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyyPUNQxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xTXrcrvJY7E/s320/IMG_1996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyyPUNQyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/b3gFrcDj7lo/s1600-h/IMG_2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121985621145764642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyyPUNQyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/b3gFrcDj7lo/s320/IMG_2000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;this was a "this tastes funny" face! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyyfUNQzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7U6R1PI4TdY/s1600-h/IMG_2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121985625440731954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyyfUNQzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7U6R1PI4TdY/s320/IMG_2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyyvUNQ0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/3s4HYFKllzM/s1600-h/IMG_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121985629735699266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyyvUNQ0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/3s4HYFKllzM/s320/IMG_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTycfUNQrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/O-eAMDE9CoU/s1600-h/IMG_2054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121985247483609778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTycfUNQrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/O-eAMDE9CoU/s320/IMG_2054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTydPUNQsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QxZaTqD0jlg/s1600-h/IMG_2068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121985260368511682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTydPUNQsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QxZaTqD0jlg/s320/IMG_2068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyd_UNQtI/AAAAAAAAAFc/p6hyrz1ZPD8/s1600-h/IMG_2099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121985273253413586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyd_UNQtI/AAAAAAAAAFc/p6hyrz1ZPD8/s320/IMG_2099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyd_UNQuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nZtDgJjun5w/s1600-h/IMG_2104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121985273253413602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyd_UNQuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nZtDgJjun5w/s320/IMG_2104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mini cake that I made for her! Don't laugh! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyePUNQvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NVN1D6UTgWg/s1600-h/Myleigh+Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121985277548380914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyePUNQvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NVN1D6UTgWg/s320/Myleigh+Cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyAfUNQmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nCMcRrA9M1Y/s1600-h/IMG_2155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121984766447272546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyAfUNQmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nCMcRrA9M1Y/s320/IMG_2155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyAvUNQnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fiCdP-4fvzg/s1600-h/IMG_2156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121984770742239858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyAvUNQnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fiCdP-4fvzg/s320/IMG_2156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyAvUNQoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kTqGmA7l_iI/s1600-h/IMG_2161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121984770742239874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyAvUNQoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kTqGmA7l_iI/s320/IMG_2161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyA_UNQpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4gKzFet8jUU/s1600-h/IMG_2166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121984775037207186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyA_UNQpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4gKzFet8jUU/s320/IMG_2166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyBPUNQqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JBokprhEAHo/s1600-h/IMG_2170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121984779332174498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTyBPUNQqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JBokprhEAHo/s320/IMG_2170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Here Daddy, have some!" lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTzC_UNQ1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/-Coypp84BL8/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121985908908573522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTzC_UNQ1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/-Coypp84BL8/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTxu_UNQhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5u8SFawSnmY/s1600-h/IMG_2173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121984465799561746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTxu_UNQhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5u8SFawSnmY/s320/IMG_2173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTxvPUNQiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PKChJuVxIHQ/s1600-h/IMG_2206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121984470094529058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTxvPUNQiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PKChJuVxIHQ/s320/IMG_2206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTxvPUNQjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3faMLkspDAk/s1600-h/IMG_2210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121984470094529074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTxvPUNQjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3faMLkspDAk/s320/IMG_2210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTxvfUNQkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qYBsVGQnGZg/s1600-h/IMG_2215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121984474389496386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTxvfUNQkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qYBsVGQnGZg/s320/IMG_2215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning herself up after! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTxvvUNQlI/AAAAAAAAAEc/so3rgwtlsvA/s1600-h/IMG_2220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121984478684463698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTxvvUNQlI/AAAAAAAAAEc/so3rgwtlsvA/s320/IMG_2220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we had a blast, it was a good time for sure. I have NO time to post anything more right now, lol, but I promise either tonight or tomorrow I will post a REAL post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for checking out Myleigh's party though, she appreciates it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614825568706294451-1991528999848770422?l=morespilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1991528999848770422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614825568706294451&amp;postID=1991528999848770422' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/1991528999848770422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/1991528999848770422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-b-day-to-myleigh.html' title='Happy B-day to Myleigh'/><author><name>-Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745792960532085427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/RxTzDPUNQ2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/h-7pPBt0GRQ/s72-c/IMG_1941.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614825568706294451.post-2809388523066792572</id><published>2007-09-17T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:10:26.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I have been SUCH a slacker lately. Well, not in real life, but in Blog world I have been. So what's new? Not a whole lot. Jessa was SO sick all last week, and Myleigh's got it this week. Poor things. I hate when my kiddos get sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a kitten. I'm allergic to cats, if you didn't know. However, Greg is a cat person. I like cats, I really do, I am SO allergic though. My nose never stops running, and my eyes swell almost shut. So that's fun. Well, Greg had a cat from the time he was a tiny baby until it passed away when he was like 14 or something. My friend Laurel's cat had kittens, and Greg thinks Laurel's cat looks like his childhood cat, so he insisted he wanted one. We went round and round about this. He think's it's "Cat Chow" his childhood cat coming back to him. Mmmmk. Well, we ended up with this kitten. Her name is Quinn, and she is super cute, but yes, my allergies are driving me NUTS. Greg is hoping that my body will get used to her being around and my allergies will stop. Now, I have had this happen with a cat before, because growing up, my Dad, my Sister, and I are ALL allergic to cats. Well, my parents divorced, and my mom got a cat. knowing my sister and I were allergic. So everytime I went to see my Mom I was MISERABLE, but eventually I got used to the cat, and she didn't bother me anymore. So That's what Greg hopes will happen this time. I don't know if I can last that long though. lol. Anyways&lt;br /&gt;Meet Quinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/Ru6Y_bmQEdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/v8UXDMfrAlQ/s1600-h/Quinn+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111190842619466194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/Ru6Y_bmQEdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/v8UXDMfrAlQ/s320/Quinn+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/Ru6Y_bmQEeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Dpf9uRtaS0c/s1600-h/Quinn+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111190842619466210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/Ru6Y_bmQEeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Dpf9uRtaS0c/s320/Quinn+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, moving right along! lol. Umm, Ashley, being the WONDERFUL person she is, Did a photo session with Myleigh for her upcoming birthday for me. Just as a favor, she's so sweet. Anyways, I wanted pics so I could make her invite. Myleigh wasn't SO happy that day though. lol, fuss fuss cry cry. That was our day. Ashley got some REALLY good shots though, and I love them all. Here are a few of them (with NO editing) With a couple that show what the shoot REALLY looked like. Like the first one here, when I tried to sit her down! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/Ru6Z6LmQEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/lRh7keu2M4s/s1600-h/IMG_8627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111191851936780786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/Ru6Z6LmQEfI/AAAAAAAAABE/lRh7keu2M4s/s320/IMG_8627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/Ru6Z6LmQEgI/AAAAAAAAABM/Lax7eb6Hg08/s1600-h/IMG_8632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111191851936780802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/Ru6Z6LmQEgI/AAAAAAAAABM/Lax7eb6Hg08/s320/IMG_8632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/Ru6Z6bmQEhI/AAAAAAAAABU/-TykohBJvKA/s1600-h/IMG_8641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111191856231748114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/Ru6Z6bmQEhI/AAAAAAAAABU/-TykohBJvKA/s320/IMG_8641.jpg" border="0" 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with pics of my kid(s) now! lol. I mean, I could be here all day! hahaha. We took like 260some shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..... THANK YOU ASHLEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby will be ONE in LESS THAN A MONTH! Oct 5th! :( She's my last too, so no more baby. Toddler town here we come ;)  It's so much fun watching her learn and grow, but I'm gonna miss the little snuggling baby days. :( Hope all is well with everyone else, and I'll try not to take so long to post next time! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614825568706294451-2809388523066792572?l=morespilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2809388523066792572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614825568706294451&amp;postID=2809388523066792572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/2809388523066792572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/2809388523066792572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/2007/09/eeek.html' title='Eeek'/><author><name>-Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745792960532085427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/Ru6Y_bmQEdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/v8UXDMfrAlQ/s72-c/Quinn+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614825568706294451.post-1303427544667173724</id><published>2007-09-04T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:10:27.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Already?</title><content type='html'>I honestly cannot believe that Jessa started the 1st grade today. I swear I was just changing her diapers yesterday. She wasn't so good at convincing me she was 6 last night/today either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, we go to a "family thing" at Greg's parents house. If you continue to read my blog I'm sure that you will hear of MANY "family things" with Greg's family. That family just loves a good party and they will create ANY reason they can to have one. Anyways, that's a whole different story. We get home around 7 and put the girls in the bath, followed by getting teeth brushed, story time, and then USUALLY sleep comes next. Myleigh is actually USUALLY *knocks on wood* good with the routine. Jessa fights it, but usually does as she's told anyways. Well, last night was SOOO a different story. Myleigh is getting a big tooth in towards the back, and she was up until about midnight screaming and whining, and was only happy if I STOOD up while holding her. Ugh. Jessa on the other hand (nervous about starting at a new school I'm sure) just refused to sleep. Tossing and turning, sneaking toys into her bed, sitting up instead of laying down, whining and complaining about how she had to use the restroom after just having gotten out of the restroom 5 minutes ago. You name it, she tried it. She had a headache, her tummy hurt, her throat and nose were sore, the works. She asked for a heating pad, cough medicine, a drink, potty, just 2 more stories, etc etc. So Jessa fell asleep around 1am. My head finally gets to hit the pillow, only to be awakened at 5:30 by a very upset baby. And so begins another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get Jessa breakfast, get her dressed for school (which she looked ADORABLE in her uniform I might add) (**don't mind the roll away bed in the middle of the living room, we just had company! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/Rt4E-KTHMDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Pw-_8pyBx3A/s1600-h/P1010009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106524493447639090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/Rt4E-KTHMDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Pw-_8pyBx3A/s320/P1010009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/Rt4FHqTHMEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/O5H7d_QbVC8/s1600-h/P1010012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106524656656396354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/Rt4FHqTHMEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/O5H7d_QbVC8/s320/P1010012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's complaining all morning about how tired she is. As soon as she gets in the car after school it's "I wanna go home and take a nap" Which, I, being the mean mom that I am, would NOT let her do. Sorry kid, need u to sleep tonight. So she was whining all day and NOT listening to anything I told her. I was "such a mean mom" because I told her not to pick up her sister. I made her feel like "all you ever do is tell me no" because I wouldn't let her take Myleigh's teether from her. I was "AWFUL" because I wouldnt let her have chocolate chip cookies for dinner. The works. Myleigh was also miserable today, whiny and biting on EVERYTHING. Crying one minute, playing the next. Did I mention I've had a fun couple of days? haha. We did have about a 10 minute period when Greg climbed into the "play pen" gate thingy with both the girls, and they all played happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/Rt4FkqTHMFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/q7kwT7Yws3E/s1600-h/P1010034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106525154872602706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/Rt4FkqTHMFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/q7kwT7Yws3E/s320/P1010034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Finally I put them BOTH to bed at 7pm. (normally 8pm) and to much surpise, they both fell right to sleep. YAYAYAYAYAY! *knocks even harder on wood* And I snuck a second to post a blog, next I am going to READ and go to sleep, so we can start this all over again tomorrow!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of you with school aged children.... (if they started yet) How did the first day go for you guys? better than mine I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of you.... aren't you EXCITED to begin this process?? HAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614825568706294451-1303427544667173724?l=morespilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1303427544667173724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614825568706294451&amp;postID=1303427544667173724' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/1303427544667173724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/1303427544667173724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/2007/09/already.html' title='Already?'/><author><name>-Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745792960532085427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBu528Vl-1M/Rt4E-KTHMDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Pw-_8pyBx3A/s72-c/P1010009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614825568706294451.post-6946945093283826855</id><published>2007-08-30T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T19:53:46.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing in Action</title><content type='html'>Sorry ladies. I've been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; busy since Greg got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So Jessa starts the 1st grade on Tuesday. How strange is that? I cannot believe how fast the summer went. Or that my daughter is in 1st grade! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. We went to her open house at her new school tonight. She is going to Paragon this year. She went to Hunt for the past two years, and last year was AWFUL. I hope she NEVER has to go through anything like that again. We met her new teacher at a get together last week. We got to see her again tonight though, and Jessa got to see where her desk was. She's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; smart. I am partial tho ;) She is so excited to go back to school, but she's kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;apprehensive because of the stuff that happened last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myleigh is standing up all on her &lt;strong&gt;OWN&lt;/strong&gt; now!! YAY. No walking yet though. I can NOT believe she will be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ONE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in just over a month. WHERE has the time gone? Seriously, WHERE? She is my last baby, so once she's not a baby anymore I'm not sure what I'm gonna do! *sniffle sniffle* We are trying to decide what we want to do for her birthday. We don't really want to have it at our place, and most of the kids who will be coming will be much older than her, so they're all going to be bored to tears, I remember Jessa's first birthday! lol. We were thinking about having it someplace like Fun4All or something of the sort, but we're not sure. Myleigh loves it there, she loves watching the kids and going down the slides. So we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUESTION &lt;/strong&gt;for all you momma's out there. While I KNOW every child is completely different and they all learn and grow at their own pace, I think it would be fun to know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At what age did your son/daughter start walking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do for the first birthday party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you invite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ok, that's about it. For Jessa's birthday everyone and their grandma was there, haha, and We're not sure if we want to do small and low key, or a big bash again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessa started walking at about 10 months. My sister's kids were both like 13 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i think I will run now, hope to hear back from you all soon! :) Hope everyone has a fun-filled weekend planned ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614825568706294451-6946945093283826855?l=morespilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6946945093283826855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614825568706294451&amp;postID=6946945093283826855' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/6946945093283826855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/6946945093283826855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/2007/08/missing-in-action.html' title='Missing in Action'/><author><name>-Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745792960532085427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614825568706294451.post-665968143863859941</id><published>2007-08-23T18:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T20:45:02.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days like these...</title><content type='html'>I truely wish that everyday could be a day like today. First off Brittney and I took the kids to Fun4all kids. My friend Laurel met us down there with her two kiddos. We had so much fun. We were in there playing with the kids. I swear we were there like 4 hours. Brittney was about to pass out by the time we left I think. She looked SOOO tired. Then Laurel and I headed to Sam's club where I FINALLY found a good deal on a floor mat thing to put down for Myleigh! I was SO excited! haha. I'm a nerd I know. Then we headed to Jessa's school so she could meet her teacher and see her classroom. Her teacher seems so super nice. We stopped off for fast food on the way home because I was waaaaay too tired to cook. Then at 8 when I was about to put her to bed, High School Musical 2 came on. Which she LOVES the HSM movies. So I caved and let her watch it. At the end they sang this really fun song, and Jessa and I were in silly moods so we just got up and started dancing together. Oh I love days like that. Myleigh was so good all day. She had a blast at fun4all laughing and giggling the whole time. She had so much fun. She wasn't fussy at all for all the errands I had to run. She was as cute as can be when we got home. I layed on the floor and played with her for the first half of the movie. She was just all giggly and cute. Standing up sooo well now. Man, she's going to be a year old soon. I'm gonna cry like a baby! lol. Anyways, I just had a BLAST hanging out with my girls today. We all needed a day like today. Things have been kind of stressful for the last few days. Jessa said I'm the "funnest mom EVER" hahaha. In her sassy little "I'm cool" voice. Oh man I'm in trouble in a few years. TWO girls! Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I guess I have to stop rambling now and do tonight's installment of the dishes! haha. GREG COMES HOME TONIGHT! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY! Not until like 3am, but still, it's tonight! :) Hope everyone else had a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh  yea.... since I've been tagged twice now, I should probably get around to doing this ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://everydayisagift-elizabeth.blogspot.com/2007/08/name-game.html"&gt;The Name Game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been tagged by LeeAnn...and Elizabeth....Here are the rules:1. You have to post these rules before you give the facts.2. Players, you must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of their middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had. ***IF you have already done your middle name than do the State that you live in with new adjectives!*****3. When you are tagged you need to write your own blog-post containing your own middle name game facts. ***Or state if you have already been tagged before!***4. At the end of your blog-post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag.5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L :  I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; frogs. I don't know why, I've been a frog collector since I was 5 yrs old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:  I am so happy that I have great friends like all of &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; ladies at CLM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N:  I would be the happiest woman ever if I could, just once, manage to sneak in a &lt;strong&gt;NAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;N:  I am So excited to move into our &lt;strong&gt;NEW &lt;/strong&gt;apartment and it feels like it's &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; going to be            finished! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to tag anyone else though, because pretty much everyone I blog with has already done it or at least been tagged to do it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614825568706294451-665968143863859941?l=morespilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/665968143863859941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614825568706294451&amp;postID=665968143863859941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/665968143863859941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/665968143863859941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/2007/08/days-like-these.html' title='Days like these...'/><author><name>-Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745792960532085427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614825568706294451.post-3714561994341071266</id><published>2007-08-21T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T09:24:48.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing going on</title><content type='html'>So, I haven't blogged in a minute. There really hasn't been anything going on around here. Yesterday we went to my Dad's house to visit for a bit. Well, he has 3 small dogs. A few weeks ago we took Myleigh over to my friend Laurel's house and she has a HUGE black lab named Darko. Well Myleigh was terrified of him, everytime we would go over there if he walked by her she bawled. So the last time we were there I was tring to get her more familliar with him so he wouldn't scare her so bad. So I sat on the floor with her on my lap and called Darko over. I was just petting him and saying things like "Look Myleigh, Darko's a nice doggy. Aww, see nice doggy Darko" etc. Anyways, it worked, she's not scared of him anymore. Well yesterday at my Dad's one of the dogs kept coming over to her. I kept saying "Aww Myleigh The doggy likes you" etc. Well, she started saying "Da Ko" which sounded a heck of a lot like Darko. She kept saying it all day. Today there was a dog on TV and she said it again. I don't know if she is trying to say "doggy" but I'm wondering if she thinks that dogs are "darko"s lol. Anyways, there was no point to that story, I just don't have anything interesting to blog about today! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I swear there was something I was supposed to do today, however I cannot remember for the life of me what it is. Oh well I guess. Jessa is watching movie after movie. She stayed the night with my Dad the other night and he let her rent FIVE children's movies. They're due back today so she insists on watching them a million times before I return them. She wants me to take her to get her hair cut. She wants it short. I'm not sure what I want to do. I mean, on one hand, I want to let her do it, it is her hair. On the other hand though, she's 6, so I don't know if she really knows what she wants! lol, I mean, I guess it's just hair, and it grows back. I'm making a big deal out of nothing I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Greg has been really sweet the past 2 days. He's been texting me randomly throughout the day just saying sweet things like "Just wanted you to know you're on my mind" or "I love you and I miss you" He used to do that kind of stuff when we first started dating, but it's been a loooooong time since he's done anything remotely like this. :) It makes me happy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ugh, ok, this is getting super boring to read I bet. lol. I really can't think of ANYTHING else to write about. So there ya are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614825568706294451-3714561994341071266?l=morespilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3714561994341071266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614825568706294451&amp;postID=3714561994341071266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/3714561994341071266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/3714561994341071266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/2007/08/nothing-going-on.html' title='Nothing going on'/><author><name>-Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745792960532085427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614825568706294451.post-5684408672234573429</id><published>2007-08-18T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T21:33:19.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Saturday? Or Friday? Or Sunday? lol</title><content type='html'>Ok, so since I worked Thursday this week, and I don't normally, it SOOOO feels like today should have been a Sunday instead of a Saturday. Well, I guess it is Sunday now. I'm just all thrown off. Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Greg got home today about 7:30 and left about 7:45 for his gig. I did end up stopping out there for a few minutes. My Dad came with me. He is a drummer too, and he hasn't really gotten to see Greg play at a real gig yet, so he really enjoyed it. Only stayed about an hour though, I'm sooooo tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Work went alright. It was really really slow until Elizabeth came in to see me and get her awesome new phone. As soon as she left I was busy busy busy! lol, Guess u need to come see me more Elizabeth, you're my new good luck charm! haha. With all the customers that came in though, I only had two phones go out today and one of them was Elizabeth's. Ugh. It was really cool to get to see little T.J. in person though. He's adorable. I was showing him his momma's new phone and said "say pink" just cuz I love how kids talk, and he did. Cutest thing ever! lol. I got to meet Titus which was cool He seems like a really nice guy, good job Elizabeth! lol. I think I said the name Elizabeth about 30 times in this paragraph! hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My little sister came by being a grump butt. Her and my Mother were fighting today, and while I was at work, on the phone, trying to activate a phone, they were blowing up my phone. lol, Wonder how many more times I could have fit phone in that sentence. Anyways, I couldn't hear what the lady on the phone was saying to me because every few seconds she would be interrupted with a *beep* it was SOOO aggrivating. like 100 people tried to call me in that 15 minute span of time. Thanks to all of them, I got out of work a half an hour late! lol. Oh well. At least I get paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Greg leaves first thing in the morning again. :( I am so sad. I don't know how military wives handle having husbands deployed or stationed somewhere else. God Bless you women, because you're waaay stronger than I am. I mean, if Greg and I ever split up, I'd be fine, I was a single Mom before and did alright. However, knowing I have him, and he could be here, letting me sleep in ONE stinkin morning, or helping with the kids or the laundry, and then NOT having him here is killing me. Nevermind the fact that I can't sleep because he's not laying next to me. Myleigh has been waking up at around 4am every morning for 4 days now. SCREAMING and bawling. I go in and pick her up until she calms down, and then lay her back down and she goes back to sleep. I don't know what it is. Well, she doesn't go back to sleep for very long, she has me up about 6:30 every morning. lol, which I guess will be good because Jessa is starting school soon again, and then Myleigh can make sure i'm awake if the alarm isn't doing the trick! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Alright, I am just rambling about nothing now, so I suppose it's time to get into my COLD bed (I left the window open and the fan on on accident, and brrrr it's chilly tonight) and Not sleep well until Greg gets home around 2:30. Hope you ladies are having a wonderful weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614825568706294451-5684408672234573429?l=morespilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5684408672234573429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614825568706294451&amp;postID=5684408672234573429' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/5684408672234573429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/5684408672234573429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/2007/08/is-it-saturday-or-friday-or-sunday-lol.html' title='Is it Saturday? Or Friday? Or Sunday? lol'/><author><name>-Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745792960532085427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614825568706294451.post-4433392772374543765</id><published>2007-08-16T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T18:38:15.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day</title><content type='html'>Well, I had my lovely "Nascar" event at Best Buy today. We had a Sprint table set up right by the race car simulator. We had a pretty decent turn out for a Thursday night I thought. All kinds of interesting people came out to try and get the fastest time in the racecars. I got some awesome Sprint pens and chapstick though, so that was fun! lol The house is so quiet. Greg is gone for two weeks teaching a band camp, and Jessa spent the night at my Dad's house tonight. Myleigh fell asleep as soon as we got home around 8:30ish. There was nothing good on TV so I just turned it off, so really the only noise in the house right now is me typing. I don't think I like it. Lol. I didn't finish the dishes last night because I was SO being a slacker. Shame on me. I did about half of them and went to bed. Then Greg called me, while he was on his computer at the campsite. Apparently they're picking up wireless from somewhere, but they're not entirely sure where, anyways, it doesn't work well. I guess the signal fades in and out. So he calles me and sits on the phone SILENT for like 10 minutes, and when he did say something he was snapping at me because he was upset the internet wasn't working right. I swear, it must be his time of the month ;) haha. Even being a butthead, I miss him. Two weeks with 2 kids and no car are NOT fun at all. I hate being in the house all of the time. I get to see him for about 15 minutes on Saturday. I want to go to his gig out at the Bone Island Grill on Saturday night, but I don't want to go by myself. :( I don't know One minute I want to go, and the next I don't. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   WOW that was one really long run on paragraph! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I got to Greg's parents' to pick up Myleigh after work she was dancing around to the music, but as soon as she saw me she stopped instantly, plopped down on the floor, and crawled over to me as fast as she possibly could. Man I love that kid! lol. No matter how bad of a day I have all she has to do is smile, and I feel all better. Jessa is always really good at cheering me up, if she knows I'm upset over something she'll come over and say something wacky to try and get me to laugh. So cute. I'm so lucky! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Alright I guess I should go watch this movie. My dad rented it and really liked it so he brought it over and told me to watch it. It's that "Wild Hogs" movie. It looked like it's either gonna be really funny, or really stupid, so I guess I'll have to see. Hope everyone else is having a good Thursday. I'm gonna try and make my rounds to the "Thoughts for Thursday" blogs before I get off here. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614825568706294451-4433392772374543765?l=morespilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4433392772374543765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614825568706294451&amp;postID=4433392772374543765' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/4433392772374543765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/4433392772374543765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-day.html' title='Another day'/><author><name>-Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745792960532085427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614825568706294451.post-9176909435572705908</id><published>2007-08-15T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T20:21:55.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins....</title><content type='html'>I never have anything clever to say like all the rest of my awesome friends who have these blogs do. So I'm sure mine will be quite boring. However, the peer pressure has finally caught up to me ;) I can't promise how often I'll find the time to post, but I'm going to try. Nicole was talking last night about how she uses hers as her journal as well as basically a baby book to keep track of little Porter's milestones, and I thought "She's a genius" So I'm gonna try it! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish the dishes and get to bed so there's not really going to be a "real" post tonight. I did want to say thank you to the Cheeky Monkey Mom's who came out last night, it was really good to get away. Oh yea, and Myleigh started trying to say Jessa today. I was changing her diaper and Jessa came in the room and I said "Myleigh, can you say Jessa?" and sure enough she started trying. She's got the "Jeh" sound down, and then some of the time she pauses and then adds "ah" and the end. It's soooooo cute. Lol. Ok, off to bed I am. After the dishes of course :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614825568706294451-9176909435572705908?l=morespilledmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/9176909435572705908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614825568706294451&amp;postID=9176909435572705908' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/9176909435572705908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614825568706294451/posts/default/9176909435572705908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morespilledmilk.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins....'/><author><name>-Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745792960532085427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
