<?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-5891330772713865382</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:16:53.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving In That Direction</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891330772713865382.post-4051368123852541260</id><published>2011-04-14T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T08:23:22.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winds of Change</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I posted on Facebook that there were changes brewing. BOY, how right I was! This month isn't even half over and we've seen drastic changes in our life. First, I am no longer working graveyard shift at IHOP! Thankfully, I've been able to find an office manager position with a very small real estate company in the area. I'm now working Monday through Friday from 9 AM to 5 PM. The stress level at work is significantly different than before. The hours are significantly shorter. Thus, my life has gotten significantly BETTER, all the way around. I'm spending more time with the kids, more time with my amazing husband and I'm getting MORE SLEEP! Secondly, the career change couldn't have come at a better time. We've moved into a house more suited for our family's needs. It's larger and the lay out really lends itself to what we required all along. Downstairs is (once everything is unpacked) going to be a kid free zone (with the occassional Teen visit). No toys, children's books, movies or children will be permitted into Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy's space. There is an office, den, bathroom and bedroom in what would commonly be called the basement. Its cooler and extremely secluded. We needed that! Upstairs is the main living area. Children have already taken over! But that's ok.... just stay upstairs! I say this as lovingly as possible! A large fenced in backyard has made the dog very happy. Although, he still doesn't like to be away from the family. Eventually, he'll get the hang of the deck stairs and he'll be happy to stay outside for a little while, I think. So, this well rested, career minded, Mom is going to sign off for a bit and I'll try to catch up later! Ta Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891330772713865382-4051368123852541260?l=movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/4051368123852541260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891330772713865382&amp;postID=4051368123852541260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/4051368123852541260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/4051368123852541260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/2011/04/winds-of-change.html' title='Winds of Change'/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891330772713865382.post-8215055945419131248</id><published>2011-03-06T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T05:53:30.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while!!!</title><content type='html'>When I named this blog, I had no clue at the number of different directions my life would take me in such a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last blog, my family has moved back to Virginia, I've become a working mom, and things have changed in more ways than I can count.  Some changes are good, some...not so much.  But in all of this, we're still a strong family.  We're still moving blindly along a path.  Someday soon, I hope to be able to look back and take a breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working as a manager at a restaurant now.  Dinner and graveyard shift is very difficult!  Actually, the job itself is easy.  The hard part is what it does to your family life (or lack thereof).  I work over 50 hours a week and feel like I never see my family.  I may be in the house, I may be present, but I'm not awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 3 of the kids are growing up while I'm trying to catch up on sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jr is now 16.  16?  Seriously, it feels like just yesterday that he was curling up in my lap to watch Rugrats.  Now it feels like I can't get his attention to say hello.  He's been driving here and there to get his learner's permit hours.  Although, I remember being much more excited about driving than he seems to be.  He's been able to maintain good grades so far.  When did I get a 10th grader?  Didn't I just take him to Kindergarten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z is going to school to try to catch him up on the skill sets he's falling slightly short on.  I see marked improvement in him.  He's following some simple direction and is starting to show signs of constructive play.  I simply wish I could find his volume button.  Wow, that child has some lungs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My quiet child has been replaced with an increasingly loud and talkative little girl.  M is talking so much these days that I find myself longing for her silence!  Not only has she begun talking over the last 3 months, but she's nearly using full sentences.  Everytime I turn around she's using a new word or phrase that surprises me.  Most recently she told me that it was "Untomturble" (uncomfortable) when I changed her diaper.  Can anyone say potty training?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say my house couldn't run nearly as smooth as it does if it weren't for MIL.  She watches the kids a lot now that I'm working so many hours.  Not to mention, she feeds Sr &amp;amp; Jr multiple times a week.  I know I don't thank her enough and need to work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sr has been most affected by my new work schedule.  I feel horrible sometimes about NEVER seeing him.  It feels like we simply pass eachother in the hallway of life.  I'm getting off work as he's leaving for work.  When he's getting home, I'm headed back out.  I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new saying, "Stop counting Fridays".  I'm going to live each day to it's fullest, regardless where it falls in the calendar.  I need to be more proactive in getting more out of what life has to offer.  There won't be enough sunny day walks and rainy day color parties when I look back and miss my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep this roller coaster going!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891330772713865382-8215055945419131248?l=movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/8215055945419131248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891330772713865382&amp;postID=8215055945419131248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/8215055945419131248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/8215055945419131248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while!!!'/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891330772713865382.post-7423485663536976697</id><published>2009-09-27T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:56:22.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes a person, a parent?</title><content type='html'>As of late, I've been giving a lot of thought to one subject in particular. What makes a person into a parent? Is it the act of having a child that makes you a parent or is it the act of rearing a child that makes you a parent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across an interesting quote that answers my questions, to a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;genitor&lt;/span&gt; who does not parent the child is not its parent" (Ashley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Montagu&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit that when reading this comment the first time I had to look up the word "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;genitor&lt;/span&gt;". For all of you reading this, it means, "giver of life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely the act of giving birth would, in some aspect, make me a mother but would it automatically give me the right to be called a "Mom"? All over the world people ask this question of fathers; going so far as to call them "sperm donors". Mothers can be egg donors too, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose all of this is coming from fear on my part. Each day I love three children of whom I had no role in their births. I know that I do more for each of their children than their natural mothers do. I'm not saying that I love them more or less, just saying that I really do put a lot into trying to mold them into loving, functioning adults. Each of them is special to me in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jr. - My first child. In the beginning, there was only him. That mischievous grin that told me he was surely up to no good, is one of my first and fondest memories of him. He stretches me in so many ways. As frustrating as he can be sometimes, he makes me a better person and makes me question things in ways I wouldn't otherwise. He's begun to question everything.  Sometimes its like he's trying to pick fights, just to see me get riled.  Sr keeps telling me not to take it personally.  I'm trying.  I'm learning a lot through this banter with him, though.  Its made me question things on different levels.  He is going to be an amazing man someday. I pray that as he grows, that he knows how much I've loved him from the very first time I saw him. He truly was love at first sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - With a smile that lights the room, she came into our lives with such force and fervor. From the minute I held her the first time, I knew that she was a special little girl. Those blue eyes could melt the frozen tundra (and they have). Sometimes when I feel so overwhelmed that I can't figure out which side is up, she does something unexpected and suddenly the world it righted again. Recently, she's been really enjoying being read to. "Brown Bear" has become one of her favorites. She's begun to turn the pages for me as I read, right on queue. I went from wondering if she even understood what I was doing, to being amazed that she's following along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - What can I say about that boy? Dear God, he's a handful! From the minute he wakes up to the second he falls asleep, he's demanding.... demanding attention, demanding a bottle, demanding a diaper change, demanding something! I get the most frustrated with him, I think. Just not being able to figure out what he wants sometimes is a task I just can't grapple with. Usually just when I think I've found the end of my rope, he stops just long enough for me to catch my breath and head back in. He is such a loving boy, though. His kisses (or dive bomb to the face) are the sweetest and out of the blue. All of a sudden he'll stop what he's doing and just plant one on ya. It usually cracks me up when he does it, which make him laugh and then, once again... a moment of fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My fear is this:  will they know how much they were loved?  As Jr grows into the man he's sure to become, will he know how dearly he was loved and will he pass that love to his children?  I don't think a teenager is capable of understanding the magnitude of love that their parents have for them.  I remember thinking that my parents were raising me because it was what was expected of them to do.  I know differently now, of course, and I hope he does too as he becomes an adult. My fear with the twins is slightly different.  There is some part of me that still fears that someday I'll be faced with having to let them go back.  Should that happen, I wonder if they will know how much they were loved and cherished while they were here.  My heart would break if any of the three were to be away from me for any length of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love each of them in so many different ways. To explain it would take up the entirety of cyberspace. They are, each one, very endearing and special. Sometimes I wonder why I do this. Why do I spend all my time, energy and money on raising other people's children?? The answer is simple. Because they deserve it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leads me back to my original question.  What makes a person into a parent?  I think the answer is "Love".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891330772713865382-7423485663536976697?l=movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/7423485663536976697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891330772713865382&amp;postID=7423485663536976697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/7423485663536976697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/7423485663536976697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-makes-person-parent.html' title='What makes a person, a parent?'/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891330772713865382.post-6613190341932062728</id><published>2009-09-08T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:37:10.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another trip complete...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As many of you may or may not know, we travel to North Carolina once a month for visitation. A little background may be needed so let me elaborate. My son (aka step son - bet lets not get technical) has one weekend a month in which he visits with his mother in Greensboro, NC. The twins' parents (aka niece and her husband - but lets not get technical) are supposed to meet there too for a short supervised visit with the twins. They were, once again, unable to make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I packed up the kids on Friday afternoon and headed to my parents' house. Sr had been out of town for over a week and I was very happy to hear that he decided to stop and spend some time with us before continuing his trip back home. His original plan was to leave early Saturday morning and head back home so that he could get back to work. Thankfully, my big brown eyes did the trick and I convinced him to stay until Sunday morning. It was nice to have him there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning I was shocked and amazed that both babies... yes... I'll say that again... both babies slept until 8:45 AM!!! So not only was I pleased as punch to be snuggling with my honey but I was able to sleep past 6:30. What a blessing!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sr got up and took Jr to meet with his mom (the other one - just in case you were wondering). While he was gone my sister, in her hurried fashion, ran around getting the last minute things for the birthday party they were throwing for the twins. I helped to finish cleaning up the house, dress the babies and myself (thankfully - no one wants me showing up naked to a birthday party). Meanwhile my nieces &amp;amp; mother are really helping out with the twins. Its nice to have more than one set of hands with these two. I never really realize how much I do in a day with them until I have someone else helping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Party time - people begin to arrive! Sis has done an amazing job on the food. We had fresh fruit, veggies, crackers, chips - each with their own form of dip - mostly made of CRACK! Yu&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/Sqb0DfhIrXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9XfNqsVlrJ4/s1600-h/CIMG0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379255145777900914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/Sqb0DfhIrXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9XfNqsVlrJ4/s200/CIMG0327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m! We opted for cupcakes instead of a large cake. I think that was a much better choice.... not that the babies liked it any better. Sitting around listening to the cacophony that is my family is one of my favorite things! We are so loud and obnoxious! But you can feel the love! When it was time to give the babies their cupcakes, we stripped them down and put them in their seats. As we were singing Happy Birthday, the screaming began! After many attempts at getting them to try their cakes, we gave up. But not until we had a few photo ops. My mother figured it out.... We strip them down to their diapers, strap them down in a chair, sit a cup cake in front of them and then all these people start yelling at them (singing happy birthday). I imagine its pretty scary! Of course if I hadn't wanted them to get into it.... it would have been ON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning the babies slept in a little again. I was a happy woman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby left mid morning and T, J &amp;amp; the Girls came by after church. I love simply hanging out with them. The girls are always a treat. Later a couple of my (many) cousins dropped by. Again.... a blast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night, my Niece spent the night. I tried to hang with her and Mom but they are way too good at this night owl thing. I'm a little out of practice. We watched scary shows and made cracks the whole time. I read all the scary captions in my tiny goofy voice and RR laughed her patootie off! What a time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next morning, back on the road. As much as I dislike that ride home, getting home is always such a relief. I'm so thankful that we live so close to them that I can have these weekends. But I wish they were closer! I miss having them close by. My Sis and I were having a conversation the other day about how nice it would be. I'd have someone I could leave the kids with for the weekend and sneak some hubby time in, and she'd have the same. Although she has that now. I'm the one without... boo hiss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well enough for now. I didn't realize I was writing a novel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, wait... I did have one thing I felt I needed to get off my chest. Speaking of writing...... I know that blogging is supposed to be a place where anyone can go and talk about anything they so choose. My problem is.... if you're going to invite people to read your blog, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spell check&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I know I know... petty, right?!?! It drives me crazy. I know that I'm not perfect - or even close, for that matter. I'd simply like to read something that makes sense. People need to pay attention! I guess maybe some people type like they talk. That drives me crazy too. If I offend anyone... I'm sorry. But I needed to say it was driving me crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891330772713865382-6613190341932062728?l=movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/6613190341932062728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891330772713865382&amp;postID=6613190341932062728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/6613190341932062728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/6613190341932062728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-trip-complete.html' title='Another trip complete...'/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/Sqb0DfhIrXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9XfNqsVlrJ4/s72-c/CIMG0327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891330772713865382.post-1013424791189156156</id><published>2009-08-24T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T07:49:46.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving in a DIFFERENT direction!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was a very fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SpKnzlcoJfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gZxdripsuoU/s1600-h/CIMG0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373541810073773554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SpKnzlcoJfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gZxdripsuoU/s200/CIMG0274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning started off with a whole house pick up. With the help of Jr I was able to get the entire house ready for company; floors mopped, swept &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vacuumed&lt;/span&gt;, fresh sheets on beds, dusting, he even helped me dis-assemble the kitchen table and put it back together (one of the boards was stuck for the leaf to go in). My parents arrived a little after 1 and about 3:30 or 4, some amazing friends got here too. On top of it all, Sr was making a fantastic meal for us all. The babies were being overly fussy (teething, and all the &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SpKoSsqU8pI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gdHpujWqRCw/s1600-h/CIMG0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373542344586228370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SpKoSsqU8pI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gdHpujWqRCw/s200/CIMG0260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;commotion&lt;/span&gt; didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;contribute&lt;/span&gt; nicely to naps) but we managed to fit in a small 1st birthday celebration. L didn't understand the whole cake thing and was none too pleased to put her fingers into the mushy cake. Z took a little while to warm up to it and eventually had it all over the place (including the inside of his diaper). I still can't believe they're going to be a year old this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were all thoroughly stuffed, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;descended&lt;/span&gt; into the living room for a haze filled gab session. Mom &amp;amp; Dad left for their hotel and Shari, Al, Woody &amp;amp; I sat around the table running our mouths about everything from religion to politics and beyond! I must say this was the highlight of my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by friends &amp;amp; family with loud laughter and good food is the way I'd spend EVERY SINGLE DAY! I'm sure it would get old, but I'd definitely enjoy trying to wear it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, Sr got up and prepared another amazing meal. We all gathered around in my kitchen and ate and laughed some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the dust settled, our visitors all got into their vehicles and headed to their respective homes. About an hour or so later, I found myself napping, snuggled sweetly beside my honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has made me reflect on a few things. I love living here. My only regret is that one friend in particular lives so far away. Sometimes in life you have to sacrifice things. This is not one of those things I wanted to sacrifice. So, for now, daily phone calls and e-mails will have to do. That is until I can convince her that she needs to live here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been able to spend more time with my family than ever since we've moved here. Even when we all lived 45 minutes away from one another, I don't think we saw each other as much as we do now. We may have, but it wasn't quality (not to say that I still didn't enjoy it). I've heard over and over again how quality over quantity was better. Now I'm a firm believer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said something to Shari yesterday morning that has been stuck in my head. I told her that if we lived closer that we wouldn't enjoy the time as much. In some ways, I still think that's true. But it would be nice, though, to be able to have her closer for an extra set of hands on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I said to her that's been stuck in my head is that I wanted to be her when I grow up. In my eyes, she's got such a knack for organization that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;severely&lt;/span&gt; lack. She's always learning and teaching her children and I admire that. She's focused and determined to make things better for her husband and her children and herself all at the same time. By better, I don't mean that her life is bad. Rather that there is so much in this world that our families are exposed to that they REALLY shouldn't be. Sometimes its just easier to let "the system" tell you what's good and whats not without questioning why. I wonder if I'm guilty of that. I know I am to a certain degree. I'm more apt to sit back and accept something as truth without truly delving into it to find out the reasoning behind it. That can't be a crutch anymore. "The system" doesn't have my family's best interests in mind, and its my job to determine what's best for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I start moving in a different direction; trying to stay focused on a larger picture and managing myself and my family accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my guests this weekend, I say, "Thank you".&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/5891330772713865382-1013424791189156156?l=movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/1013424791189156156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891330772713865382&amp;postID=1013424791189156156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/1013424791189156156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/1013424791189156156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/2009/08/moving-in-different-direction.html' title='Moving in a DIFFERENT direction!'/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SpKnzlcoJfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gZxdripsuoU/s72-c/CIMG0274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891330772713865382.post-3153887810660142878</id><published>2009-08-13T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:13:18.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road again.....</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow after Jr gets out of school we'll be getting on the road and heading to NC again.  5 Hours in the car with 11 month old babies and a 14 year old can have its ups &amp;amp; downs, that's for certain!!!  The good part is that Jr gets chatty and starts talking more than usual.  The bad part is... its 5 hours in the car with 11 month old babies and a 14 year old.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month we will celebrate the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;babies&lt;/span&gt; 1st birthday.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;... I can't believe their going to be a year old.  Where has the time gone?  They've been with us now since December 12, 2008.  I remember the first time I held each of them.  Zack was so tiny and frail looking.  He was skinny and seemed weak, but had the cutest little sideways grin.  Lissa had a head full of hair and was clearly the stronger of the two.  She started wrapping Sr around her finger from the very start.  Once they came to live with us, they really began cementing their little feet into our hearts.  At first, I was so tired that I could hardly enjoy being with them.  Once I got used to going without sleep, I was able to take it all in.  Now, Zack's got a grip like a strongman and Lissa's ready to take on the world... as long as I'm within her line of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jr has been in school nearly 2 weeks now.  I still can't get over having a high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;schooler&lt;/span&gt;.  He's having some of the same struggles we've had since 1st grade.  The beginning of the school year always seems to be the hardest.  I guess its just getting back into the swing of things and not having any free time on your hands.  I have faith that he'll get on track and do what's expected of him... and do it well!  Especially with Sr behind him nudging him along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sr's&lt;/span&gt; taking more classes for his designations.  Sometimes I think its the classroom environment that he enjoys more than getting the designations.  That man always wants to know MORE... part of the reason I love him, I suppose.  I'm very proud of all he does for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally beginning to feel better.  Whatever creepy crud I had this week has certainly taken its toll on me but we're on the road to recovery..... sniffle sniffle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep moving in that direction!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891330772713865382-3153887810660142878?l=movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/3153887810660142878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891330772713865382&amp;postID=3153887810660142878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/3153887810660142878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/3153887810660142878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-road-again.html' title='On the road again.....'/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891330772713865382.post-4895997681086248293</id><published>2009-08-10T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:24:52.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One sick Mama!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This weekend was a rough one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been sick in a while; since we've gotten custody of the babies, I think. At least these were the words that were going through my head the other day when I started feeling the itch in the back of my throat. I'd been doing pretty good at putting everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; needs first and still managing to stay well. WELL.... that all changed on Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday I stared feeling a little scratchy so I drank some orange juice. Friday morning I got up and had a full fledged stuffy head... you know the kind that make your head feel like it weighs an extra 10 pounds. I trudged forward and tried my best to stay on task, even making a "to do" list so that I wouldn't get terribly distracted. Saturday I could feel the fever taking over. UGH!!! All the while, staying with my list and managing to finish it all up before Sr got home from his trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I like coming home to a clean house, so I figured I'd do my best to make sure he knew we were happy to have him home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning I woke with the nastiest, stuffiest, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sneeziest&lt;/span&gt; cold I'd had in a VERY long time. I was more cold than the coldest winter morning, yet it was hot outside. Bundled in my long sleeved sweat shirt, jeans, and socks, I curled back into bed under the down comforter and slept peacefully for many hours. Thanks to MIL &amp;amp; Sr for tending to the babies!!! Sr came in and checked on me a couple of times and I was blissfully unaware! Thankfully, Mom made dinner and I was able to relax in a hot bath. Afterwards, I was feeling TONS better and slept very well throughout the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I was refreshed as I woke. Only to find that BOTH babies are now exhibiting signs of the creepy crud. As I sit here and type, they are both sleeping well. Nap time usually takes about 2 hours and so far, they've been asleep for 2 1/2. I'm hoping they sleep right through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yuckies&lt;/span&gt; and wake up happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I'm on the upswing, its back to the weekly grind. Although this week, I feel like I'm ahead of the curve since I was able to get the whole house in order before I crashed! Now its just a matter of maintaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I've been able to get my coupons organized, my menu for the week planned and dinner started. Its now 2:15 pm and I feel pretty confident that the rest of the day will go pretty well. Famous last words, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SoBlpNKRYII/AAAAAAAAAEA/Mj8GNVnidOE/s1600-h/CIMG0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368402514407415938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SoBlpNKRYII/AAAAAAAAAEA/Mj8GNVnidOE/s200/CIMG0251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On an up-note... Z has finally started to sit up like a big boy. Last month he surprised us all with the leaps and bounds of progress he'd made. First crawling, then pulling up and standing up. Oddly, he wouldn't sit up on his bum. He'd lean over each and every time you'd try to sit him up. This morning I watched him sit straight up just like his sister and play. What a wonderful sight to see!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always, we're continuing to move in that direction!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891330772713865382-4895997681086248293?l=movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/4895997681086248293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891330772713865382&amp;postID=4895997681086248293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/4895997681086248293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/4895997681086248293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-sick-mama.html' title='One sick Mama!!!'/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SoBlpNKRYII/AAAAAAAAAEA/Mj8GNVnidOE/s72-c/CIMG0251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891330772713865382.post-6519724876318966351</id><published>2009-08-04T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:31:32.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I say?? I'm honored!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow!! Thanks, Shari (Life Gets Messy)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading her blog this morning and I find that she's been given an award for how AWE-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SUMMM&lt;/span&gt; she is and she's passed that honor on to me (along with 6 of her other buds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So here's how it works....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. List seven things that make you Awe-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;summm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pass this on to seven &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; you read religiously.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag those seven &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go backwards (kind of like a count down to the most awe-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;summ&lt;/span&gt;-est).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm constantly reminded of how beautiful friendship can be. Being an army brat, it was hard to make and keep friends for any length of time as a child. Well, let me rephrase that, making them was easy, keeping them was difficult. Over the years, however, I've managed to make some amazing friends and keep those friendships. Sometimes I'll go a month, two months, a year without seeing or speaking to them. When we do have the chance to catch up, its like no time has passed and we can pick up right where we left off! You gotta love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Taking each day as a learning experience has been a challenge, but I think that's one of the things that makes the AWE factor even greater! I may not know it all, but it's sure fun figuring it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Although I may complain, having my Mother-in-law here living with us is a great help. Its hard to have two women trying to run one household. We do it with relative ease and are getting better at it all the time (see #6).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have two of the most amazing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nieces&lt;/span&gt;! They are sweet, kind-hearted, funny and most of all... genuine. Each time I'm around them I can't help but smile and feel a warmth that only they can give me! Love you girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My sister has been my companion for over 30 years now. She's been there to listen to me laugh and to listen to me cry... sometimes even to laugh until I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Growing up it was my parents, my sister and me. The best part is that even though we were all over the globe, we always had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. In addition to that.... there was more family back home that always accepted us back with open arms and big hugs! We may have been miles apart, but we were always close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last but certainly not least... My husband and my family are the most amazing and AWE-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SUMMM&lt;/span&gt; part of who I am. Sr reminds me on a daily basis how special I am to him. The feeling is mutual, of course. Jr reminds me to never give up on my dreams... as he was my dream come true. The newest additions to our family, the twins. They keep me on my toes and make little things come to life that I never thought I'd be able to experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for passing of the torch. As I don't have many blogs that I read each day, I'm going to put the 3 that I subscribe to. Perhaps I should explore more of them. No, I probably shouldn't as I waste too much time on the computer everyday anyway. Time Management is not one of my AWE-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SUMMM&lt;/span&gt; qualities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shari (Life Gets Messy) &lt;a href="http://www.lifegetsmessy.com/"&gt;http://www.lifegetsmessy.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Jamie (The Smith Family) &lt;a href="http://mgjmsmith.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mgjmsmith.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Laurie (Starting Over) &lt;a href="http://mommiesout.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mommiesout.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again, Shari! You know I love ya, girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891330772713865382-6519724876318966351?l=movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/6519724876318966351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891330772713865382&amp;postID=6519724876318966351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/6519724876318966351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/6519724876318966351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-can-i-say-im-honored.html' title='What can I say?? I&apos;m honored!!!'/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891330772713865382.post-5872109092172781251</id><published>2009-08-02T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:03:02.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections of my baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SnZhDVa2JqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SbdU8ois8c0/s1600-h/Mom%26Son.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365582715975771810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SnZhDVa2JqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SbdU8ois8c0/s320/Mom%26Son.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jr goes back to school tomorrow. This time is slightly different than most. This time, he's a High School student. I'm facing tomorrow with a mixture of emotions. I'm glad he's going back, as he's been bored and fidgety. I'm sad because it feels almost like this is another phase of his life closing forever. No longer is he the little boy who would crawl into my lap and play with my hair. No longer is he the little boy that enjoyed playing with action figures and super hero costumes. We've now replaced toy cars with computers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ipods&lt;/span&gt;. I look at him now and see a young man who's preparing for his future, talking about college and driving. In January, he'll be eligible for his Learner's Permit. Again, the fear sets in. My baby driving around in that crazy world while I fearfully grip the door handle, praying for our safe return. The next step - driving around in the crazy world without me. Without me?? That's something I'm definitely not ready for. I miss him already! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he's grown and has his own family, I'm sure I'll look back and smile at the many memories we've created as a family. I'll fondly remember listening to him hum the Star Wars theme over and over again while he played or watching him put every single &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; costume on that he'd ever owned, all at the same time or feeling the excitement grow as he and I would create a silly hat for silly hat day at school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first time I met him, he was 3 years old. He was weary of any woman in his Daddy's life, I suppose. Slowly, he warmed to me and before you knew it, he was sitting in my lap showing me how to work his favorite toy. I never thought I could love someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; child as though he were mine. He brought a dimension that I'd prayed for and gladly accepted. Watching him grow has been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt;. Its not all been easy, and I'm sure he doesn't always believe that I'm happy to have him in my life. We're both head strong, set in our ways, opinionated, antagonistic... But I couldn't imagine my life without him in it. He's been my baby, my boy, my heart and for that, I'm BLESSED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891330772713865382-5872109092172781251?l=movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/5872109092172781251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891330772713865382&amp;postID=5872109092172781251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/5872109092172781251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/5872109092172781251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/2009/08/reflections-of-my-baby.html' title='Reflections of my baby'/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SnZhDVa2JqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SbdU8ois8c0/s72-c/Mom%26Son.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891330772713865382.post-4523742184738620710</id><published>2009-06-12T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:02:28.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a busy morning!</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke to the sound of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No alarm going off, no babies crying, no dog whining, nothing....  It was nice to wake up without being woken up.  The babies slept until about 10 after 8, which is highly unusual.  They're usually up the minute the sun cracks the horizon, if not earlier.  Sr got up, got in the shower and took Jr with him to work.  As MIL is in VA, I didn't know what to do with myself.  Silence in the house is such an unusual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt;.  So, I took the baby monitor outside and had a cup of coffee while enjoying the morning sun.  The last time I did that was several years ago on a weekend get away in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Williamsburg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as my cup was empty, baby #1 began wriggling in her crib.  Of course going into the nursery to get her up woke baby #2.  Thankfully, both seemed happy and well rested.  Since then, the morning has been somewhat of a whirlwind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;washed, dried and reassembled both crib sets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fed 1 jar of baby food per baby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;washed, dried and put away a load of towels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;washed, dried and put away 2 other loads of laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;washed and sanitized at least a dozen bottles and their accessories&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;picked up baby toys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;made a bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gave both babies baths&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walked the dog (with babies in the stroller) around the block&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;straighted the kitchen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;began dinner preparations for tonight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;straightened master bath&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow, now that its all typed out I'm sort of proud of myself.  I almost feel like I need to reward myself somehow.  I know, the babies are down for naps and I can go back out on the porch with another cup of coffee.  If that little bit of rejuvenation gets that much accomplished, then I need to make that a priority!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be honest, I get through most days wondering what I did with all my time.  It feels like all I do is pick up after everyone and wait for them to leave something lying around again.  At times its overwhelming and I get grumpy if I see Jr expecting me to pick up after him, same with Sr.  I don't mean to be nasty but it just happens.  I don't get cranky over having to pick up after the babies because they can't pick up after themselves.  But Jr &amp;amp; Sr both know how, but don't.  I guess that's partly my fault.  MIL &amp;amp; I have done for them for so long that they just expect it, I suppose.  Now that the babies are here, I'm having a very hard time doing the things I used to do.  Asking them to pick up after themselves just frustrates me, because I turn around and there is yet another pair of socks in the floor and I feel like they just ignore my request.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry to rant and complain.  I was hoping that you might have a little insight on how I can work through this, aside from going into a temper tantrum.  I don't want to do anything drastic like going on strike, as a friend suggested.  I feel like that would simply elevate the situation to another level.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Otherwise, all is well here.  I'm fairing pretty well without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MIL's&lt;/span&gt; help.  She really does help out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; around here, doing the dishes, helping with babies, meal prep and grocery shopping.  I'll be glad when she's back though.  Its nice to be able to run to the store without an hours worth of preparation in getting the babies ready.  Not to mention, my Rover's down again, so I'm toting the babies around in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MIL's&lt;/span&gt; 2 door sedan; getting backward facing car seats in and out of that back seat - NOT FUN!  Not to mention you can't really push a shopping cart and a double stroller at the same time.  Too bad they're not big enough for those carts with the big toddler seats.   Back on subject - I think I've been more productive the last few days.  Partly because I'm not running around doing errands, but staying home more.  We'll see how I feel as next week rolls in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jr seems to be enjoying his summer.  He's addicted to World of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Warcraft&lt;/span&gt;.  If any of you have loved ones considering playing that game.... tell them NO!  I've begun to refer to it as World of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WarCRACK&lt;/span&gt;.  He &amp;amp; Sr both play and are continually working on their characters and missions.  Its good that they have that to share.  They've also been going to the gym nearly every evening together.  Both of them are trimming down nicely.  I didn't think Jr needed to lose weight, of course, but he's beginning to get definition and looking like a grown man.  It's terrifying and amazing all at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I mentioned, Sr is really losing weight.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I turn around it looks like his clothes are too big for him.  He's doing amazingly well at maintaining his eating habits and keeping motivated to go to the gym.  He got a membership for me too, but as I'm sure you can imagine, I've not had the opportunity to go yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I'm signing out for now and heading to the porch with a cup of java.  So as always, keep moving in that direction!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891330772713865382-4523742184738620710?l=movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/4523742184738620710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891330772713865382&amp;postID=4523742184738620710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/4523742184738620710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/4523742184738620710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-busy-morning.html' title='What a busy morning!'/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891330772713865382.post-3437452419125020921</id><published>2009-06-06T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T04:58:48.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As always, things here are still moving forward as fast as a locomotive.  Most days that locomotive is fueled with very strong coffee and baby formula!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is no exception!  In the last 2 days I think I've had about 8 hours sleep.  I could be wrong, but I think we have a teething baby or two.  Amazingly, the fussing seems to only happen after 12 am each night.  I think those little buggers plan it that way.  Its a conspiracy to keep me from sleeping, thus keeping me in a caffeine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;induced&lt;/span&gt; fog during the day.  Those sneaky sneaky babies (spoken with a crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Russian&lt;/span&gt; accent). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest baby (Sr.) is doing really well with his new diet and the weight seems to be washing off of him in the shower.  This makes me happy and irritated all at the same time.  I'm so busy dealing with what everyone else eats that when it comes time for me to eat, I just grab whatever with no regard for calories, fat, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;, etc.  So while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sr's&lt;/span&gt; weight is falling off of him, mine is just sitting there staring me back in the mirror every morning.  Damn that Little Debbie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jr's seems happy that summer has finally arrived.  Today he's going fishing with some friends.  Its good to see him doing things socially.  I hope he has a good time.  I'm not sure if that means we'll be cleaning fish for fun this evening or not.  Well, not me.... yuck!  I don't do fish guts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His report card came in.  Not as good as I would have hoped, but not terrible either.  4 B's and 1 C in his core classes.  The rest (electives) of his classes were E's (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;excellent&lt;/span&gt;).  I was a little worried for a little while, but he pulled up his boot straps and dug in.  We're still proud of him.  He's been through a lot of change this year and this just proves he can do whatever he puts his mind to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies are doing very well.  Zack's still not crawling, but he's working on it.  Lissa's pulling up on furniture, drawers, entertainment centers... pretty much anything she can.  Won't be long before she's furniture cruising and trying to walk and stand on her own.  I'm having a hard time keeping her out of stuff.  What on earth am I going to do once they're both mobile???  (Note to self - invest in hair care products to cover all the grey that will surely appear overnight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIL is getting excited about her trip back to VA next week.  It will do her good to see the rest of the family and her church family.  She's been going to a church here but it just isn't the same for her yet.  I think she was beginning to get homesick.  I hope she has a great time but I already look forward to her return, as I really am happy to have her help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to chasing kids, menu planning and all those other things I manage to squeeze into a day.  As always, keep it moving in that direction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. S. - Thanks to all my family that welcomed the babies in so completely!  You're all very special to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891330772713865382-3437452419125020921?l=movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/3437452419125020921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891330772713865382&amp;postID=3437452419125020921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/3437452419125020921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/3437452419125020921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-always-things-here-are-still-moving.html' title=''/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891330772713865382.post-2854683542774194108</id><published>2009-05-05T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T07:20:42.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a busy world we live in!</title><content type='html'>I've gotten a few requests for me to update my blog again. So here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last blog a ton of stuff has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we had court for custody of the babies on April 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;. I drove to my parents house on Wednesday, the 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nd&lt;/span&gt;. It was an uneventful trip, aside from a busted AC. The babies and I were cooking by the time we arrived in NC. After a much needed cool off and rest (and a couple cans of AC refrigerant), we made the rest of the trip to VA on the 23rd. We were all exhausted, but arrived by mid afternoon. We chilled at the hotel for the rest of the afternoon. Sr arrived late that evening and then he &amp;amp; a friend went out for a while. I'd have gone too, but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rug rats&lt;/span&gt; needed me to stick it out with them. The 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; was a super long day for all of us. Court wasn't until 3 pm so the babies and I stuck around the comfy, cool hotel room until just before court. Sr ran errands, had lunch with a friend, and even managed to successfully pick out a pair of shoes for me (what a man!!!). Court was supposed to begin at 3 but we didn't get in until 3:30 (always on the court's time). Actually the parents were late this time, not an attorney. Ultimately, the parents agreed that they weren't able to take care of the babies and requested that our petition for custody be granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings on this are mixed. While I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt; that the babies are staying with us, I'm sad for Sarah. I cannot imagine what it must feel like to have to admit that you're not able to care for your own children. I love her dearly and am very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; with the direction her life has taken. I only wish there was more I could do for her. Taking care of and loving her children will have to be enough for now, as she &amp;amp; her husband don't seem open to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sr. flew back out Friday evening and the babies &amp;amp; I stuck around the airport for a while so that their parents could have some time to visit with them. I was able to spend some much needed time with T.  She always recharges my batteries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we were packed up and back on the road. Thankfully it wasn't as hot a day. We arrived in NC and my family all welcomed us and with open arms. They really are a great bunch. I was able to spend some time with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nieces&lt;/span&gt;, my sister, a couple of my multitude of Aunts, my parents and even a cousin or two or 8 (man, coming from a large family is exhausting). Sunday the babies and I got back on the road and were happy to get back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I got home to a sick Sr. My poor honey wasn't feeling well at all. The next day h wasn't any better, in fact, he was worse. After much pressure from me, we ended up at the emergency room. Poor guy was admitted to the hospital. They took good care of him and returned him to me on Thursday evening. I'm hoping we can better manage our diets to keep this from happening again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm back on weight watcher and trying to make better choices for our family. I realized that I've taught my son all the bad eating habits that I have and don't want him to struggle with his weight the way Sr &amp;amp; I do. Now that we've got the babies too, I've got to make better choices for them as well. Jr's not nearly as thrilled about the prospect of changing our eating habits but with time, I'm hoping we can all understand what's going on in our own bodies a little better. So far I've lost 2 lbs. Not much in the grand scheme of things, but it's a step in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The babies are growing and changing each and every day! They are 8 months old now. Lissa's crawling and yesterday she sat up on her own for the first time. It was priceless! She sat up and then looked around like, "wow, this is pretty cool". She's still a little wobbly, but I guess that's to be expected. Zack's starting to push up when he's on his belly. Crawling isn't too terribly far off I'll bet. He's gotten to be a demanding little fella. He used to be content just sitting back and watching the action. Suddenly he wants to be part of the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jr's excited that school is almost over. Just a few weeks left. He's doing pretty good this 9 weeks and seems happy with all the friends he's gotten in his new school. I remember what it's like to be the new kid in town and he adjusted very well. Actually, he says he's got more friends in this new school than he ever did back in VA. He needs that. Matter of fact, he says, "I feel like I fit better here". That made me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;immensely&lt;/span&gt; happy to hear that. He's still a broody teenager and his parents still don't know anything, but some day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIL is doing well too. She was having some issues with her allergies but seems to be doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; now. The neighbors have planted an enormous garden across the street in the city's green belt. I can see the wheels turning in her head. Something tells me they won't be the only ones next planting season. Either that or I'll almost bet she talks them into letting her use it during the fall (can we say Collards). She has been an amazing help with the kids. With Sr in the hospital last week I really relied on her a lot. I was able to spend quite a bit of time with him and she jumped in! I'm very thankful to have her here. I really need to make sure I let her know how much I appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, babies are down for naps so its a perfect time for me to get some laundry done (fun fun fun). Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on moving!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891330772713865382-2854683542774194108?l=movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/2854683542774194108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891330772713865382&amp;postID=2854683542774194108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/2854683542774194108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/2854683542774194108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-busy-world-we-live-in.html' title='Its a busy world we live in!'/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891330772713865382.post-5644009733961031080</id><published>2009-04-20T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:00:04.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A busy month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More and more these days it seems our weekends are eaten up by a trip here, a trip there, and all sorts of activities that keep us from being able to just "BE". Here's a short synopsis of our month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SeyMR5AZ9BI/AAAAAAAAADI/LLsn3PQDyZg/s1600-h/IMG_6467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326786698260640786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SeyMR5AZ9BI/AAAAAAAAADI/LLsn3PQDyZg/s320/IMG_6467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first weekend in April Sr &amp;amp; Jr went on a father/son trip to New Orleans. We rented them a vehicle and they took the 10 hour drive down on Thursday. They stayed right in the French Quarter and ate their way through New Orleans. We're raising such a foodie!!! They ate Gumbo, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Etouffee&lt;/span&gt; and just generally had a good time. Sunday they made the long trip home. They really had a great time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then back into the weekly routine....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second weekend in April was Easter weekend. I drove Jr to spend the 3 day weekend with his mother in Greensboro. Luckily, my parents are only 1 1/2 hours from there, so I was able to go spend the weekend with them. On Easter, I left for Greensboro. Then my Land Rover pooped out on me. So what started out as a 6 hour trip turned into about 14 hours. Jr &amp;amp; I sat in the Rover for about 2 hours waiting for my Dad &amp;amp; my uncle to come rescue us. We kept ourselves occupied by bouncing babies on our laps and laughing at those goofy kids. Once we got back on the road, it was a constant worry about when it would overheat again. We're pretty sure it is the Thermostat. We got home at about 2 am and Sr re-heated Easter dinner for us (Lamb &amp;amp; Potato soup - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DELISH&lt;/span&gt;). Overall, I enjoyed spending time with Jr. No video games, no chores, just us chatting it up about everything under the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third weekend in April has just passed and we were actually able to spend it at home. Sr had to work, though; catching up on all the work he's got pouring in. We went out for Sushi on Friday night. The guys went to the movies Saturday night and Sunday evening I spent on the couch with my honey watching a movie. Once again, back to the weekly routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week is going to be the busiest of the month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SeyNPYpUAZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/w7TqyeE3Sjo/s1600-h/MZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326787754725736850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SeyNPYpUAZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/w7TqyeE3Sjo/s320/MZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ave, babies in tow, to head to Virginia for yet another court proceeding. I'll drive to my parents home and spend the night. Then back on the road for the remainder of the trip on Thursday. Court is at 3:00 pm on Friday. Depending on the outcome will depend on when I head back. If the babies stay in Virginia, then I'll drive all the way back on Saturday. If they stay with us then I'll drive to my parents on Saturday morning, then the rest of the trip on Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been a very stressful time for us, as I'm sure you can imagine. Not knowing whether the babies are staying here or not has been hard on all of us. You try not to get too emotionally attached but then they smile at you and the walls you tried to build around your heart just melt away. Its been a great joy to have them in our home for whatever time they stay here. They keep me on my toes and they keep us looking forward. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sr's&lt;/span&gt; gotten as attached as I have, I think... even though he won't admit it. Its hard not to. Jr seems to be showing signs of attachment as well. He's started picking them up and walking around with them. He's a good role model. I'm very proud of the young man he's becoming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, so there's the synopsis of our month. Hoping next month is a lot less busy but just as full of love! - KEEP ON MOVING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891330772713865382-5644009733961031080?l=movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/5644009733961031080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891330772713865382&amp;postID=5644009733961031080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/5644009733961031080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/5644009733961031080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-month.html' title='A busy month'/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SeyMR5AZ9BI/AAAAAAAAADI/LLsn3PQDyZg/s72-c/IMG_6467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891330772713865382.post-1261323224875875615</id><published>2009-04-19T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:20:28.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing dress up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I'm going to admit something.... part of the joys of having the babies here is dressing them up in all the cute outfits that are out there. Quite frankly there is much more out there to dress a little girl in than there is for a little boy. Thanks to my mother &amp;amp; father, I've gotten a few new outfits for the babies lately. This one was especially cute on Zack. I had to share!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's such a goofy boy when he smiles....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326422442369876594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SetA_aEgAnI/AAAAAAAAACg/cixQxh_aLIw/s400/DSC00110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891330772713865382-1261323224875875615?l=movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/1261323224875875615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891330772713865382&amp;postID=1261323224875875615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/1261323224875875615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/1261323224875875615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/2009/04/playing-dress-up.html' title='Playing dress up'/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SetA_aEgAnI/AAAAAAAAACg/cixQxh_aLIw/s72-c/DSC00110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891330772713865382.post-3853209247531502465</id><published>2009-04-15T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T04:20:55.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One long night!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was Sr's Birthday. I spent the majority of the day running around trying to make things just right for his day, even though he said he'd prefer that I didn't. By the end of the day, I'd managed to get birthday shopping done, leave cards on his desk at work, make a New York Cheesecake (from scratch), get dinner prepared, take care of babies (with the help of MIL, Thank God), get last minute report covers for Jr, and even talked to Mom &amp;amp; Dad multiple times throughout the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, what a day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It never ends, though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after the babies are down for the night, I snuggle in next to Sr and begin to watch a movie. I don't quite make it through the movie (neither did Sr). Next thing I know, it's 1 am and there's a screaming baby in the crib. After calming her and getting her back to sleep, I snuggle back in. Now, keep in mind, she's not sleeping through the night yet, so I'm completely accustomed to being woken up at least twice a night. Tonight, however, is a completely different story. From 1:30 am til 5:45 am she woke at least once an hour. It would take me a little while to get her calmed then back to sleep. I calculate that I was able to sleep about 20 minutes an hour. All in all I think I've gotten about 2 hours of sleep. Poor baby had nasty gas. *note to self--no more bananas and pudding baby food*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now she's sleeping peacefully in her swing and I'm wishing I could snuggle in there too for a nap. Alas, the day must go on. Maybe I'll sneak a nap while the two of them are napping this afternoon. Nope, too much to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ironing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner Preparation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;General House Cleaning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lunch for Sr&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I've got enough to fill nap time with being productive. Hopefully she'll rest a bit better tonight and I can too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep on moving!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324876420170208482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SeXC5EkZVOI/AAAAAAAAACY/yoznqFlePy4/s400/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" /&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/5891330772713865382-3853209247531502465?l=movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/3853209247531502465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891330772713865382&amp;postID=3853209247531502465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/3853209247531502465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/3853209247531502465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-long-night.html' title='One long night!!!'/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SeXC5EkZVOI/AAAAAAAAACY/yoznqFlePy4/s72-c/DSC00032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891330772713865382.post-974386271043196208</id><published>2009-04-13T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:33:33.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When a 6 hour trip turns into a 14 hour trip</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was expecting to spend about 6 hours on the road.  Well, it turned into 14 hours, roughly.  The trip from Mom &amp;amp; Dad's house to Greensboro was supremely uneventful.  Then from Greensboro to home - my Rover decided to poop out on me - REPEATEDLY!  My Dad &amp;amp; my uncle Tim came to my rescue and followed me home to make sure we made it back okay.  Lets just say that the babies were not happy - but we made it without trauma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my honey's b-day.  I'm trying to figure out what to make him for dinner but not getting help from him on his wishes.  The only request I've gotten is that I don't try something new.  So far I've decided on a Cheesecake.  I'll have to update with the full menu another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping this post short and sweet, so I hope to update again later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891330772713865382-974386271043196208?l=movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/974386271043196208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891330772713865382&amp;postID=974386271043196208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/974386271043196208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/974386271043196208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-6-hour-trip-turns-into-14-hour.html' title='When a 6 hour trip turns into a 14 hour trip'/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891330772713865382.post-21932322339425327</id><published>2009-03-27T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:36:21.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This week has at times flown by and at others crept slowly.  For those of you interested, I tried my hand at bread again.  It wasn't a flaming success.  Matter of fact, I'm pretty sure you could call it a failure.  I'm really not sure what it is that I'm doing wrong.  But, I'm not giving up.  I'm sure I'll give it another go this coming week, at some point.  Besides, at this rate, all the birds in the neighborhood know exactly where to go for food, as I'm making sure they get fed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for my list of to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;do's&lt;/span&gt; - yeah, still working on a few of those.  The babies were EXTREMELY fussy this week; teeth coming in.  They're not sleeping like they usually do and they are really sensitive.  Someone sneezes and suddenly both babies are jumping and crying.  Its strange.  Any advice on the matter would be greatly appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jr went back to school after spring break.  I'm hoping that he's got a better handle on things this nine weeks.  Last nine weeks I believe he was too busy concentrating on making sure he had friends and not realizing how much that was taking away from his school work.  I'm trying to make sure I help stay on top of what he's got going on and so far, have been met with less attitude than I had expected.  Until he proves himself, he's lost computer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;privileges&lt;/span&gt; on school nights.  He's not been happy about that, but I guess its our responsibility to teach him that action creates consequence; no matter how difficult that may seem at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sr, myself and apparently the dog were plagued with some sort of stomach bug too.  Thankfully it only seemed to last about a day or so.  But getting back into the swing of things after that is always difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I think I'm going to run and grab my glass of wine and try to convince Sr to watch a movie with me.  When you can't get out for a movie, bring one in.... and I can't have a glass of red in a movie theater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Take care all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891330772713865382-21932322339425327?l=movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/21932322339425327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891330772713865382&amp;postID=21932322339425327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/21932322339425327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/21932322339425327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-week.html' title='Long week'/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891330772713865382.post-2744781172056630412</id><published>2009-03-25T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T06:30:55.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking her lead...</title><content type='html'>So my friend Shari came and visited a bit last week, as I mentioned in my previous blog. I had such a blast with her and her girls. Shari is my hero! Now that I'm working on being a domestic goddess like her, I'm trying to take it one step at a time. First step was to try to make bread from scratch using her Family Bread recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my hand at it yesterday for the first time. Let's just say that the first batch turned into bird food. I did something wrong and the bread is super dense. I'm not one to give up, so I'm going to try it again today. Stay tuned for the review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son made dinner last night. It was very good, I thought. Spaghetti isn't terribly difficult, but its a start for a 14 year old. He's always willing to help in the kitchen. When I asked him if he'd like to do it, he jumped at the chance. Sr came in about halfway through and helped him a bit while I fed the babies. I'm always thankful for a bit of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was up and back to my daily activities much earlier than I would have liked. Lissa's gotten her clock messed up, I think. 4:30 Monday morning, 5:00 Tuesday morning, and 4:00 this morning. Hopefully she'll take a long nap so I can catch a wink or two as well. Who am I kidding?? I use that time to straighten the living room. Its about the only time that the room isn't cluttered with baby toys these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm hoping to accomplish several tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Washing the bedding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaning the master bath&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Balancing the check book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making a batch of Family Bread&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If the weather clears a bit, take a walk with the babies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again, keep an eye out for how much I actually accomplish. My thinking is that with my readers as my conscious, I'll have to stay on top of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take care!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891330772713865382-2744781172056630412?l=movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/2744781172056630412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891330772713865382&amp;postID=2744781172056630412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/2744781172056630412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/2744781172056630412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/2009/03/taking-her-lead.html' title='Taking her lead...'/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891330772713865382.post-6959005699592078356</id><published>2009-03-20T07:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:04:59.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is constant but change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since my last blog my life has changed TREMENDOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We're now living in a home about half the size in another state. Back in September we started considering a move to Tennessee. After much consideration, we took a great opportunity and moved our family west. So far so good. I love it here. The people are nicer, there is less traffic, the cost of living is significantly lower, and its just a better environment for our family all the way around. I like having the smaller home, too. Much easier to manage. Although, you'll see in a minute why.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/ScW4t_JEXPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PvP3i3TzPXM/s1600-h/img405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315858035363831026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/ScW4t_JEXPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PvP3i3TzPXM/s320/img405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We currently have custody of a set of beautiful twin babies; Lissa and Zack. They are almost 7 months old now and have been with us since December. Any free time I thought I might have once we moved here is gone in the cool winter breezes. Long story short, their parents didn't have the resources to take care of them. At this point, we've got another court date set for April 24th. We should have more concrete details at that time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My son is doing amazingly well here. He's struggled a little bit with school, but I think that's just because he was concentrating so hard on not being the new kid and getting a gaggle of friends. He misses his friends back in VA, but other than that seems pretty content (as much as a 14 year old can be).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friend Shari and her beautiful 3 girls came and spent a few days with us. I hadn't seen them since the youngest was a baby. Now she's trying her best to run the roost. They were such a blast to have here. "E" has grown into a very beautiful, helpful young woman. I couldn't get over how tall she'd gotten. "M" is a sight! Definitely the girliest of the girls. So I totally relate to that. I think I might have a tea party friend for life. "J" is a pistol, aptly dubbed "the blonde terrorist". But she's got such a sweet heart! Like a cat; when she wants attention, you must dole it out now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm missing some friends from home terribly; Tami, especially. The funny thing is that when I lived in VA we'd go a year without seeing one another and that was ok, because we knew we could. Now that I'm in TN, I feel like I need to see her more. Thankfully, with the court dates and visitation we've been doing with the babies, I've been able to see her a couple more times. I'd like to go back and spend more time than a couple of hours with her though. Hopefully when she takes her vacation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, signing off for now. I hope to find some time to blog again soon. Enjoy!&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/5891330772713865382-6959005699592078356?l=movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/6959005699592078356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891330772713865382&amp;postID=6959005699592078356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/6959005699592078356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/6959005699592078356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-is-constant-but-change.html' title='Nothing is constant but change'/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/ScW4t_JEXPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PvP3i3TzPXM/s72-c/img405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891330772713865382.post-8701849738588593377</id><published>2008-11-16T08:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T08:41:15.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting the past</title><content type='html'>I thought that instead of going over my day's events this morning, that I'd bring back some memories.  Here are a few pictures I pulled off one of our old computers.  Enjoy the trip down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jr. testing for his next belt in Tae Kwan Do.  That seems like so long ago!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SSBKd1f-TXI/AAAAAAAAACA/c5GTmH4vamM/s1600-h/woody.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269293440461327730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SSBKd1f-TXI/AAAAAAAAACA/c5GTmH4vamM/s320/woody.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Jr. and some of his cousins on his first hunting trip.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SSBKdgccctI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sruyCTq7oDo/s1600-h/cheeky+children.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269293434809381586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SSBKdgccctI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sruyCTq7oDo/s320/cheeky+children.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Sr. &amp;amp; I in Vegas a couple of years ago.  We had a fantastic time and can't wait to go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SSBKdLAGyfI/AAAAAAAAABw/zNSGTt8nX9o/s1600-h/wlfincham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269293429053377010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SSBKdLAGyfI/AAAAAAAAABw/zNSGTt8nX9o/s320/wlfincham.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;One of my first attempts at picture editin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;g.  Sr, Jr, and 2 of my Brothers-in-law.  It was the first time they'd all been together in MANY years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SSBKdHQLySI/AAAAAAAAABo/H5Ry-1MTOI8/s1600-h/finchams+in+the+woods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269293428047071522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SSBKdHQLySI/AAAAAAAAABo/H5Ry-1MTOI8/s320/finchams+in+the+woods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Jr. &amp;amp; Mini-me didn't take too kindly to me trying to snuggle them in the middle of an amusement park.  I'll have to say - I enjoyed it thoroughly.  It was one of the hi-lights of my vacation that year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SSBKc58zg_I/AAAAAAAAABg/DweQQO0VZ4w/s1600-h/982891659_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269293424476128242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SSBKc58zg_I/AAAAAAAAABg/DweQQO0VZ4w/s320/982891659_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891330772713865382-8701849738588593377?l=movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/8701849738588593377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891330772713865382&amp;postID=8701849738588593377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/8701849738588593377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/8701849738588593377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/2008/11/visiting-past.html' title='Visiting the past'/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SSBKd1f-TXI/AAAAAAAAACA/c5GTmH4vamM/s72-c/woody.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891330772713865382.post-678405166246920019</id><published>2008-11-14T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:17:45.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the hardest things.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SR35AAEAJ_I/AAAAAAAAABA/6D0Bh-NYAPA/s1600-h/Home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268640917505452018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SR35AAEAJ_I/AAAAAAAAABA/6D0Bh-NYAPA/s200/Home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets start with the good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a great time seeing my Dad yesterday. We had some mexican food and walked around the mall, enjoying each other's conversation. And... although the little girl inside me wanted to pull on his pantleg a few times and beg for something sparkly from the window, I didn't. :-) Sometimes its hard to curb ones behavior, and I think I'm learning pretty well about excess spending; whether its my money or someone elses. What made the time spent with my Dad even better is that Sr didn't fuss -- Not even for a minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After filling up on Daddy hugs, I went home and enjoyed an evening of doing NOTHING. It was nice. I sat on the couch beside Sr and watched television. I think I might actually begin to like the fact that he's found World of Warcraft. While he's busy playing his game on the laptop, he actually lets me hold the remote. I watched the first episode of the season of one of my favorite shows (Top Chef), and a little bit of a show I could care less about, before I fell asleep on the couch with my husband at my feet and my dog, Sam, cuddled under my arm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I woke to the sound of pouring rain. All that does is make me want to stay in bed. Alas, that's not the way it works around here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got up, took Jr to school, got some work done, all the while putting off something I'd been dreading doing for a couple of weeks now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hardest part about being a business owner (aside from taxes) is having to let someone go. Today Sr &amp;amp; I had to sit down with our Administrative Assistant and let her know that there just isn't enough business for us to continue to pay her. There is just so little work coming in that paying her becomes a burden on us that we can't keep harboring. When it comes down to it, we've held on to her position longer than we should have and if I have to chose between feeding my kid or feeding her, I chose the kid everytime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We let her know today around 4. It went better than I expected, but still wasn't easy. I care about her on a personal level, and I think that's what makes it so difficult. I know she'll get through this. She's young and has a lot to offer. It won't be long before she's in another job. I'm not sure if she'll ever find one as cushy as this one has been over the past couple of months, but I certainly wish her all the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm looking at this pile of paperwork on my desk that I need to tackle, I smell Fried Chicken, Macaroni &amp;amp; Cheese and Squash cooking in the kitchen. I can't wait to turn off the light in my office for the day and go try to salvage the rest of my evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing you all, good food, good friend and the time to enjoy them all....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laurie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891330772713865382-678405166246920019?l=movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/678405166246920019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891330772713865382&amp;postID=678405166246920019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/678405166246920019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/678405166246920019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-of-hardest-things.html' title='One of the hardest things.....'/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SR35AAEAJ_I/AAAAAAAAABA/6D0Bh-NYAPA/s72-c/Home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891330772713865382.post-8193730006616003144</id><published>2008-11-12T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:24:06.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another busy day in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SRudY8_6_6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Z8gZTQpuzmA/s1600-h/Growing+Up+Woody-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267977241156583330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SRudY8_6_6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Z8gZTQpuzmA/s200/Growing+Up+Woody-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 1 AM this morning, I realized I was supposed to give a presentation about our business at 8:30 AM. I've known for weeks that I was going to have to do this, but in my usual fashion, I procrastinated once again. So I was left with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;delima&lt;/span&gt; - go to bed and get up early to prepare the speech or stay up even later than I already had and get it done. I opted for getting up early (another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;procrastination&lt;/span&gt;, looking back). So I snuggled into bed with my honey, after having set the alarm for 5 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 AM comes and I roll over and hit the snooze... not even thinking about the morning's events. After many more rolls, I told my husband I thought I would bail on my speech this morning. He does what he usually does and encourages me to go ahead and get out of bed and get it taken care of. After all, it's for the betterment of our livelihood, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this time I roll over and place my feet firmly on the ground to get moving. I prepared my speech, got dressed and scrambled to get out the door on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting went well, and my speech was well received. Thank God! I was given many compliments on it and told about how much more prepared I'd seemed this time than the last. Funny thing is, I'd prepared weeks in advance last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting, off to the bank. This time, no holiday and ID in hand. Paid the bill and headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sr's&lt;/span&gt; in Richmond today at a class so things around the office were QUIET. Not much activity to speak of. Except.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our guys has been MIA since yesterday afternoon. I'd tried to call him and text him multiple times, as had Sr. After calling around town for him, we finally found him. He'd left his phone somewhere and was surprised that we'd begun to worry. I guess its just my nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked Jr up from school and took him out for a treat or two. Its amazing sometimes how much he opens up and talks. Other times, he's a brooding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;teenaged&lt;/span&gt; boy and he barely speaks two words. Today, however, he seemed in good spirits and I revelled in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jr had an appointment and while waiting, heard from my Dad. He's coming to town! It's always nice to get a big warm Daddy hug. Doesn't matter what's plaguing me, that always seems to heal it.... even if its just for a moment. I'll get to see him tomorrow and I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening I found out that one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;neices&lt;/span&gt; is having some issues. I pray for her. I remember what it was like to be 17 and feel like the world was crumbling around you. She'll make it through this.... that much I'm sure of. She's got loving parents and sisters who, I'm sure she'll find, are ready to catch her when she stumbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's dark in my house and I can hear the gentle hum of my son's fan. It really makes me reminisce about how things have changed over the past several years. He's growing into such an amazing person and I can't wait to be a part of the life he's only beginning to build. Sometimes I wish I could freeze time. Then he'd never grow taller than me, he'd continue to like being cuddled up on the couch and he'd always be my little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891330772713865382-8193730006616003144?l=movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/8193730006616003144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891330772713865382&amp;postID=8193730006616003144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/8193730006616003144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/8193730006616003144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-busy-day-in-my-life.html' title='Another busy day in my life'/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SRudY8_6_6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Z8gZTQpuzmA/s72-c/Growing+Up+Woody-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891330772713865382.post-308628380013003582</id><published>2008-11-11T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:56:47.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SRpF3VNexyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7DaYKPvbLCo/s1600-h/Woody+takes+flight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267599531052025634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SRpF3VNexyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7DaYKPvbLCo/s320/Woody+takes+flight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been a pretty productive day, altogether.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I accomplished most of what I set out to do today. Although I wasn't thinking straight earlier. I got all the way to the bank before I realized, 1 - I didn't have my ID and 2- Its a banking holiday. So I guess 1 really didn't matter afterall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, I sold 2 of the old desks (6 more to go) and was able to fit in all sorts of other things. Got some work done, helped a neighbor with their new computer, snuggled a couple of babies and had some really good conversation with my son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is another day and I'm excited for all the new opportunities coming my way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a lot planned again (as always). Lets see if I can keep the momentum moving in a forward direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laurie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891330772713865382-308628380013003582?l=movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/308628380013003582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891330772713865382&amp;postID=308628380013003582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/308628380013003582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/308628380013003582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/2008/11/finishing-day.html' title='Finishing the Day'/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SRpF3VNexyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7DaYKPvbLCo/s72-c/Woody+takes+flight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891330772713865382.post-5297633737047778577</id><published>2008-11-11T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:02:20.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopefully A First of Many</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SRmeX7pQEBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J7NWX-8QpU0/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267415373171396626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SRmeX7pQEBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J7NWX-8QpU0/s200/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Morning All......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is slam packed with activity. So much to do, so little time to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, off to the bank. Gotta take care of business, right? Then off to sell an old desk or two. Next back home to work and manage the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jr's off school today for Veteran's Day. Good luck getting him to get his nose out of the computer long enough to enjoy such a beautiful day. Little does he know, he'll be finishing up yard work before the day's out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sr's got a speaking engagement. Another Real Estate Company that wants him to come talk about how the market's changing. Quite frankly, if they don't know how its changing, they probably aren't paying attention. Just my two cents worth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner tonight is May's BBQ sandwiches. YUM! Can't wait for those. But in the mean time, I'd probably better get something in my tummy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope to keep this up! I enjoy blogging and hope you enjoy reading them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laurie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891330772713865382-5297633737047778577?l=movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/5297633737047778577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5891330772713865382&amp;postID=5297633737047778577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/5297633737047778577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891330772713865382/posts/default/5297633737047778577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movinginthatdirection.blogspot.com/2008/11/hopefully-first-of-many.html' title='Hopefully A First of Many'/><author><name>Moving In That Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643764843428026915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SgBbwRuD08I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZfjYz9D-lDI/S220/wlfincham.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6keoEsrCwsY/SRmeX7pQEBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J7NWX-8QpU0/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
