<?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-5339044682464242010</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:54:16.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Home</title><subtitle type='html'>It's wild around here but it's happy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-7702037786198833021</id><published>2010-04-09T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T10:35:35.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S79k0QfSmxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TR8QsEyc46g/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458192122338515730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S79k0QfSmxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TR8QsEyc46g/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked Booty fun on the slip and slide.  Little brother was not going to be out done by big brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S79k0C90s9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Z-i65yIG6D0/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458192118708483026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S79k0C90s9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Z-i65yIG6D0/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that saggy diaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S79kZUfHTvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/E3fWFRj9sAA/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458191659555049202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S79kZUfHTvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/E3fWFRj9sAA/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slip and slide provided hours of birthday fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S79kYwJKQfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/p6PH6Ewgci8/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458191649799291378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S79kYwJKQfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/p6PH6Ewgci8/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David had his friends come and they had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S79kYyQRC6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UmvJP8sjbtA/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458191650365967266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S79kYyQRC6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UmvJP8sjbtA/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what this is about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S79kYOq9jBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9XtNxzOEyLY/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458191640814259218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S79kYOq9jBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9XtNxzOEyLY/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth and Charles at the birthday party.  Such a cute picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S79kX9qiT3I/AAAAAAAAADw/tcc7cm8Nvmo/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458191636249071474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S79kX9qiT3I/AAAAAAAAADw/tcc7cm8Nvmo/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah decided he was hungry one day and there was no need to wait on the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5339044682464242010-7702037786198833021?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/7702037786198833021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=7702037786198833021' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/7702037786198833021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/7702037786198833021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-happy-days.html' title='Oh Happy Days'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S79k0QfSmxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TR8QsEyc46g/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-2282954757242452280</id><published>2010-03-23T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T09:45:20.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of the kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S6jvHEZCKmI/AAAAAAAAADo/pC3cir4xWcU/s1600-h/DSCF0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451870253648849506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S6jvHEZCKmI/AAAAAAAAADo/pC3cir4xWcU/s320/DSCF0042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae and Micah watching Baby Einstein.  Micah wanted her baby so I gave him one of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S6jvGjQJDcI/AAAAAAAAADg/24w3IG6_7Nc/s1600-h/DSCF0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451870244753182146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S6jvGjQJDcI/AAAAAAAAADg/24w3IG6_7Nc/s320/DSCF0025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah playing Granny's organ.  He's got his cute face on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S6jvGRqpkaI/AAAAAAAAADY/k-iW1fEZKlc/s1600-h/DSCF0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451870240032526754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S6jvGRqpkaI/AAAAAAAAADY/k-iW1fEZKlc/s320/DSCF0019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn and Micah.  He loves Marilyn alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S6jvF2fE-SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lN_Bg4Tyasc/s1600-h/DSCF0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451870232736233762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S6jvF2fE-SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lN_Bg4Tyasc/s320/DSCF0015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah and Rae playing sweetly.  It doesn't happen a lot so I took a picture to remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S6jvFrz8rzI/AAAAAAAAADI/SD2H-qeEeqM/s1600-h/DSCF0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451870229870980914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S6jvFrz8rzI/AAAAAAAAADI/SD2H-qeEeqM/s320/DSCF0009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa and Skeleton.  They were playing dress up in old Halloween costumes.  Rae looks sort of like a gangster/rap kind of Santa.  She will be so embarassed of this pic when she gets older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5339044682464242010-2282954757242452280?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/2282954757242452280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=2282954757242452280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2282954757242452280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2282954757242452280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2010/03/pictures-of-kids.html' title='Pictures of the kids'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S6jvHEZCKmI/AAAAAAAAADo/pC3cir4xWcU/s72-c/DSCF0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-1061538321844026410</id><published>2010-03-14T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T09:47:13.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Micah's first haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448530671295170530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S50Rxypeh-I/AAAAAAAAADA/Qy2LaJtBBjA/s320/Micah+-+First+Haircut+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Rae with her "friend" at the beauty shop.  She started talking to this lady (who was steadily ignoring her) and she announced to everyone that she was her new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S50RxglaqXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/n8fstxEjkv8/s1600-h/Micah+-+First+Haircut+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448530666446301554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S50RxglaqXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/n8fstxEjkv8/s320/Micah+-+First+Haircut+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Micah with his babysitter Marilyn, pre-trim.  Such a cute and happy baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S50Rxax1zZI/AAAAAAAAACw/ufgKceHsfMg/s1600-h/Micah+-+First+Haircut+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448530664887799186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S50Rxax1zZI/AAAAAAAAACw/ufgKceHsfMg/s320/Micah+-+First+Haircut+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is with Kim.  He did really great and was so sweet the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S50RNPUzmbI/AAAAAAAAACo/pmCjbQ1chIs/s1600-h/Micah+-+First+Haircut+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448530043337939378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S50RNPUzmbI/AAAAAAAAACo/pmCjbQ1chIs/s320/Micah+-+First+Haircut+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Micah and his cousin who is 6 months younger, pre-trim.  They are so handsome in their matching shirts.  They both were really sweet and only towards the end did Micah decide that he had had enough and he started to kind of melt out of the seat, slowly sliding toward the floor as if to say, "Finished!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a sweet little guy.  Everyone should have a child like this.  He is definately able to throw a fit when he needs to but it really doesn't happen very often at all.  Such a sweetheart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-1061538321844026410?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/1061538321844026410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=1061538321844026410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/1061538321844026410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/1061538321844026410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2010/03/micahs-first-haircut.html' title='Micah&apos;s first haircut'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/S50Rxypeh-I/AAAAAAAAADA/Qy2LaJtBBjA/s72-c/Micah+-+First+Haircut+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-5812596234679041172</id><published>2009-12-05T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T06:53:37.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So apparently it's been a while since I've blogged.  Sorry.  We have been doing well and making good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Disney in October and that was so fun.  The cousins all did really well together and I was personally so proud of how my own children did.  So grown up!  It was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really wonderful, laid back Thanksgiving and that was a treat.  None of the usual Holiday exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are staring down Christmas and I can hardly believe it.  We have shopped for the kids and for each other and I am excited that it is almost here.  We are having cold weather (okay, not really if you live in Omaha) for us and we have had a fire.  Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to update again soon.  For now...stay warm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-5812596234679041172?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/5812596234679041172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=5812596234679041172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5812596234679041172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5812596234679041172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-apparently-its-been-while-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-9211961844995626310</id><published>2009-10-08T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:08:08.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With Much Appreciation</title><content type='html'>I feel compelled to offer a word of thanks to a few team members who do a lot around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys are really worker bees.  They stay up later than anyone in the house and when I am so tired that my eyes are crossing...they are still hard at it.  When all I can think about is the wallowed out space on my side of the bed they are washing clothes and dishes and that is why I am so grateful for my major appliances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11pm when I am just finishing wiping off the table, my dishwasher picks up where I leave off and gets the job done.  My washing machines goes night and day (or so it seems) and don't even get me started on my dryer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is moments like these when I am so grateful that I am me and not my great great grandmother washing my clothes by hand and heating my dishwater on the stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got out of the tub and as I type my dishwasher is scrubbing away and my washing machine is spinning like it was meant to do.  I'm so grateful.  So very very very grateful.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-9211961844995626310?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/9211961844995626310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=9211961844995626310' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/9211961844995626310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/9211961844995626310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2009/10/with-much-appreciation.html' title='With Much Appreciation'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-4229144749492594708</id><published>2009-09-22T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T05:14:10.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Monthly Post</title><content type='html'>I guess I'm only going to be able to post monthly for a while?  It seems like that's my new pattern anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are good here.  David is doing so well in school.  He is such a smartie and we are always impressed at how much he is learning.  He is going on a 6 hour field trip today and thankfully I got out of this one!  Whew.  6 hours is a long time to be with 40 pre-kers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae looks to be coming out of her two year old stage.  It's been a doozy.  I see signs of my sweet little girl returning.  Praise God.  We weren't sure we were going to make it.  This morning she told me (as I was threatening David with a spanking), "No, Mama, don't spank David!  He's my best brother!"  What a love she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah is the sweetest child around.  For real.  Everybody should have a baby like him.  Unless he is working on teeth he is so pleasant.  HE is pulling up and standing some without holding on.  He can walk now by holding on to our fingers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three sweet sweet children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck just started harvesting peanuts, just finished corn, and we are probably looking at him going straight from peanuts into pecans.  How does this translate?  Work, work, work! 6 days a week kind of stinks because Sundays are the "get it done" day instead of resting but...what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Micah talking in his room.  Time for him to be up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-4229144749492594708?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/4229144749492594708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=4229144749492594708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/4229144749492594708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/4229144749492594708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-monthly-post.html' title='My Monthly Post'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-66531133033858481</id><published>2009-08-27T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:39:14.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here At Hannah's</title><content type='html'>I know it has been forever but I've been swamped - what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here at Hannah's because tomorrow she is having her ultrasound!  Yay!  We are so hoping for a girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is getting her hair cut right now and I am staying with the kids.  Sadly, David had to stay behind in Camilla and he said, "But Mama!  I have never got to go to Luke's house and I am so disappointed!"  Well, he is a big boy now.  School calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really is loving school.  He says he loves everything and his teacher and only says he misses watching cartoons at home.  Rae likes being queen of the castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since we have been at Hannah's we have broken two jars of baby food, I have had to scrub the carpet amd tile twice and I just had to save Hannah's good china.  Yikes.  It could be a rough few days for Hannah's house.  Hope it survives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-66531133033858481?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/66531133033858481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=66531133033858481' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/66531133033858481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/66531133033858481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-at-hannahs.html' title='Here At Hannah&apos;s'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-3482927365759583846</id><published>2009-07-27T13:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T07:11:00.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobby</title><content type='html'>Rae has a funny new habit. She walked into our room the other morning and said, "Good Morning, Bobby!" to her daddy. I don't know why. She calls him Bobby all the time now. She prayed and asked Jesus to please make her Bobby feel better. And she also introduced herself to a lady at Lowe's by saying, "Hey, I'm Rae Rae. This is Micah, my mommy, and my daddy, Bobby." What???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have gotten lots of laughs about it. She is such a funny little bird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-3482927365759583846?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/3482927365759583846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=3482927365759583846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3482927365759583846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3482927365759583846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2009/07/bobby_27.html' title='Bobby'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-1715875386982810039</id><published>2009-07-27T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T07:10:30.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobby</title><content type='html'>Rae has a funny new habit. She walked into our room the other morning and said, "Good Morning, Bobby!" to her daddy. I don't know why. She calls him Bobby all the time now. She prayed and asked Jesus to please make her Bobby feel better. And she also introduced herself to a lady at Lowe's by saying, "Hey, I'm Rae Rae. This is Micah, my mommy, and my daddy, Bobby." What???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have gotten lots of laughs about it. She is such a funny little bird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-1715875386982810039?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/1715875386982810039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=1715875386982810039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/1715875386982810039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/1715875386982810039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2009/07/bobby.html' title='Bobby'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-144086061894579004</id><published>2009-07-27T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:48:21.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Boy it's been a long time!  Let me give everyone a little update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Micah now has 4 teeth!  I know, it's insane how fast they grow.  He is eating all kinds of table food, pulling up, crawling around the house like he is training for NASCAR, and is the sweetest thing you could ever hope for.  Seriously.  He is SO sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - David starts big kid school in a few weeks.  I'm so ready!  He's bored at home and is constantly stirring up trouble just to have some excitement.  He steals Rae's blanket, bops her on the head and all kinds of other irritating boy stuff.  He has such a sweet heart though.  He is always randomly hugging me and telling me how much he loves me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Rae is really getting grown-y.  She is struggling through this 2 year old stage and it's tough for us too.  Today I was somewhat overwhelmed and shooed her out of the kitchen (with an exasperated, "Rae, go!") and she told her Grandma that I threw her away.  Sigh.....  She also is a sweetheart though.  She loves to snuggle, always tries to comfort when she thinks we are in pain, and actually tried to breastfeed me the other night.  That's right.  She threw her little chest on top of my head and said in the highest pitched voice ever, "Nurse, MAma!  Nurse!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lovely woman coming to help me for 10 hours a week and oh my it's fabulous.  Thank Heaven for mamas that know you need help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's it.  Maybe I will be better at blogging from here on out.  Or maybe not.  We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-144086061894579004?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/144086061894579004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=144086061894579004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/144086061894579004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/144086061894579004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-7968320760793798049</id><published>2009-06-08T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:51:59.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Mice and Miracles</title><content type='html'>We have a mouse problem.  This house is older and has lots of little mouse holes for them to come in.  We get one hole fixed and another is discovered.  So...we have mice.  We did catch one this morning and it has now met its demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to miracles.  We are trying to cultivate a culture of miracles in our house.  We are teaching the kids to ask for the things that they want from God.  He is their Father.  Why wouldn't he do cool things for them?  Why not raise someone from the dead?  Why not heal cancer?  Why not save a sick baby's life?  Let's ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just heard David talking to Jesus in the playroom, "Jesus, will you please do a miracle for the mouse?"  So I say to David, "Baby, what are you asking for a miracle for?"  "The mouse so he can live again!"  Uh no.  That is not what I had in mind when talking about miracles.  Yick.  Me no like mice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-7968320760793798049?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/7968320760793798049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=7968320760793798049' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/7968320760793798049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/7968320760793798049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-mice-and-miracles.html' title='Of Mice and Miracles'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-3530495386063697634</id><published>2009-06-01T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:38:26.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Lessons</title><content type='html'>We started swimming lessons today, or I should say David did.  We discovered yesterday that they were desperately needed and only in small town America can you call someone at home and say, "Help!" and be enrolled in lessons minutes later.  It's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did well and is looking forward to tomorrow.  His teacher said he screamed and would hate her come nightfall.  So far that prophecy has not come true.  We'll see.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We signed a lease agreement with renters today for the house in town.  It feels weird.  For those of you who have lived in Athens I had flashbacks of Carriage House Realty. (or the Slum Lords as one neighbor used to call them)  Let's hope that we do a little better job than they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah has a bleeding diaper rash.  The pediatrician said to air it out.  Yick.  He had you know what all over him.  And he screamed.  He didn't stop screaming until he was clean.  The baby likes to be clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what we are doing this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-3530495386063697634?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/3530495386063697634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=3530495386063697634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3530495386063697634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3530495386063697634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2009/06/swimming-lessons.html' title='Swimming Lessons'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-5493198784536707959</id><published>2009-05-20T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T05:42:23.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Underestimated</title><content type='html'>I am not dead.  I had back problems for a few weeks and couldn't sit in the computer chair.  And I also underestimated how much work 3 kids, 1 big house, 2 kitties, and planting season would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - for the record - I am not dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-5493198784536707959?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/5493198784536707959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=5493198784536707959' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5493198784536707959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5493198784536707959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2009/05/underestimated.html' title='Underestimated'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-7255975279552520493</id><published>2009-03-25T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T06:57:50.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumpy Nickels</title><content type='html'>This morning David started talking about what bad guys.  I'm not even sure where he has seen bad guys but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he started explaining that they don't wear shirts and they have those bumpy things.....Bumpy things?  &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yeah, you know, Mama.&lt;/span&gt; (And he points to his chest)  &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;These things except theirs are bumpy.&lt;/span&gt;  Ohhhh, you mean nipples.  &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yeah, bad guys have bumpy nickels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-7255975279552520493?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/7255975279552520493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=7255975279552520493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/7255975279552520493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/7255975279552520493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2009/03/bumpy-nickels.html' title='Bumpy Nickels'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-3357334905435423657</id><published>2009-03-19T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:14:39.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck</title><content type='html'>I am completely unable to let &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/29760888/?gt1=43001"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; go.  It was reported yesterday on &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.com/"&gt;www.msnbc.com&lt;/a&gt; that a woman who is married to a millionare is seeking $53,000.00 a week in alimony.  That's right.  You read that correctly.  53K.  A week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you friggin kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, granted she's 36 and he's 67 (he really should have seen this one coming) but still.  It's ridiculous.  She has a prenup that gives her 43 million.  Is that enough?  Noooooo.  Because she has "expenses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has to be able to pay for her Park Avenue apartment and her three places in Sweden.  Oh, and don't forget her list of things such as weekly clothes "budget" of $4,500.00 and the $1,000.00 it takes to care for her skin and hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no way that I have spent $4,500.00 on clothes &lt;em&gt;since I've been married!&lt;/em&gt;  Much less a week?  And has got to be the ugliest woman alive if it takes $1,000.00 a week to see about her skin and hair.  I mean - could she possible have leprousy and need special skin treatments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sure that if she had to live any of our lives she would be totally slumming.  Poor thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huntsincharlotte.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melissa and Jake&lt;/a&gt;, how long could you stay in Prague for $53,000.00 a week?  I'm pretty sure it's longer than the grandparents of your children would like to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clayanddeborah.blogspot.com/"&gt;Clay and Deborah&lt;/a&gt;, how many new cars could you buy for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-3357334905435423657?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/3357334905435423657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=3357334905435423657' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3357334905435423657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3357334905435423657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-heck.html' title='What the heck'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-3845734140450004974</id><published>2009-03-16T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:36:25.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgot</title><content type='html'>Okay - One thing I forgot.  Chuck and I started watching this &lt;a href="http://www.peasantprincess.com/"&gt;series&lt;/a&gt; and it is really so good!  I found it from my cousin's blog and I'm so glad I did.  The preacher is really good and he's a man's man so Chuck doesn't mind listening.  Even if your marriage is perfect and needs no work (and I'm making a, "Whatever, I don't believe you" face right now) you should check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as a side note, I heard Rae making weird sounds like she was wrestling or trying to get out of a trap or something.  Turns out she was dancing.  Really funny to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-3845734140450004974?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/3845734140450004974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=3845734140450004974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3845734140450004974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3845734140450004974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2009/03/forgot.html' title='Forgot'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-4504872235099675586</id><published>2009-03-16T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T05:19:29.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a quickie because Micah is screaming for his cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really busy week with a lot of fun happenings.  Micah started oatmeal cereal a week or so ago and really has the hang of it.  He's learning to swallow and has decided he cannot be filled up and is always hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck and I started a little Bible Study/Get Together/Book Club thingy with another couple.  We are really excited about this - deeper friendships and another source to spark excitement about the Word and what God is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a little group for a few moms who stay at home with small children last week too.  It should be fun. We're going to be doing the Love Dare book and I think it will be a challenge.  I'm looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and Annalee have a birthday party coming up and we're all really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck worked so hard this week and with A LOT of help from daddy has my yard looking so good.  New straw and everything.  I'm so proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let Rae play with Rachel last week and she had a great time.  She wants to go back and play with Rachel and Abi-gail all the time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck and I got a date night!  So fun.  Just us, sushi, and time....What more could I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay gotta go feed a hungry baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-4504872235099675586?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/4504872235099675586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=4504872235099675586' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/4504872235099675586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/4504872235099675586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2009/03/happenings.html' title='Happenings'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-7172093636286951448</id><published>2009-03-04T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:07:52.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities</title><content type='html'>I had a conversation with a friend earlier this week and we were talking about a particular difference between men and women.  You know the conversation, "We can't afford A" but then he comes home having spent money on B.  (and of course it can be totally reversed) It just shows that our priorities are in two different places.  I think a certain thing is essential while he feels we can't live without something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't putting husbands down - it's merely an observation of the difference in how our minds work.  What's important to me isn't always important to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got me thinking - shouldn't it be?  For the people we love, shouldn't we go above and beyond to put their needs and often their desires before our own? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about my time with the kids.  They want me to play Candyland. (Remind me to thank you, &lt;a href="http://www.hannahhoffmann.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hannah&lt;/a&gt;, for that wretched game)  I have a sink full of dishes and if I put the dishes off then I will have to do them while the kids sleep when I want to lay on the couch while they sleep.  Priorities! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Chuck gets home I want to be "off duty" for an hour, get in the bathtub, and sink into the water until it covers my ears allowing me to block out sound for a little while. (Thanks for the tip, &lt;a href="http://www.flintriversoapfactory.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeannie&lt;/a&gt;)  I could, instead, choose to sit with him, hear about his day, and offer him a little TLC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something for me to think about as a way of letting my loved ones know that they are my priority.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-7172093636286951448?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/7172093636286951448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=7172093636286951448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/7172093636286951448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/7172093636286951448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2009/03/priorities.html' title='Priorities'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-9183195875817974409</id><published>2009-02-27T04:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T04:57:19.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Meetings</title><content type='html'>Some days I think my kids would have been great Minute Men or other key revolutionary figures in history.  They have the most important thing: a strong desire to overthrow the ruling government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain.  This week has been......tough.  Rae has had a runny tummy so she has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whiii&lt;/span&gt;-nee.  Now let me tell you something - that child can whine.  She throws back her head, exposes her throat, and lets it go.  It's something to see for such a little girl.  David has also not been 100% either.  He hasn't been bright eyed at all.  He has been, as my daddy would say, "weak eyed." (It's all about the eyes!)  And, since he doesn't feel good, that has shown up in his behavior in a major way.  Lots of whining and arguing.  Even sweet Micah has been a little fussy this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I imagine happens early in the morning before I get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David sneaks into Rae's room and loudly whispers, "Get up!  It's time to plan."  For the next 10 minutes or so they work on a scheme to drive me crazy.  The scheme includes lots of whining, questioning authority, plenty of tantrums and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt; never hurts.  Then they quickly put this plan into action before mama and daddy can get out of bed.  Hit em where it hurts.  This continues for at least one week so Mama is ready to commit herself to the nearest place where one can be committed.  Doesn't matter what kind of rehab it is - Mama needs it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need me to spell it out for you I will - It's been a tough week.  We need a touch from the Lord or there will be consequences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-9183195875817974409?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/9183195875817974409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=9183195875817974409' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/9183195875817974409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/9183195875817974409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2009/02/secret-meetings.html' title='Secret Meetings'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-1038554832623278669</id><published>2009-02-24T11:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:22:56.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glitter</title><content type='html'>Okay, for those of you who don't know this (and most of you do, I'm sure) I am not crafty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my name is Kate, I can't do crafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad I know. Now stop sneering! I can't help it. It's genetic and if you know my mother you know that's true too. I'm not disdainful of crafts at all. I think it's cool. I love scrapbooks but I do not scrapbook. Can't. No talent or patience for it all. I always envied &lt;a href="http://www.huntsincharlotte.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt; in college because she is so freakin crafty. And I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glitter, yes I'm back to it. So, tomorrow night I am leading a Bible Study for some middle school girls. The Lord gave me some neat ideas and a topic and it has driven me to crafts. God helps us all. So, I was planning on doing something completely from scratch and in rides Martha Stewart on her white horse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/SaRHwuujZrI/AAAAAAAAACg/4NI_PQOrJ8w/s1600-h/Martha+stewart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306445163451868850" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/SaRHwuujZrI/AAAAAAAAACg/4NI_PQOrJ8w/s320/Martha+stewart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they cute? Cards with glitter butterflies! Except mine have nature things on them but sweet Martha packaged the glitter and the stickers and everything and I really didn't do much but am extremely proud of my crafts. &lt;a href="http://www.flintriversoapfactory.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeannie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.riverwhispers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt;, check the cards out when the girls get home tomorrow night and sight with envy at my skill. Or Martha's. Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-1038554832623278669?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/1038554832623278669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=1038554832623278669' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/1038554832623278669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/1038554832623278669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2009/02/glitter.html' title='Glitter'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/SaRHwuujZrI/AAAAAAAAACg/4NI_PQOrJ8w/s72-c/Martha+stewart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-3849004832211950755</id><published>2009-02-20T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:00:00.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Important Issue - Please Help!</title><content type='html'>Congress is set to vote on legislation effecting families with autism in early March. I've shared before how insurance companies are not forced to pay for therapies for autistic people. It's considered a "non-treatable" disease but that's not true! More and more families are having success treating and even reversing some aspects of autism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please click on this link below. It will take you to the Easter Seal website where it makes it so easy for you to contact your representatives and ask them to support this important legislation. Please help out. It won't take but a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.easterseals.com/site/R?i=4BYKncP9FAe3KEy5ZEmAgg"&gt;http://www.easterseals.com/site/R?i=4BYKncP9FAe3KEy5ZEmAgg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Kate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-3849004832211950755?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/3849004832211950755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=3849004832211950755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3849004832211950755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3849004832211950755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2009/02/important-issue-please-help.html' title='An Important Issue - Please Help!'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-2879416470673812848</id><published>2009-02-10T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T05:17:25.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeding</title><content type='html'>I've done something the last few days that I really don't do - gardening.  I know, most people do that kind of thing but I just never have.  I don't like to be hot and I really don't know what I'm doing anyway.  BUT I had a project that I wanted done in the yard and it was up to me.  SO...I went to work.  I had this one section of a flower bed where Veda had planted ground cover (read viney weed like things that take over) and I wanted to clear it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a very large section but it took me almost two days to get it cleaned out.  That stuff had taken over!  The roots were much stronger than you would think for a little vine and it was totally wrapped around other plants like rose bushes and azaleas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was tough to get that junk out and I noticed that the baby shoots were a lot easier to pluck up by the root than those that had grown.  And, of course, it got me thinking about sin in my own life and bad behaviors in my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can get to sin while it is still in the thought stage, we can get it out fairly easily.  We can usually get to the root of it without losing the health of our mind and lives.  But we know how close thoughts and actions are so we have to get it quickly.  I have found in my own life that the longer I choose to hold onto something the more frustrating it is to get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of it with your children too.  When they first start a behavior, if you catch it then you can usually head it off pretty quickly.  But if you let it stay long you have just created a project for the next year!  Saying, "No!" to Mama at first is so cute!  They're independent and sassy.  Fast forward to age 16.  Not so cute anymore is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get rid of one rose bush because it was really old and intertwined with that crazy ground cover stuff.  I actually had to use those pruning cutters to cut the vine because it was so strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I pull a few shoots of the stuff every day then I can keep it in check.  I really don't want to allow my spirit to become so covered over with defiance, anger, lies, or anything else that major digging and cutting is required.  Maintenance is the key.  I must practice repentance and discipline (with my self and the kids) every day to stay healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-2879416470673812848?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/2879416470673812848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=2879416470673812848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2879416470673812848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2879416470673812848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2009/02/weeding.html' title='Weeding'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-3000570237071005017</id><published>2009-02-03T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:31:21.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by Facebook and e-mail and on blogs and I can't keep up!  So I'm going to do my "random things" here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I hate to feel trapped.  I won't even let Chuck hold me too close or tightly.  It makes me feel very nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  The older I get the less I like animals.  It's weird.  I used to really love dogs, cats, birds, etc.  I'm over it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When I was a young girl, I would pray almost every day that I would be wise like Solomon.  I always imagined God giving me a choice of riches or wisdom and, of course, I would pick wisdom in the scenario (and secretly hope for the riches too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  I hate it when people say, "I could care less."  That doesn't make sense people!  If you could care less than you then why even bother to make the statement.  Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) When my kids start using sayings that I use it scares me.  (ex:  David telling me, "I made a dog mess!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I hate the flies and the mice out here in the country.  Some days I think I would trade the beautiful scenery for fewer yucky things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I love reading people's blogs about their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I love hearing about and "knowing" other people's children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I'm not really all that maternal and therefore don't get the warm gushies for other people's children.  Only my own and my nieces and nephews.  Sorry.  If that makes me bad I can't help it.  I've accepted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I know that being a SAHM is the best thing that I can do for my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)  Some days I would trade being a SAHM for a job that challenges me mentally and not just emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)  I don't like for anyone to kiss me except for Chuck and the kids.  I have one person in my life who insists on kissing me every time they see me and it drives me crazy!  It's gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I have the least amount of tolerance when I'm pregnant.  Very little tolerance for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) I agree with Melissa.  I don't want to talk about things over and over.  Get over it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) I love fantasy books.  Eragon, Harry Potter, right up my alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)  I like to smell good like perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) I feel like the people whose blogs I read are really close to me when in reality some of them I barely know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) I cannot function when my kitchen is dirty.  It's too much for me to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) I don't really care if the bathrooms are dirty or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Rae has little tiny feet like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) I want Rae to be beautiful &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; smart.  One of my fears for her is that she will think being beautiful is an accomplishment and will stop there.  Dumb girls drive me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) I really admire women who choose to homeschool their kids.  They are giving up so many years of their lives and what they want to do for themselves.  Really selfless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) I don't plan to homeschool my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) I sometimes lay awake at night with theme songs from Disney Playhouse running through my head.  It's irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25)This took more work than I thought it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to read other people's 25 random things but won't "tag" anyone.  It's too much pressure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-3000570237071005017?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/3000570237071005017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=3000570237071005017' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3000570237071005017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3000570237071005017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things.html' title='25 Random Things'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-1466167041356182771</id><published>2009-01-29T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:12:40.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rae</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/SYI3ySilCLI/AAAAAAAAACY/tB93jsVa2dM/s1600-h/Rae"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296857448850983090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/SYI3ySilCLI/AAAAAAAAACY/tB93jsVa2dM/s400/Rae" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I have not been fair to Rae in this blog. I barely mention her but that's really because she is so easy to be around. She is such a love and parenting her is really not bad at all. Someone asked me about her being two and I assured them that, while we have our moments, she is very obedient and sweet natured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of her first words was "thank you" and she is very conscious about saying yes ma'am and please. She's almost too polite. If she says thank you and you don't quickly say you're welcome you get in trouble!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves her brothers and really doesn't do as well alone as she does with the boys. She likes to be entertained and being bossed around doesn't bother her at all. At the same time she is very independent and wants to "do my self mama."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves to have her hair put up in pig tails, wear dresses, and be all out prissy. She hates to be dirty and having a snotty nose is the worst of all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel differently about my little girl than I do my boys. I don't love her more it's just different. I can't explain it and would never have believed it before I had her. She's such a blessing to our family. I pray that God will knit our hearts together in a special way as she grows.&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/5339044682464242010-1466167041356182771?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/1466167041356182771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=1466167041356182771' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/1466167041356182771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/1466167041356182771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2009/01/rae.html' title='Rae'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/SYI3ySilCLI/AAAAAAAAACY/tB93jsVa2dM/s72-c/Rae' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-4076498750922226845</id><published>2009-01-20T14:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:04:45.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autism</title><content type='html'>Most of us know someone who has autism.  The numbers on how prevalent this disease is are shocking.  My sweet niece, Annalee, was recently diagnosed and her mother has been raising awareness within our family and the people that we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help her out I am posting a link to the webiste for Autism Speaks, an organization that helps raise awareness and funding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the problems that families with autism face is that Autism is not recognized by the State as a treatable disease therefore insurance companies are not required to cover therapies and various treatments.  Behavioural therapy and other treatments are crucial for early intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bill will soon be coming up in 2009 before the Georgia General Assembly which would recognize this as a treatable disease which would force insurance companies to pay for treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take a minute and go to &lt;a href="http://www.autismvotes.org/georgia"&gt;http://www.autismvotes.org/georgia&lt;/a&gt; to sign up for updates.  They will e-mail you when the time is right for you to contact your representative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worth the time it takes.  It will make a difference to a little girl named Annalee who looks like my Mama did when she was her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-4076498750922226845?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/4076498750922226845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=4076498750922226845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/4076498750922226845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/4076498750922226845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2009/01/autism.html' title='Autism'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-2486346499232400485</id><published>2009-01-08T14:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:18:22.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Wondering</title><content type='html'>I've been wondering why Chuck has come home, taken off his work clothes, and immediately sprayed his clothes with stain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;treater&lt;/span&gt; the last few days.  I mean, it's nice, but it's not normal.  Then I opened the cabinet with my laundry supplies.  Apparently my husband bought a gallon size bottle of shout with a 3 foot extendable trigger.  That's right.  He's been spraying his clothes because the trigger makes it fun and it makes him feel powerful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-2486346499232400485?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/2486346499232400485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=2486346499232400485' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2486346499232400485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2486346499232400485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-wondering.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Wondering'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-1916098845241971499</id><published>2008-12-21T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T16:36:28.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appletizers</title><content type='html'>The other day we were having a meal with Chuck's family and the food wasn't quite ready.  Of course the kids were already sitting at the table and were hungry.  So I said to David, "Let me give you guys an appetizer."  Unfortunately I was cutting up an apple for them.  Try explaining to a 3 year old the difference between appetizers and apple-tizers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now he asks for yogurt-tizers, snack-tizers, and all sorts of other things.  Yesterday he woke up and got some cereal out of the cabinet.  When we walked in he said, "I'm having a cereal-tizer!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-1916098845241971499?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/1916098845241971499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=1916098845241971499' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/1916098845241971499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/1916098845241971499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/12/appletizers.html' title='Appletizers'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-3007097205844771297</id><published>2008-12-13T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:08:30.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Micah</title><content type='html'>Just an update on what all Micah is doing lately.  He is such a sweet baby and is usually very content.  He has started smiling and even trying to laugh a little bit.  He "talks" some with coos and noises and the kids think it is hilarious!  David and Rae love him so much and call him "my baby."  He always seems happy to be in the middle of their chaos.  It doesn't seem to bother him at all when they are loud and rowdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has slept from 10p to 6a three nights in a row now!  I'm thrilled.  I love it and wonder how I managed when he was getting up multiple times during the night.  He has decided that he loves his "lovey" from Aunt Raeanna and we often times find him scooted up next to his rabbit with its softest parts on his face and head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is very sensitive to what I eat.  He's a little gassy so I try to be really careful.  He can't tolerate cabbage, chocolate, much caffeine, or tomato based stuff.  These I figured out the hard way!  Mylicon is our friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how we ever lived without him.  He's such a sweet heart.  Every time I look at him I want to squeeze the life out of him because I filled so overwhelmed with love.  (I know that really doesn't make sense but if you've ever felt that way then you know what I mean!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to leave the house for a movie watching date with a friend of mine.  I can't wait.  I haven't gotten to do something like this since the summer so I'm really looking forward to it.  Chuck's sister is coming to watch the kids.  Thank the Lord for sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to update y'all on Micah.  Have a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-3007097205844771297?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/3007097205844771297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=3007097205844771297' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3007097205844771297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3007097205844771297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/12/micah.html' title='Micah'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-5809635857635956369</id><published>2008-12-05T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:15:29.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles and Spanish (AKA Oh, I am so tired)</title><content type='html'>We have been so busy lately and I'm not even sure what we've been doing!  I've put off posting because I'm enbarassed by my lack of pictures.  But screw it, I'm doing the best I can.  So, here is an update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago we were told that our house buyers backed out of our contract, Chuck pulled a muscle in his back (read: Mama has to take care of everything and is worn out), Chuck's sister got a bad report on her quad screen re Down Syndrome, and that was also when I had a clogged milk duct and felt like I had the flu.  Milk ducts are now fine,  nephew looks good with no abnormalities showing on the ultrasound, Chuck's back is a little better (at least the moaning and groaning has subsided somewhat), but still no buyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week ago Chuck's family was here for Thanksgiving as well as all of mine minus my older sister Raeanna.  We sort of alternated, seeing my family one day and Chuck's the next.  The kids were totally worn as as well as having colds.  Rae's cough has been so bad that it has made her throw up a few times.  And let me tell you - she is such a girl!  She starts screaming, "I spit up!  I spit up!" and wants to be cleaned immediately.  We did manage to get most of our Christmas shopping done and let me just say that I'm relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have been to see our Dr. twice - once for well baby and once for sick older kids.  I feel like I've been seeing him a lot lately.  He's so nice but he's such a man.  Micah was fussy on Monday and he asked me (in his cute Indian accent), "Why is he crying?  Is he hungry?"  Good grief!  If I fed him every time he fussed my nipples would fall off.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week Chuck's 80 year old grandmother is having surgery (pelvic prolapse (ick, you don't even want to know what can happen when we get older!)) and then I am having some semi-permanent birth control two days later.  I'm nervous about the first and thrilled about the second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!  Smiles and Spanish!  Micah has started smiling.  He looks so cute when he does it.  He almost looks like a grown man.  So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overheard David and Rae talking in the bathtub the other night and she was gibbering away to him (even though she can talk as clearly as I can) and he finally stopped her and said, "Rae!  I can't speak Spanish."  I laughed so hard.  Sometimes I want to say that to my family when they are pulling on me constantly and asking for stuff.  "People!  I can't speak whatever language you're speaking and therefore will begin ignoring you now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it was so long.  Thanks for the two people who got through all of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-5809635857635956369?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/5809635857635956369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=5809635857635956369' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5809635857635956369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5809635857635956369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/12/smiles-and-spanish-aka-oh-i-am-so-tired.html' title='Smiles and Spanish (AKA Oh, I am so tired)'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-8570495585543199</id><published>2008-11-17T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:57:06.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Junkie</title><content type='html'>I confess to being a Christmas Junkie.  If it were socially acceptable I would listen to Christmas music all year.  That is why I just finished floofing our fake Christmas tree.  That's right, I put up our tree before Thanksgiving.  I can't help it!  I love this time of year.  I love the cold, the lights, the aforementioned music, and everything else.  I'm not sure why.   I don't have any one strong memory of Christmas time just that it was a happy time for all of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for all of you closet Christmas junkies out there, you have company.  I'm going to go sit by the tree now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-8570495585543199?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/8570495585543199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=8570495585543199' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/8570495585543199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/8570495585543199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-junkie.html' title='Christmas Junkie'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-2812461858775286311</id><published>2008-11-14T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:59:55.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Week Stories</title><content type='html'>Micah is now 2 weeks old.  I can't believe it.  I feel like I have known him forever.  It's amazing how such a tiny baby can be such a perfect fit with our family.  David so loves his little brother and I love watching that grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are few of the things that happened this past week.  Sorry, no pics again.  Our computer is a little sick and tired and we haven't had time to get our digital pics on a disc yet.  Patience everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - last Sunday we took all 3 kids shopping for much needed clothes and shoes.  It was a nightmare.  Everyone acted badly (mommy and daddy included) except Micah.  Rae started screaming in Wal-Mart and wouldn't stop.  David did everything he could do to act crazy and Chuck and I shouted like both of our kids were deaf.  Sigh....It was rough.  In Chuck's words, "I am running my underwear up the flag pole.  I surrender."  Uh-uh.  No way buddy. If anybody around here gets to quit it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah has started waking up only once at night.  Praise be to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the Love Dare book from the movie Fireproof over a week ago.  It's really transformational.  It really is.  More on that at a later time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked David to kiss Micah's hiney tonight.  (Oh calm down.  It was diapered and clothed.)  It's just so cute when they have it all stuck out.  He told me no way.  "That's a private part."  Well, at least my messages are getting through.  There's hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae held Micah for the first time the other night.  True, she started crying as soon as she touched him but we're making progress.  At least she touched him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have ice cream before nursing Micah one last time tonight.  I know I know. Don't judge.  IT does have fruit in it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-2812461858775286311?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/2812461858775286311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=2812461858775286311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2812461858775286311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2812461858775286311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/11/second-week-stories.html' title='Second Week Stories'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-2051679016937280628</id><published>2008-11-07T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:43:05.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week Funnies</title><content type='html'>Well, Micah has been here a week and he is such a sweet baby.  Thank you Jeannie and Hannah for posting that first day for me.  I'm still not crazy about the idea of sitting at the computer for long stretches of time so there are no pics today.  Soon though.  Maybe this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had some really funny things to laugh at this week and thought I would share a few of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David luuuuvs his new brother and can be heard singing the lullaby song to him at any given moment.  Of course, he makes up his own words.  Chuck heard him singing, "Lullaby and good night, I wish you could play with me but you ca-ant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night. late late in the evening (or was it early in the morning?) I was feeding Micah and noticed how cold his little foot was.  After nursing him his foot was still cold and I thought I would check to see if the other one was.  I thought his foot was tucked into his gown.  Not so.  He had wiggled it into his diaper!  His whole foot up to his ankle was stuffed in his diaper.  I laughed so hard I started to get those hysterical tears.  It was the funniest thing I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now he's crying my name and I have to go.  I'll update again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-2051679016937280628?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/2051679016937280628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=2051679016937280628' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2051679016937280628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2051679016937280628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-week-funnies.html' title='First Week Funnies'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-9001122901200082891</id><published>2008-10-30T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:10:10.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Micah Is Here!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/SQpnyzuBXvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PThimvWS9NE/s1600-h/October+30,+2008+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263133237110202098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/SQpnyzuBXvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PThimvWS9NE/s400/October+30,+2008+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our absolutely perfect and beautiful Micah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arrived today at 1:52 p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He weighs 7lb 9oz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and is 21 inches long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has his big brother's mouth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you just can't tell in the picture bc of his little hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This Jeannie posting for Kate....Forgive me for not getting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a picture of Kate and Chuck with Micah!!! Those pics will come soon, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They should be home on Saturday. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5339044682464242010-9001122901200082891?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/9001122901200082891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=9001122901200082891' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/9001122901200082891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/9001122901200082891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/10/micah-is-here.html' title='Micah Is Here!!!!!'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/SQpnyzuBXvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PThimvWS9NE/s72-c/October+30,+2008+074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-6525385021770022127</id><published>2008-10-30T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:25:52.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Micah Adams Von Glahn is Here!</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys.  I'm making a post for Kate since she is in the hospital with baby Micah!!  Kate had an appointment this morning and was so close that they decided to go ahead and send her to the hospital where they broke her water and gave her pitocin.  He made his debut around 2:00 this afternoon after a short labor.  Micah weighs 7 lbs. 9 oz. and is 21" long with lots of dark hair.  Mama says that he looks a lot like David did as a baby and he is so far very peaceful.  Kate and Micah are both doing great.  She was up and getting a shower before 5:00! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate just wanted to make sure everyone knew their exciting news!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-6525385021770022127?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/6525385021770022127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=6525385021770022127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/6525385021770022127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/6525385021770022127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/10/micah-adams-von-glahn-is-here.html' title='Micah Adams Von Glahn is Here!'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-8961516365219731103</id><published>2008-10-29T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:34:52.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie and pregancy - unrelated to one another</title><content type='html'>I am upset.  I just saw an advertisement for some kind of party girl Barbie.  It's a cruise ship where Barbie can "swim and flirt" (yes, the commercial actually said that) then there is a bed where Barbie can take some sort of power nap, and a nightclub dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me?  I want to get Rae some little girl toys for Christmas.  Uh, not that one. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still pregnant.  Have appointment tomorrow.  We'll let you know what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-8961516365219731103?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/8961516365219731103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=8961516365219731103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/8961516365219731103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/8961516365219731103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/10/barbie-and-pregancy-unrelated-to-one.html' title='Barbie and pregancy - unrelated to one another'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-330086730157763339</id><published>2008-10-24T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:44:03.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Life</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a week because I kept thinking that I would go into labor and the next blog would be about our beautiful new baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pregnant.  I mean, good grief.  I was at 3 1/2 cm yesterday and the midwife said if I haven't gone into labor on my own by next Thursday then, if I want to, we will talk about an induction date.  Are you kidding me?  Of course I will want to!  I'm very ready to have Micah here and settle into life with three kids.  Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of life, it's still going on around here.  David had some kind of wicked headache thingy on Wednesday.  Not exactly sure what it was but he is better now.  I took him to see the Nurse Practitioner and she gave us some anti-nausea medicine so he could sleep it off.  He did.  Bless his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae is getting her big teeth in.  She's pretty miserable.  She's like her mama and is not into pain.  She's also been coming up to me and telling me that she wants to poo-poo in the potty.  Are you kidding me?  I'm so not ready for that journey.  She's going to have to stay in diapers for a little while longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck worked so hard last week and got the house in town completely ready for the new owners so now we are just waiting on them to get their stuff together and we will close.  We're excited.  It's really nice to have him home on days like today (it's flooding here) and not have any projects hanging over our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been so blessed by the Lord recently and yet in the middle of it all have one particular area that we really are having to trust Him for.  Why is it so hard?  After all we have watched Him do this should be no stretch for us.  Our humanity gets on my nerves sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it.  Maybe my next post really will be about the new baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-330086730157763339?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/330086730157763339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=330086730157763339' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/330086730157763339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/330086730157763339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-life.html' title='Our Life'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-992843389728102295</id><published>2008-10-14T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:19:26.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're In!</title><content type='html'>We are in our beautiful new home!  Our awesome church family came and got us completely settled this past weekend and we are able to just enjoy it.  Chuck is working hard on our house in town to get it ready for the new buyers and has been blessed to have some good help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids already love it out here and David said, "There's my new home!" today when we came up on the hill.  It was really fun to hear his excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are ready for Micah to come.  There's a full moon tonight.  Here's hoping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-992843389728102295?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/992843389728102295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=992843389728102295' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/992843389728102295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/992843389728102295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/10/were-in.html' title='We&apos;re In!'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-927281106064098982</id><published>2008-10-03T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:15:40.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note To Self</title><content type='html'>Not To Self:  Don't take two tired and hungry kids to eat at Subway.  It could be disastrous.  That's all I'm going to say about that.  Need to lay down now from all of the trauma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-927281106064098982?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/927281106064098982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=927281106064098982' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/927281106064098982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/927281106064098982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/10/note-to-self.html' title='Note To Self'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-4215773302557956132</id><published>2008-10-02T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:12:31.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>Okay - It's official.  We're moving.  We've been planning this and praying about it for a while now but it looks like we're actually going to do it.  We have signed a contract with a couple to buy the house we are currently in and we are moving to my grandaddy's house out in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be good.  I'm nervous.  We're doing the move before the baby comes, which I think will be best, but I am a little concerned b/c it doesn't help my nesting urges.  Anyway,  It will be good.  It will be good.  It will be good.  Boy, I'm nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll have some pics up before the baby comes.  Probably not knowing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-4215773302557956132?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/4215773302557956132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=4215773302557956132' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/4215773302557956132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/4215773302557956132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-8503829076076697185</id><published>2008-09-26T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T07:01:30.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Security</title><content type='html'>I recently met a woman in her early twenties - very sweet, very cute, and very on top of life.  She's a big time planner and she was telling me about some of the plans she had made.  Think lots of insurance policies, retirement funds, etc.  The funny (not really funny, more like interesting) thing was that she had such fear written all over her.  She's way more prepared for the future than Chuck and I are (and we have 3 kids!) and yet it seems that she's terrified of it too.  This is what got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there is anything wrong with planning.  I do believe that the Lord is happy for us to live in nice homes, have plenty to eat, and have our bills covered.  I just think that sometimes he allows life to be hard to challenge us to trust and love him.  You can plan for the bad but there is no insurance policy to keep it away from your life.  You just have to walk through it.  Cancer, job losses, death, unpaid bills - all of that happens.  Why be afraid of the "stuff" when you know that the Creator of the Universe holds you in his hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night on Grey's Anatomy (I know, I know) Meredith said she was going to lean into the wind/lean into the fear so she could experience love.  I think that is actually sort of profound for a nighttime show!  If we choose not to lean into the pain and trauma that sometimes is life then we miss the opportunity to lean into Christ.  He is always in the midst of our pain and messes that sometimes the pain and messes are actually a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times I have experienced such comfort from the presence of the Lord because of something painful that it's easy to say thank you for the pain! Of course then there are other times when I can't see the good and feel like Job's friends who said curse God and die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, those are the things I'm thinking about.  What joy we miss when we try to insulate ourselves from all pain and hurt.  The stretching is painful but our Father will not allow it to break us.  That's really what I wanted to tell that girl.  So I'll tell y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-8503829076076697185?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/8503829076076697185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=8503829076076697185' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/8503829076076697185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/8503829076076697185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/09/security.html' title='Security'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-8225354599698521486</id><published>2008-09-25T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T07:45:37.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Update</title><content type='html'>I saw the midwife today and got good news.  I've been having lots of contractions lately so I was worried that I might have already dilated and at 34 weeks that would be not good.  But!  He's still hanging in there and not making any moves toward arrival.  That's good.  Now, when I hit the 36 week mark - all prayers are off and he needs to start making his way here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all is good here.  I'm glad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-8225354599698521486?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/8225354599698521486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=8225354599698521486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/8225354599698521486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/8225354599698521486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-update.html' title='Baby Update'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-1101400260490251792</id><published>2008-09-15T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:11:26.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Upheaval</title><content type='html'>Life at our house has been a little chaotic lately.  The kids definately know that something is different.  I think it is unsettling to them that I can't hold them and pick them up like I usually can.  David burst into tears yesterday over some little something and then started asking for Grandma.  When I asked why he said so she could hold him and rock him.  Sigh... I volunteered to do it but he said my stomach was too big and there was no room for him.  This is the part of pregnancy that I don't like.  It's hard to see the kids get pushed over a little to make room for a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAe has been super clingy, another by-product of these late days of pregnancy I think.  She wants to be held all the time and refuses to let me out of her sight, even at home.  She had gotten better about this and I thought we were turning a corner but apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, I am feeling good except for being tired and heavy.  That's not too bad to be this late in the game.  I'm 33 weeks today so I'm definately making progress.  Lots of contractions so I'm hoping that means when it's time that I will have a quick labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's our update.  I haven't been very good at blogging lately and I make no promises for the weeks to come.  Be patient with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-1101400260490251792?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/1101400260490251792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=1101400260490251792' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/1101400260490251792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/1101400260490251792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/09/upheaval.html' title='Upheaval'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-2966359413848009521</id><published>2008-09-05T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:00:45.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Awkward (Thanks for the spell check!) Conversation</title><content type='html'>So I had a phone call today from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PeachState&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PeachState&lt;/span&gt; is a Medicaid company that is supplementing our health insurance while I am pregnant and for Micah's first year of life. This young sounding guy wanted to enroll the baby for free and send me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart $25 gift card. Okay, I'm up for that but I needed to answer questions first. No problem. I know that's really how they determine what kind of people are using their services and if they are effective. I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he starts his questions. Now let me assure you that if I was having multiple sexual partners or "engaging in risky sexual behaviors" then I would have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarassed&lt;/span&gt;. But since I'm a one man woman it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he starts asking questions about my uterus and vagina (including vaginal discharge!) and it got kinda weird. I finally stopped him and asked, "Doesn't it horrify you to have to ask women these kinds of questions?" He said, "Yes, Ma'am. It was really difficult at first. And some woman have actual answers to some of these questions." Yikes. Bless his heart. I know a job is a job and it's good that he's willing to support his family but again - bless his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, we need to be interceding for this man a better job. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yick&lt;/span&gt;. Can you imagine having to listen to all that kind of info from women all day long? All I can say is bless his heart and God give him another job that does not involve women's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vaginas&lt;/span&gt;. (Unless of course he is in med school to become a OB/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GYN&lt;/span&gt; Dr. and he is using this job to supplement his income and in that case.....I don't know.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-2966359413848009521?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/2966359413848009521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=2966359413848009521' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2966359413848009521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2966359413848009521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/09/ackward-conversation.html' title='An Awkward (Thanks for the spell check!) Conversation'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-4197998915848921614</id><published>2008-09-02T04:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T05:10:32.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers With Young Children And Mental Health Facilities</title><content type='html'>I had a very interesting conversation with an old friend of mine yesterday.  She has a couple of small children and is currently staying home with them.  She's worn out.  She started talking about how she just wanted to sleep and not wake up and how she wanted to check herself into a Mental Health Facility (let's just use MHF for short here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started to ask her the important questions like, "Do you want to kill yourself?  Do you want to hurt your children?" (okay, any more than the rest of us do when they have smart mouths?)  And it finally came to me and I asked her, "Friend, do you really want to kill yourself and stuff your children into body bags or do you just want 3 or 4 days off to sleep as much as you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was her reply?  Exactly what mine would have been, "But Kate, they will cook all of my meals and keep the place clean and they would &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to listen to me!  Plus, I wouldn't be allowed to have children there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty funny to me and pretty serious to me all at the same time.  Haven't we all felt like that at some point?  Okay, so some of us haven't actually had to visit a MHF to get away but there is certainly a breaking point for all of us.  The point we get to when we say, "I want out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if we're smart we will recognize that point before we need a MHF or a permanent out from life.  It's really okay, in my opinion, to take an out.  Go "out" with a friend before you want to get out of your marriage.  Go "out" to the library or grocery store alone  before you want out of your children's lives permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we get an out?  We ask.  Ask your family.  Ask your friends. (mine were great last weekend by the way, Thanks &lt;a href="http://riverwhispers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.flintriversoapfactory.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeannie&lt;/a&gt;)  Ask your husband. (After all he &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; there when these kids of yours began)  Remember that pride goes before a fall and pretending that you have it all together when you really don't is just stupid.  It only hurts you and your family in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a mother with small children, a single woman with no children, a single woman with children, a mother with older children - you still need an out.  Make time for yourself before the MHF starts to call your name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-4197998915848921614?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/4197998915848921614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=4197998915848921614' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/4197998915848921614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/4197998915848921614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/09/mothers-with-young-children-and-mental.html' title='Mothers With Young Children And Mental Health Facilities'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-7310966136786470901</id><published>2008-08-31T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:29:15.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible Thing</title><content type='html'>Tonight I sent David into the bathroom to brush his teeth by himself.  A few minutes later I heard him call, "Mama!  Come here.  I've done a terrible thing in the bathroom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does this kid get this stuff from?  His "terrible thing" was getting toothpaste on the sink instead of his brush.  Totally fixable, I assured him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-7310966136786470901?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/7310966136786470901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=7310966136786470901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/7310966136786470901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/7310966136786470901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/08/terrible-thing.html' title='Terrible Thing'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-3444157725478772807</id><published>2008-08-30T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T08:10:41.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gustav, Palin, etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, I know it's been a while since I've updated. I'm sorry. I got David and Rae pretty much well and then DAvid started throwing up! Yikes! I've heard a few mamas talk about how their children were constantly sick when they first started school. My question is, how long will this last? Good grief!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor New Orleans. Gustav is bearing down on them. What must those residents be feeling? I'm really sorry for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah Palin, John McCain's surprise VP pick. Kind of exciting....I'm interested to see what she can do. She sort of excites me more than McCain does!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This picture is of me and an old friend at her baby shower.  She's just two weeks ahead of me.  So fun!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240328176790432802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/SLlitlwQbCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gwXCjV2b2fE/s200/Preggie+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1168478&amp;amp;id=511383447"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, that's it for now.&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1168478&amp;amp;id=511383447"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-3444157725478772807?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/3444157725478772807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=3444157725478772807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3444157725478772807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3444157725478772807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/08/gustav-palin-etc.html' title='Gustav, Palin, etc.'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/SLlitlwQbCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gwXCjV2b2fE/s72-c/Preggie+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-429709894976391250</id><published>2008-08-22T06:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T06:36:28.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day Update</title><content type='html'>My husband is home because of the rain.  Thank the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-429709894976391250?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/429709894976391250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=429709894976391250' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/429709894976391250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/429709894976391250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/08/rainy-day-update.html' title='Rainy Day Update'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-550593900183484603</id><published>2008-08-22T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T04:29:15.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Rains It Pours</title><content type='html'>Ever heard that expression?  Well, it's "pouring" here and I don't mean from Tropical Storm Fay either.  Last night Rae had a fever of 104.  What!?!  Where did that come from?  She's been fine and then all of a sudden - bam!  The next few times I checked her temp (at 2 and 6 this AM) there was no fever but I still kept medicating her afraid that it would come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, David has been fever free since Monday but he is acting so weird lately.  This morning he got up weeping and wailing about something or other at 6 when I was seeing about Rae.  He is whiny and gets tired out from the smallest thing.  Great.  This means that I can't send him to 3K which means I will have them both all day again, which means another day of needing to grocery shop that will have to be put off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No groceries no problem you say?  Well, that would be true except that my iron is low from pregnancy which means I have zero energy.  And I do mean zero.  Yesterday I could barely lift my head I was so tired.  I need some iron rich foods that I can stomach (and I need to have my iron Rx filled) because apparently my queasiness has come back a tad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm whining but I've had about 5 hours of sleep and I'm truly exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, by the time I start getting comments on this post I'm sure I'll be in a better state of mind but until then....when it rains it pours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-550593900183484603?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/550593900183484603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=550593900183484603' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/550593900183484603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/550593900183484603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When It Rains It Pours'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-2380731832380943583</id><published>2008-08-20T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:24:47.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thumbs Up Thumbs Down</title><content type='html'>My husband is very helpful, especially during this trying time of pregnancy.  He really is.  I ocassionally have to remind him to be but for the most part - he's on the ball.  Today though, he gets a thumbs up AND a thumbs down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs up - At lunchtime he took time out of his lunch hour to put Rae in the bed.  She was whiny and it was a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs Down - He put her to bed with nothing but a diaper on.  Moms everywhere are saying, "Ooooh."  That's right.  When I went in to get her she had ripped her poopy diaper off and had peed on her bed at least twice.  Thankfully she hadn't played in her own fecal matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's why dear old dad gets both a thumbs up and a thumbs down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-2380731832380943583?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/2380731832380943583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=2380731832380943583' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2380731832380943583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2380731832380943583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/08/thumbs-up-thumbs-down.html' title='Thumbs Up Thumbs Down'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-5708026770608770540</id><published>2008-08-18T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:35:49.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thing About A Fever</title><content type='html'>When David was about 6 months old he got his first really high fever.  It was scary.  We worried, prayed, called the Dr. and then it went away on its own.  No reason.  Just came and went.  Well, apparently he is pre-disposed to them b/c he gets them 4 or 5 times a year.  Sometimes mild, sometimes really high and strong but they eventually leave.  Last summer he even had one for 10 days! (We ran all kinds of tests and it left as suddenly as it came.  Whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these are the things that I have noticed about a fever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) They tend to come without warning.  Maybe a little fussiness a day or so before but that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) They can go from low grade to raging in like a nanosecond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) They never happen during the day or during the week.  It's almost always at night after hours or on the weekend when you can't get to the Dr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  The days afterward are the worst.  It's sad when they are pitiful and don't have energy but Mama is really sad when they are fever free and a real pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we are fever free but boy is he a pill.  He's all sweet one minute and the next he is screaming about something inconsequential.  Jesus help us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-5708026770608770540?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/5708026770608770540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=5708026770608770540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5708026770608770540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5708026770608770540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/08/thing-about-fever.html' title='The Thing About A Fever'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-3680893139890139729</id><published>2008-08-08T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:37:23.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in PreSchool</title><content type='html'>Well, Wednesday my firstborn started 3K at a local church.  I just can't believe it.  I just brought the little booger home from the hospital and here he is walking into his classroom without a backward glance for Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has had a great time so far.  The first day he wet his pants (he was afraid he would miss something) and the next day he got in trouble for hitting (okay, what 3 year old doesn't hit?  We're working on it.  Cut us some slack!) but today he had an all around good day.  I had to talk Chuck down from pulling him out on Thursday.  He was convinced that our child was being "picked on."  Whatever.  You can't have 10 3 year olds peeing their pants and hitting each other.  It just wouldn't work.  But David's self esteem has remained intact (I'm laughing as I type b/c if you know David you know he does not have self esteem problems!) and he wanted to call his teacher to "tell her that I love her."  Too funny.  Just don't think she wants a Friday afternoon call from one of her 3 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm huge.  Seriously.  I've got three months left and I feel enormous.  My weight gain is okay I just think I'm growing faster than I did with the other ones.  I feel old and achy almost every afternoon.  Yeesh.  I've all but stopped picking the kids up.  I have to sit down to hold them now.  What a bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-3680893139890139729?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/3680893139890139729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=3680893139890139729' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3680893139890139729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3680893139890139729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/08/adventures-in-preschool.html' title='Adventures in PreSchool'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-13828944727193558</id><published>2008-08-04T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T06:24:19.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUST</title><content type='html'>Trust seems to be the buzzword for my life right now. We have some big decisions to make right now and we just don't know the right way.  Psalm 37 talks alot about resting in the Lord and trusting His plan and ways and His goodness and generosity with His people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trusting.  I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust you.  I trust you.  I trust you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-13828944727193558?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/13828944727193558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=13828944727193558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/13828944727193558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/13828944727193558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/08/trust.html' title='TRUST'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-614218334673902348</id><published>2008-07-31T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:06:20.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is a picture of all of the kids that were at the beach with us (at the airport where their parents flew out of)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229361626218993458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/SJJssVTXlzI/AAAAAAAAABk/CeJwNQ45Y7o/s200/Airport+and+Beach+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My pregnant belly reading at the beach on Sunday.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/SJJtA27GRaI/AAAAAAAAABs/V0ZEWkEzI74/s1600-h/Airport+and+Beach+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229361978841384354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/SJJtA27GRaI/AAAAAAAAABs/V0ZEWkEzI74/s200/Airport+and+Beach+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chuck led us in worship Sunday morning before our beach trip.  We are so glad that Rusty and Chuck were able to come for Friday through Tuesday.  They were an enormous help!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229362501582916002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/SJJtfSSZCaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HtveUDJVUD4/s200/Airport+and+Beach+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been to the pool or beach every day except yesterday (it rained and we were lazy).  Today David jumped into some little girls arms and said, "Hey!"  This picture is of him with his new friends whose names we don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/SJJsMOBT2SI/AAAAAAAAABc/JIyNT7HkDUs/s1600-h/Airport+and+Beach+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229361074508388642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/SJJsMOBT2SI/AAAAAAAAABc/JIyNT7HkDUs/s200/Airport+and+Beach+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparantly every boy needs a pair of "goddles" to see underwater with.  We will definately have to invest in a pair for next summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/SJJrqavsrXI/AAAAAAAAABU/5Gs8s22x-vw/s1600-h/Airport+and+Beach+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229360493808627058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/SJJrqavsrXI/AAAAAAAAABU/5Gs8s22x-vw/s200/Airport+and+Beach+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is our last night here at the beach and we have really had a good time.  The oldest of the 8 kids that are here is 12 and she has been a huge help with no complaining and such a willing spirit.  It has made a huge difference.  We are tired but have enjoyed ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The family whose house we are staying at are in China for 2 weeks to bring home their new little girl that they have adopted.  Check out their blog &lt;a href="http://www.preparedforatimesuchasthis.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  We have enjoyed their four kids here at home and will look forward to seeing the rest of them when they get back in the US.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David has really done well and is looking forward to 3k next week.  Lots of excitement with that!  Rae has been with Mama since last Thursday and they are now at Hannah's.  Check out her &lt;a href="http://www.hannahhoffmann.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.  Maybe she will have some pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-614218334673902348?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/614218334673902348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=614218334673902348' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/614218334673902348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/614218334673902348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/07/beach-fun.html' title='Beach Fun'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/SJJssVTXlzI/AAAAAAAAABk/CeJwNQ45Y7o/s72-c/Airport+and+Beach+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-3396265201697529250</id><published>2008-07-23T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T09:49:02.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind</title><content type='html'>I have been in such a whirlwind this past week and probably for the week to come.  It's fun stuff but it's busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I went to east GA for a wedding of an old college friend.  Scott and Ann's wedding was really so sweet and I'm glad I went.  I got to see friends from Athens and from Blakely so that was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went the The Fox Theatre and saw The Color Purple with a friend.  Really fun!  At first I was thinking, "This story is so depressing.  I'm going to leave at intermission" but eventually some redemption came through and it was fun.  The singing and dancing was phenomenal and I really enjoyed that part of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the weekend "off" was great but I really paid for all that driving with my back.  I sat on a heating pad all day on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I leave with &lt;a href="http://www.flintriversoapfactory.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeannie&lt;/a&gt; and we are going to the beach with 8 children!  I think it will be fun but I'm a little nervous.  Thankfully the husbands will be there for 4 of the 8 nights so that will really help a ton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, you won't hear from me most likely for a week or so. (or however long it takes to recuperate after the trip!)  Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-3396265201697529250?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/3396265201697529250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=3396265201697529250' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3396265201697529250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3396265201697529250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/07/whirlwind.html' title='Whirlwind'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-2532936096535336411</id><published>2008-07-18T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T06:06:57.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmers at the Pharmacy</title><content type='html'>So David and I had an interesting conversation this morning.  They are tearing down a few houses in town to make room for a pharmacy and I was trying to explain this to David.  It went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look David!  They are tearing those houses down!  Look at the big equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama, where are those people that live there?  They will be so sad that their houses are gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, baby.  People don't live there anymore and they got paid money to let their houses be torn down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But they loved those houses.&lt;/em&gt;  (of course he has never met anyone who has lived in one of those houses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No darling, it's okay.  They got paid money so they can build a pharmacy there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama, no!  I don't want farmers to live there.  They live in dirt not in houses.&lt;/em&gt;  (Not sure where he thinks his daddy and grandaddy live.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No David.  A pharmacy is where we get medicine.  That's different than farmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh.  Well, I didn't want them to tear those houses down......  Can we go swimming today?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-2532936096535336411?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/2532936096535336411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=2532936096535336411' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2532936096535336411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2532936096535336411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/07/farmers-at-pharmacy.html' title='Farmers at the Pharmacy'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-1584383593439404848</id><published>2008-07-13T18:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:06:20.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparation</title><content type='html'>I have been preparing for Micah's arrival today. This is the earliest that I have ever done this kind of thing but it's because I'm getting smarter! In a few months I'll be bigger, more tired, and will feel overwhelmed so this is a great time, in my opinion, for me to do all of this. We are transitioning Rae into sharing a room with her brother and she is thrilled about it! They love talking to each other and keeping one another awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and I were talking about how Micah is in my stomach swimming around. David wanted to know if Micah was wearing swimmies. Too cute. He's moving a lot and it's exciting to feel him and know that he is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two cute pics of the kids doing their summertime thing. They both love the water and David doesn't mind being hot nearly as much as Rae does! We have to keep her shaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222677093606422818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/SHqtJUz6-SI/AAAAAAAAABE/GO6QD9eRPQM/s320/DSCF0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222677376536847794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/SHqtZyzypbI/AAAAAAAAABM/NppM7hZAW2g/s320/DSCF0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-1584383593439404848?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/1584383593439404848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=1584383593439404848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/1584383593439404848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/1584383593439404848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/07/preparation.html' title='Preparation'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/SHqtJUz6-SI/AAAAAAAAABE/GO6QD9eRPQM/s72-c/DSCF0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-3372454980564619619</id><published>2008-07-09T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:30:54.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecure Parents</title><content type='html'>I have a thought/theory that has been rolling around in my head for a while now.  Insecure parents make insecure kids.  Now I know that there are some insecure parents with confident and secure kids and vice versa but I have some strong memories that make me believe in my theory.  And the reason that I am thinking about this is because David is now at the stage where he is playing and interacting with other kids who are old enough to reject him and truthfully that fact makes my stomach turn.  Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all want our children to be loved, popular, and perfect.  (or something like that)  I would be thrilled if David is student body pres. one day or has more friends than you can shake a stick at but when I see other kids ocassionally laugh at him or pick at him (because they are kids and we have to teach them better) or adults become sharp with him when he misbehaves then I want to rip their eyes out!  Yikes!  And it makes me afraid.....  I don't want him to hurt.  Skinning a knee is much more preferable than a broken heart, which he will eventually have one day I'm sure.  It's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the memories.  There was a girl in my class at school (yes, I know I was homeschooled but when you live in Camilla everyone your same age was "in my class") whose mama was really serious about her fitting in and not being excluded.  Her mama would talk to the school principle and try to have him make the other kids be nice to her.  It's been 20 years and I can still remember how it embarassed this girl, made her more of an outcast, and how hurt she and her mother both were by it all.  What if her mama had been secure in who she and her daughter both were?  What if she had taught her that it's good to have one or two good friends?  After all, one steady friend is worth a pile of acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thinking that if I wrap up my own insecurities and fears about acceptance and rejection into my children then they actually suffer for it and then not only are they rejected by peers (which is gonna happen at least a little bit) then they also feel rejected by me because they haven't achieved or done enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the kind of stuff that carries on with people and continues to make their lives hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I said it all how I've been thinking about it.  I may need to post another time later to get it out right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If somebody has a better way to say this then let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-3372454980564619619?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/3372454980564619619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=3372454980564619619' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3372454980564619619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3372454980564619619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/07/insecure-parents.html' title='Insecure Parents'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-5578956559711670846</id><published>2008-06-30T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T14:58:22.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching For The Victories</title><content type='html'>As my belly grows and things become a little harder around here, I have been drawn to my knees more and more.  My times with the Lord have become my lifelines and I'm so grateful.  My emotional state has actually become something that I feel is a blessing.  It pushes me closer to who He is which I need to know so desperately right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I was feeling very frustrated and disappointed with myself (okay and maybe God too) in that I still feel kind of nutty some days.  I still lose my temper with the kids, ocassionally yell, even spank when it's not necessarily needed.  And oh the despair that comes when I fail.  I feel that I'm back at the bottom with no good things going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think the Lord is showing me that searching for perfection is foolishness.  I need to be searching for the victories and celebrating those.  If I want to shout at a whiny toddler 5 times a day and only actually do it 2 times then that is a victory!  If I choose time out (even once!) for a defiant, smart mouthed 3 year old when I feel that I would spank too hard then I have won a small battle!  There are victories here in this mess of my emotions if only I will look for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;am &lt;/em&gt;making progress.  I really am.  I do see maturity (when I allow myself to see the good) and growth in me and I think that My Father is celebrating this and inviting me to join Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it awesome that we serve a God who is excited about who we are becoming and isn't so caught up on what we are not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-5578956559711670846?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/5578956559711670846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=5578956559711670846' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5578956559711670846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5578956559711670846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/06/searching-for-victories.html' title='Searching For The Victories'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-6432927856848373933</id><published>2008-06-28T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T07:03:12.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;vs 12-13 "I, even I, am he who comforts you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who are you that you fear mortal men,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sons of men, who are but grass,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you forget the Lord your Maker, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who stretched out the heavens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and laid the foundations of the earth, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you live in constant terror every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because of the wrath of the oppressor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who is bent on destruction?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For where is the wrath of the oppressor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vs. 15-16 For I am the Lord your God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who churns up the sea that its waves roar -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the Lord Almighty is his name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have put words in your mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and covered you with the shadow of my hand - "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who am I that I would fear having 3 babies under the age of 3?  Who am I that I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;would fear being unable to handle the stress of this life that God has chosen for me? Who am I to fear my oppressor?  Where is my oppressor?  Every thing that would come against me is less than my God is.  I am covered by the shadow of his hand, the Lord God Almighty that churns up the sea so that the waves roar! Who am I to fear?&lt;/div&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/5339044682464242010-6432927856848373933?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/6432927856848373933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=6432927856848373933' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/6432927856848373933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/6432927856848373933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-are-you.html' title='Who Are You?'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-869305166458013936</id><published>2008-06-24T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T05:47:13.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Micro-suede</title><content type='html'>DISCLAIMER:  If you have micro-suede on your crib bedding please do not read this because I am going to mock you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm looking on e-bay for cute crib bedding for Micah and there are all these sets with micro-suede as the main material and they are proud of it!  All of them are "Plush, luxurious micro-suede bedding for your little one."  Are you kidding me?  Let me make a short list of why micro-suede is terrible for crib bedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A#1)  It's hot!  Who wants to sleep under the hottest material known to man second only to leather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B#2)  It doesn't "breathe."  Choking/suffocation hazard in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C#3)  Think about your child pulling off his diaper a few times with micro-suede nearby.  Yeah.  And sppit up, vomit, pee, etc.  I'm sick to my stomach too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I need to go any further.  Y'all understand what I mean.  I apologize if I offended someone but I told you not to read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-869305166458013936?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/869305166458013936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=869305166458013936' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/869305166458013936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/869305166458013936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/06/micro-suede.html' title='Micro-suede'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-744287498106250104</id><published>2008-06-23T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T13:18:03.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Micah</title><content type='html'>We went for an ultrasound today and we are having another boy!  David is thrilled since he has been asking for a brother the whole time (except for last night and this morning but he will soon be back to his love for a brother I'm sure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultrasound tech was terrible and wouldn't tell us anything which, of course, freaked me out.  I cried really hard because it scared the crap out of me.  I've never had a tech refuse to tell me anything at all.  It was weird.  I was so glad that Chuck was with me.  She finally did tell us that if anything was wrong she would have called her supervisor and then my Dr.  My midwife said, "no news is good news" and not to worry that that particular tech was obviously just a stickler for the rules.  She will call me tonight or tomorrow and confirm that everything is okay.  Sigh....such trauma.  That tech had never been pregnant.  She has no idea the crazy paranoid thoughts I have to battle every day obviously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we love the name Micah for a boy and are really looking forward to meeting him.  Just thought y'all would want to know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-744287498106250104?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/744287498106250104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=744287498106250104' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/744287498106250104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/744287498106250104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/06/baby-micah.html' title='Baby Micah'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-7766767427203640919</id><published>2008-06-20T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T06:53:51.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I had a good response to my idea so I think I'll create a separate blog for that purpose.  I'll put out the address once I get it done.  I also think Hannah's idea of people taking different days of the week is a good one.  I'll write more about it as I work it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very encouraging e-mail from a more seasoned mother friend of mine.  The point she made (which I think is crucial) is that I have to refuse discouragement and feelings of failure because who is the author of those?  My Heavenly Father is gentle and kind in His correction and doesn't make me feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my encourager and the lifter of my head and if that is not how I'm feeling then I can know where it is coming from.  I guess I just needed a reminder.  I'm feeling much stronger now just because I now feel like the enemy is the "enemy" and not myself.  Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.flintriversoapfactory.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeannie.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a busy weekend coming up.  Hope y'all have a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-7766767427203640919?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/7766767427203640919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=7766767427203640919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/7766767427203640919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/7766767427203640919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-3772162132483999023</id><published>2008-06-16T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T08:46:39.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Idea</title><content type='html'>I have an idea for those who are interested.  Here's what I was thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bible Studies and groups for mothers with young children are almost impossible.  Unless you go to MOPS or have enough money to hire a babysitter, it's really tough to get together with other mothers and most have to/need to work outside of the home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we have a virtual Bible Study/Support Group with each other?  At least, those of us who blog?  It would be unique from message boards at like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BabyCenter&lt;/span&gt;.com or other places because most of us know the people who we blog with AND it would be encouraging us not only as mothers but as Christians trying to find our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are not a lot of stay at home moms where I am and, quite frankly, if you do stay at home it's mostly a solitary business because hauling multiple children around is no easy feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I was thinking was that maybe we could take turns "hosting" the group each other.  Maybe whoever is responsible for the month could do a daily post of whatever length which includes something the laugh about, something to think about, and something to encourage us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone interested?  If so, let me know and we can brainstorm.  Geographically, we'll never be able to get together but this way we could actually interact and support each other each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-3772162132483999023?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/3772162132483999023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=3772162132483999023' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3772162132483999023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3772162132483999023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/06/idea.html' title='An Idea'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-4851653508188607074</id><published>2008-06-16T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T07:48:26.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Better</title><content type='html'>Thank you so much for the comments.  They really helped.  Sometimes I just need someone to not look at me like I'm stupid and say, "Oh, I know what you mean!"  It's good for us who are in throes of raising children and staying home with them to be able to say that we are there with the other ones.  It's a support that no one else can really give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David has really been having a tough time lately.  Not sure why.  He's been defiant and smart mouthed and I'm not certain where it's stemming from.  It's hard not to feel like a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Dana came to visit me from Athens and that was good.  It was nice to have adult conversation and we even got to see a movie!  Thank you, Chuck, for letting us get away on Father's Day and for staying with the kids.  It was a really nice treat.  We saw Prince Caspian and it was so so good.  It's a must see if you like that sort of movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks for the support.  I do appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-4851653508188607074?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/4851653508188607074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=4851653508188607074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/4851653508188607074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/4851653508188607074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-better.html' title='A Little Better'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-1717779843893083137</id><published>2008-06-14T06:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T06:35:29.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Bad Day</title><content type='html'>I'm having a very bad day.  I'm not sure why exactly I just feel so sad and frustrated and a number of other things.  Of course it freaks the kids out because they're not sure what's going on.  David keeps saying, "I know how you feel."  Does he really?  Does he understand what it feels like to not have 15 minutes to myself?  To have the main players in my life all need me and make constant demands of my time and energy?  Does he understand how it feels to get to the end of the day and just want to sit down in a clean house except that isn't possible?  Does he know how that all feels?  I just don't think so.  I appreciate his trying to though.  It's very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there is a strength for me in the Lord.  And I will dip into that.  Definitely.  It may just take me some time crying it out first.  Hopefully I won't do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;irreparable harm to my children's feelings before I get there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I really don't know if I have a main issue except that I want to scream really loudly for a long time.  And of course all of this makes me feel like a crappy mother and wife.  Really crappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;And do you know what set me off?  David ate my new tube of lipgloss.  Ate it, people.  He was chewing on the roller ball that caps it off.  I had one new nice thing and my 3 year old destroyed it.  I know that lipgloss isn't a big thing but it's the only nice thing that I have right now.....more tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm going to quite posting now.  I'll post again when my outlook improves.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-1717779843893083137?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/1717779843893083137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=1717779843893083137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/1717779843893083137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/1717779843893083137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/06/very-bad-day.html' title='Very Bad Day'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-5718452588713038857</id><published>2008-06-10T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:51:51.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Time!</title><content type='html'>We went to lake Blackshear for our vacation.  We were there for 5 days and it was so wonderful!  We just enjoyed each other and the kids for a few days and then some friends of ours came over and stayed for 2 nights.  It was really perfect.  Lots of sun and water and naps.  Could I have asked for anything more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our vacation David let us know that his toenails were long to better help him climb trees and he asked if apples could get married.  I know, I know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae has a new noise like she is hocking a really gross thing in her throat.  It's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed being with Chuck.  It seemed like our life pressures were off on a vacation of their own and it was just us.  Really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no pictures, of course.  Just nice memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-5718452588713038857?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/5718452588713038857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=5718452588713038857' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5718452588713038857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5718452588713038857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/06/vacation-time.html' title='Vacation Time!'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-1768949602881127136</id><published>2008-06-03T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:35:16.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Up The Hurt</title><content type='html'>I have a "flash in the pan" kind of temper.  I get really bent out of shape about something and then I want to be over it and feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;repentant over my anger....Most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;You know when someone says or does something that hurts your feelings (okay, your husband) and you instantly know it was a mistake on their part?  Sometimes Chuck says things that just don't come out right.  He means something totally different but it really sounds horrible.  When we were first married it caused &lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt; (and I mean a pile) of fights but as we have been married I have come to understand and try to give him some grace for his lack of finesse with words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Well, tonight, I just didn't want to give up the hurt.  You know what I mean?  It really wasn't a big deal.  I understood what he meant and not just what he said but for some inexplicable reason I just wanted to stay mad.  What is that about?  I sulked and stomped around the house, not talking with my mouth but talking with every other part of me (y'all know what I mean!) and then finally it hit me, "It's not worth the separation between us.  Give up the hurt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Why do I not want to give the hurt up, though?  Why would I want to hold onto something that will only hurt me individually and our relationship with each other?  That's stupid!  Really stupid.  I hate it when I do that.  It's just not worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-1768949602881127136?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/1768949602881127136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=1768949602881127136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/1768949602881127136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/1768949602881127136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/06/giving-up-hurt.html' title='Giving Up The Hurt'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-3666494095228452697</id><published>2008-06-02T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:38:35.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discipline, Discipline, Discipline</title><content type='html'>I have to say thank you to Kristen for posting on how some days are all about discipline.  It's so good to hear someone else say it!  There are days when I think, "Wow, I must be a pretty good mama.  My kids are well behaved, they love each other, they are obedient...I'm doing something right."  Then there are the other days when it just seems like no matter what I say or do everything is such a struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think it is that way because it is a reflection of our own hearts and the Lord.  I mean, there are times when I really do feel like I've got this relationship thing down.  I'm obedient to His voice, I'm actively seeking his voice and what He is saying and doing and I'm pleased with my progress.  Then there are other times when I just am not interested.  I don't usually say no I just tend to ignore Him or pretend to not hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really just like a wayward child.  And my wayward children make me want to scream like Jan Brady, "Discipline, discipline, discipline!  It's all about discipline!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-3666494095228452697?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/3666494095228452697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=3666494095228452697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3666494095228452697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3666494095228452697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/06/discipline-discipline-discipline.html' title='Discipline, Discipline, Discipline'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-4451671391601662059</id><published>2008-05-28T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T07:45:01.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two different Settings</title><content type='html'>We used to have this old lawnmower when I was a teenager.  It had two speed settings, one with a picture of a rabbit for fast and a picture of a turtle for slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two children.  One's the rabbit and one's the turtle.  David is set on high speed until he loses consciousness for the night.  Rae is steady slow and calm pretty much all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange how they have the same parents, same lifestyle, same training and they are two such different individuals.  It truly boggles my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with both my turtle and my rabbit and they both offer such different delights within themselves to our family.  It will be fun to see what we get with the next baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-4451671391601662059?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/4451671391601662059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=4451671391601662059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/4451671391601662059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/4451671391601662059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/05/two-different-settings.html' title='Two different Settings'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-5263983988801318392</id><published>2008-05-23T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T05:24:25.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Elder Brother</title><content type='html'>I hate it when God shows me when I've screwed up.  Okay, I don't hate it it's just really uncomfortable.  Okay, it's not uncomfortable it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the Lord has been showing me how my heart is like the elder brothers.  This is what I mean, I'm not exactly like him, I love it when the prodigal comes home I just hate all the fuss over the prodigal when he doesn't deserve it.  See?  I have a sick heart.  As if all the fuss endangers my place in His heart or my happiness, peace ,etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ridiculous I know.  I've repented.  I know it's up to God to change me now it's just so gross and embarassing.  Why am I writing about it then?  I'm not sure.  I guess I'm trying to wrap my mind around it and I needed to write it out.  Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that it's easy to be generous with my money.  When we have it to give we give it and it's not the least bit painful.  What about generosity with my thoughts and my actions, though?  And isn't it so much easier to be generous with strangers than with those whose hearts we know.  We get caught up in all of the "yes, but I know this about them..."  Why they don't "deserve" our generosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'm not the only one like this and it's okay if nobody else claims to feel like this too but I felt like maybe I needed to say it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-5263983988801318392?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/5263983988801318392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=5263983988801318392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5263983988801318392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5263983988801318392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/05/elder-brother.html' title='The Elder Brother'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-7838420203374124796</id><published>2008-05-19T05:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T05:51:07.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OJ and Coke</title><content type='html'>David told me with the saddest face last night that he wanted to be big and then he would drink orange juice and coke!  Who knew his deprivation was this severe?  He can't have OJ because his body is really sensitive to the citric acid.  He inherited that from me.  And there is just too much sugar in coke.  Too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good weekend.  The wedding was really nice.  The Lord showed me some things in myself that I'm not quite ready to expound on yet but will soon.  The house is nasty.  We got to spend some good time with Chuck's cousin Somer and her husband and baby.  That was probably the best part of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3 year old longs for OJ and Coke....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-7838420203374124796?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/7838420203374124796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=7838420203374124796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/7838420203374124796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/7838420203374124796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/05/oj-and-coke.html' title='OJ and Coke'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-4894013676540392726</id><published>2008-05-13T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:15:31.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Warning</title><content type='html'>I'm giving y'all fair warning that I might not be around much this week.  Chuck's sister is getting married this weekend and we have kicked off the week with a busy schedule.  Today David and I went to pick up the wedding dress and a few bridesmaid dresses from alterations and being steamed.  After delivering the dress to the specified location we came home and they are in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fully intend to update y'all on the new/old car we got.  (Okay, it's not old, it's an 04 but it's not technically new either)  Pregnancy, potty training and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, let me say this about potty training, we were gone all morning and David did not have any accidents.  No accidents for the past few days either.  It's going really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, give me some time.  Maybe next week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-4894013676540392726?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/4894013676540392726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=4894013676540392726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/4894013676540392726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/4894013676540392726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/05/fair-warning.html' title='Fair Warning'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-5445280671432169560</id><published>2008-05-09T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T07:41:06.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haggling</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm shopping for new cars via the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and phone conversations.  I've narrowed it down to two.  And guess what - I hate haggling.  It makes me feel sick to my stomach.  I hate feeling like I'm trying to cheat someone else.  It stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to cheat anyone else but it still feels like it (or at least I think that they think that I am).  So, I'm asking for "rock bottom" prices.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yick&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Chuck is better at this but doesn't have the time for it right now.  He does, however, like to tell me the "better" way to do it.  I'm really tempted to tell him that the better way is to do it himself but I won't.  I'll probably just have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt; from the anxiety.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-5445280671432169560?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/5445280671432169560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=5445280671432169560' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5445280671432169560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5445280671432169560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/05/haggling.html' title='Haggling'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-650472882980939357</id><published>2008-05-08T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:42:27.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proper Update</title><content type='html'>It's me again, Margaret.  Bet you thought I would never blog again, huh?  Well, you were wrong.  It's just taken me a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is in fully potty training mode now and is only wearing diapers at nap time and night time.  It's a constant all day situation.  He's actually doing very well but I have started dreaming (or having nightmares) about wet and dirty underwear.  It's interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae is teething.  Wow.  That's all I have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking for a newer car so I've been spending hours daily researching and scouring the internet for a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck has started planting stuff so now our days are long and our nights are short.  I can really tell it bothers David.  He's not doing stuff that David can be along for so it kind of stinks for him.  He's sort of clingy to Chuck at night time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired again.  I thought I had passed that stage but apparantly not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.  That's a proper update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-650472882980939357?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/650472882980939357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=650472882980939357' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/650472882980939357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/650472882980939357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/05/proper-update.html' title='Proper Update'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-8337575262719739587</id><published>2008-04-23T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:33:49.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wild Wild West</title><content type='html'>We had a show down at my house yesterday and, surprisingly, it was with Rae.  I'm telling you, it was like being in the Wild West in an alley with loaded guns.  It was brutal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae threw her food on the floor.  She's knows not to do this.  It's a standing rule in our house.  When told to pick up her corn - she wouldn't.  Rae, pick up the corn or you will get a spanking.  Another refusal.  A spanking.  Rae, pick up the corn or you will get a spanking.  Another refusal.  A spanking.  IT went on like this for a good 30 minutes when I just couldn't spank any more.  I wasn't trying to hurt her, just give her consequences she can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A word on spanking.  I believe in spanking.  It works for us (usually) and I'm happy with that decision.  Everyone has their opinions.  That's okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after the first 30 minutes of beating my head against the wall, figuratively speaking, I try another tactic.  I get her passy, blanket, and a cup of milk and sit them right beside me. By this time she is exhausted and I figure all of her bedtime stuff would be enough to lure her into obedience.  WRONG.  She fell asleep sitting up crying.  IT was pitiful.  At that point, I just took her hand, squished it around the corn, brushed it off into the tray and said, "Good girl.  Rae was obedient."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh.  She knows and I know and she knows that I know that she won that round.  This was one of the more frustrating moments of parenthood.  I've read JAmes Dobson and I recognized this as a moment of establishing turf.  Who's the boss here?  I got that part.  But did I do the right thing?  I don't know.  If I could go back and re-do?  I still don't know.  No clue.  I feel like a less than adequate mother because I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the Lord does.  And I will keep asking His opinion and doing the best I know how, however that works out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-8337575262719739587?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/8337575262719739587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=8337575262719739587' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/8337575262719739587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/8337575262719739587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/04/wild-wild-west.html' title='The Wild Wild West'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-2631080206064983826</id><published>2008-04-22T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T05:42:17.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pap Smear</title><content type='html'>First of all, isn't that the grossest name they could have given that?  I mean, it's disgusting.  I had my first physical appt. (of many during the pregnancy) with a midwife yesterday where they did the pap smear, pelvic and breast exam.  I always hate those.  It doesn't matter how many children you've had - they hurt!  And they always say, "Now just relax."  Yeah right.  You are probing me with a foreign object and it feels like it.  Sure I can relax, maybe if I were dead or had an epidural or something.  I think an epidural is totally warranted for an event like that.  Completely.  Not over the top at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I get an amen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-2631080206064983826?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/2631080206064983826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=2631080206064983826' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2631080206064983826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2631080206064983826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/04/pap-smear.html' title='Pap Smear'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-636904626956542399</id><published>2008-04-18T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T19:09:31.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things We Take For Granted</title><content type='html'>Here's a thought about a thing we often take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck's grandmother moved here from SC into a cute little house within the gates of our retirement community.  She is a daily part of our lives and we love that.  Today she had a bad day.  She is naturally prone to anxiety and melancholy and it sort of took over today.  That's okay - it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what I was thinking.  Her husband of 50 years died 4 years ago.  I wonder if she misses having her hand held.  I wonder if she misses the heat of lying next to someone in bed at night.  What must it feel like to go four years without that other body that almost seems like part of you?  Granted, neither she nor her husband are overly affectionate but still...there are little tiny intimacies of marriage that she would have to long for.  I mean, after 50 years it has got to be a difficult transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are single and have never been married there are things you don't know that you would miss, as I recall from my own single days.  I was a lot more content then as opposed to how I think I would feel now if I were suddenly widowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's just a thought.  Makes me a little sad for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-636904626956542399?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/636904626956542399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=636904626956542399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/636904626956542399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/636904626956542399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-we-take-for-granted.html' title='The Things We Take For Granted'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-5107346510325789878</id><published>2008-04-18T15:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T15:19:21.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy and Potty Training</title><content type='html'>I don't remember being so irritable with either of my earlier pregnancies.  I mean, okay a little bit when I was pregnant with Rae but this time the levels are off the charts.  It's ridiculous.  And I don't like it at all.  I hate feeling like my frustrations well up in me and they sometimes feel uncontrollable.  It kind of scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other front, David wore underwear to Pizza Hut today and stayed dry through the whole meal!  We had two "false alarms" in bathroom trips but that's cool.  At least we didn't have to take a soggy 3 year old home with us.  I'm very pleased.  I'm beginning to think we're making progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now he is refusing to eat his supper.  Which would be fine if we didn't have a babysitter coming whom he would undoubtedly tell, "I'm hungry. I didn't eat supper" right as his bedtime drew near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae is already in the bed bless her heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-5107346510325789878?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/5107346510325789878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=5107346510325789878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5107346510325789878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5107346510325789878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/04/pregnancy-and-potty-training.html' title='Pregnancy and Potty Training'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-5666744618185645555</id><published>2008-04-17T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T09:56:17.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Newest Addition</title><content type='html'>So, for the one or two of you who do not already know...We're having another baby!  Our due date is November 3 and we had our first ultrasound today.  The heart was beating strongly at 158 beats a minute and he was waving his little hands and feet around like crazy.  Very fun and very reassuring to hear that everything looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a stomach full of Mexican food.  Must nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-5666744618185645555?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/5666744618185645555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=5666744618185645555' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5666744618185645555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5666744618185645555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-newest-addition.html' title='Our Newest Addition'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-2300958350073826204</id><published>2008-04-15T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T05:20:02.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Long Absence</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of legitimate excuses about why it has been so long since my last post.  The explain alot but I'm not going to waste time with those.  I will say this, however, most of my other blog friends, except my newest one, &lt;a href="http://www.christyward.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christy&lt;/a&gt;, have been extremely lax as well.  So, I don't feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  really have had a lot going on and on top of all of it David is going through a testing stage.  I'm not sure why but I have the sense that he's testing me.  It's like, if we put him in his bed he gets up eight times.  I thought we had that lesson worked out already!  It's as if he's checking to see if I forgot about it or changed my mind.  Sheesh.  I'm tired of this stage for real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae cried for Erin yesterday when she left.  She reached for her while in my arms.  I'm so relieved!  Maybe that means her separation anxiety stage is lessening.  I certainly hope so.  It's too much pressure to be the only one she is happy with.  Just too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now.  I should have more later this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-2300958350073826204?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/2300958350073826204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=2300958350073826204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2300958350073826204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2300958350073826204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-long-absence.html' title='My Long Absence'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-2027084437468530759</id><published>2008-03-27T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T13:30:32.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Families</title><content type='html'>Has anyone ever noticed that tv families are strange?  Either they fight all of the time about everything or they are just weird.  For example, it seems like every couple on tv has an unlimited supply of energy for steamy sex.  I mean, don't get me wrong, I like it as much as the next woman but really.  I'm exhausted by 9:00!  (No, make that 7:30)  Chuck and I are happy but we are not the Cosby family dancing into the bedroom every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have you ever really paid attention to the kids on tv?  Little Johhny and Susie are perfect.  If a visitor comes to see dad,  Johnny politely says hello (Susie is MIA) and then goes to do an art project with mom while dad has a conference.  My "Johnny" refuses to leave when visitors are around because he smells a fresh audience.  "Susie" is terrified of strange faces.  She's immediately shrieking and climbing on top of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something just doesn't add up here.  Am I alone in this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-2027084437468530759?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/2027084437468530759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=2027084437468530759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2027084437468530759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2027084437468530759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/03/tv-families.html' title='TV Families'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-519921107265169088</id><published>2008-03-24T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T17:40:29.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning My Nest</title><content type='html'>It has recently come to my attention that my spiritual "nest" needs some housecleaning.  Mama and I were discussing, several weeks back, how some things in your "nest" can crowd out others.  For example, when I hold onto unforgiveness, bitterness, anger, hurt, mustrust, whatever - the list could go on and on - my nest gets crowded.  Where's the room for happiness, thankfulness, joy and all of the other cool stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's interesting to me that my nest shrinks when I get junk in it but seems to expand when its filled to the brim with good stuff.   When I am holding onto the past hurts or whatever it seems like I can't get happy.  Everything is dim and gloomy and not as it should be.  But when I focus on the good and the positive things that God is doing, I am unable to capture with words all of the blessings in my life!  And it is mostly a matter of perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my Faithful Father has brought to my mind a few things that I need to let go of.  Surprisingly, things I thought I had already let go but apparantly not.  I'm willing because I can always use more good and perfect gifts in my nest.  And we know that every good and perfect gift comes from our Father above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-519921107265169088?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/519921107265169088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=519921107265169088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/519921107265169088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/519921107265169088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/03/cleaning-my-nest.html' title='Cleaning My Nest'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-5646684049055469594</id><published>2008-03-20T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T18:28:12.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Nights</title><content type='html'>All is quiet at my house.  David and his daddy are snuggled on the couch watching The Sound of Music, Rae is sleeping peacefully, and I am looking around at all of the things that need doing and am ignoring them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a rough week. I either had food poisoning thanks to some iffy mushrooms, or I had one of the worst stomach bugs known to man.  Either way, it was really a nightmare. I am much better but today I napped when the kids did and I slept like someone who has been forced to stay awake for 48 hours.  I was so unbelievably tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the bare minimum in my house today and it shows. I have family coming in this weekend and the house may or may not reflect that by tomorrow evening when they arrive.  I will have to see how my energy holds out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-5646684049055469594?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/5646684049055469594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=5646684049055469594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5646684049055469594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5646684049055469594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/03/quiet-nights.html' title='Quiet Nights'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-6281811842815380858</id><published>2008-03-17T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:20:20.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Movie</title><content type='html'>We took David to his first "big movie" this weekend.  We saw Horton Hears A Who and it was so fun.  David did great (but we did have to slip him a passy to keep him relatively quiet for 2 hours) and he got lots of time alone with Mama and Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a better mother I would have pictures or video to commemorate the event.  But I don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-6281811842815380858?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/6281811842815380858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=6281811842815380858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/6281811842815380858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/6281811842815380858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/03/big-movie.html' title='Big Movie'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-8596853056726786180</id><published>2008-03-10T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T03:37:59.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Button Button Who's Got The Button?</title><content type='html'>I am a woman with a lot of buttons.  I have a "Don't make me angry" button. I also have a "You're on my last nerve" button. But perhaps most unfortunately I have a "Gripping fear" button. And it got pushed this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some background, I am a transformed fearful person. I can remember living with paralyzing fear over a variety of issues ever since I was a little girl.  Now, due to my Father's saving grace and transforming power, I rarely feel that fear any more. At least not in such great measure. &lt;em&gt;Except&lt;/em&gt; when it comes to my children and husband.  Okay, mostly my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend a relative pushed my fear button. Not intending harm, she made a few thoughtless comments about my family, which in turn pushed my most dreaded of buttons.  I was a little angry, but mostly afraid. Afraid that what she said was true and that it was a fact. Afraid, almost, that it was our destiny, I guess, as if the power of Christ is not greater than a few thoughtless words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh me of little faith and love.  The Bible tells us that perfect love casts out all fear and he who is afraid has not allowed himself to be perfected in love.  That's me.  I have obviously not allowed myself enough time at my Father's feet absorbing his powerful love and truth for the lives of my family.  AND our word at church last night was so powerful for me. What a well timed truth for my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have power in my words and - thank you Mrs. Janice - I am the authority over my children and I reject and rebuke any "curse" that was handed to us.  So here goes, I will try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Wide Web hear me - I am not afraid! My family will thrive. My children will grow healthy, physically, emotionally, mentally, and socially. Mine and Chuck's parenting skills are enough. We will pass on a heritage of faith and love for the Lord and our children will receive a deep understanding of how great the Father's love for them is. They will be like trees planted by the rivers of water and will flourish even when times are hard.  And I am not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take that satan. And I'm thinking about sewing on a new button. I think I will get a "You've really pissed me off now, enemy, and I'm going to fight you tooth and nail" button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you updated on how my button is developing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-8596853056726786180?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/8596853056726786180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=8596853056726786180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/8596853056726786180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/8596853056726786180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/03/button-button-whos-got-button.html' title='Button Button Who&apos;s Got The Button?'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-3226872448344029824</id><published>2008-03-07T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:59:21.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiny Brat Moment</title><content type='html'>I had a whiny brat moment today.  I could blame it on a few different reasons, tiredness, hormones, et cetera, et cetera but really the truth is I just acted ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I do that. I end up feeling like a two year old. It all stemmed from expectations that I had that were not met exactly the way I had envisioned.  Sigh...When will I learn? It makes me really frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I am reminded that every moment is a new one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-3226872448344029824?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/3226872448344029824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=3226872448344029824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3226872448344029824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3226872448344029824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/03/whiny-brat-moment.html' title='Whiny Brat Moment'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-5289716573370048385</id><published>2008-03-04T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T13:54:14.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Passy</title><content type='html'>Well, we did it. We cut off the ole pacifier addiction. And I can assure you, it was an addiction.  David has loved a passy from day one.  He would always suck on one to calm himself and it ocurred to me when we took it away yesterday that this could be a little bit traumatic.  I mean, he's had one his whole life. He's never gone without.  Too sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's done really well, though. A few tears and a little whining but not too bad.  He has told me that he "needs one" a few times but other than that not too much protesting.  I guess it was just time.  Timing is everything, isn't it?  When they are ready, the next step is a walk in the park.  When they aren't, prepare for the battle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-5289716573370048385?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/5289716573370048385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=5289716573370048385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5289716573370048385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5289716573370048385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-more-passy.html' title='No More Passy'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-1554112211800546368</id><published>2008-03-03T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:15:20.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we eat our on poop?</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I had the thought, "Rae hasn't ever taken her diaper off. Maybe she will skip the poop eating stage."  Not so my friends. Yesterday I walked into her bedroom and found my sweet little princess p eating her own poop.  That's right. She had doodoo all over her face, passy, bottle, hair, etc. She was  coverered in it and having a great time.  I walked in, looked at her, and she pointed to the pile of crap in her bed and said, "What's that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking she already knew since she had obviously tasted it.  Disgusting.  I was grossed out the first time David did that but nothing can prepare you for seeing your teensy weensy precious little girl covered in her own crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-1554112211800546368?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/1554112211800546368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=1554112211800546368' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/1554112211800546368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/1554112211800546368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-do-we-eat-our-on-poop.html' title='Why do we eat our on poop?'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-2491204836064181746</id><published>2008-02-28T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T09:02:11.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whining Makes Me Sick!</title><content type='html'>I love PBS. They have cute shows and I can trust that their content is cool for the kids - Most of the time.  Sorry PBS, but you struck out with the show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caillou&lt;/span&gt;, in my opinion. For those of you who are not familiar with this particular show, it's about a whiny 4 year old named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caillou&lt;/span&gt; and everything is about him.  I mean &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;. His mother is so considerate of his feelings that it makes me want to scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, let's try to be considerate of our children's feelings but you have to draw the line somewhere.  This kid's parents don't and I refuse to let my kids watch the show.  It is also, I might add, where David learned to say, "Bad, Mama!"  Yeah, I nixed it after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I just tell David that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Caillou&lt;/span&gt; is whiny and whining is ugly.  We don't like the show now.  Most of the time he still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;begs&lt;/span&gt; to watch it but one day he said, "We don't watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Caillou&lt;/span&gt;, Mama. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Caillou&lt;/span&gt; is so whiny and whining makes me sick."   Me too baby, me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the more I think about it, whining does make us sick. It infects us as insidiously as does cancer or any other terrible disease. It sneaks up on us.  First we whine about how our particular situation is tough. And sometimes it really is. But soon that's all we can see or think about. How everything is hard or frustrating and it's all happening to me! At least that's the way it is in my life. And before I know it, I can't see the forest for the trees. I can't see the good, only the hard. I can't see the blessings, only the obstacles. And I can't see the arm of the Lord coming to rescue and relieve me, I only see the hand of my enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, whining makes me sick, spiritually, that is. It makes me sick and it's one disease that I have complete control over whether or not I get sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-2491204836064181746?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/2491204836064181746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=2491204836064181746' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2491204836064181746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2491204836064181746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/02/whining-makes-me-sick.html' title='Whining Makes Me Sick!'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-3343679129144004189</id><published>2008-02-21T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T10:22:05.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even A Child...</title><content type='html'>Proverbs 20:11 says "Even a child is known by his actions, by whether his conduct is pure and right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....That's how I feel when I read that verse.  On the one hand it reinforces the importance that I place on training my children, discipline, and the like. But on the other more depressing hand, it reminds me that, unfortunately, even children build reputations based on their behaviors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it wasn't like that. I wish that people could see into the hearts of my children the way that I do. I would like for people to see David acting crazy and be able to reason, "He's tired. He's had a long day or he is just overwhelmed." Whatever the underlying reason is for his behavior. But that is usually not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads into my coversation with David yesterday.  So he was wearing his Burger King crown yesterday in the car.  When I looked in the rearview mirror I exclaimed, "David, you're a king!"  His response?  "No, I'm just a kid."  Okay, so at this point I'm clueing into the spiritual lesson to be taught here.  I respond, "David, you are a royal priesthood, a holy nation. It doesn't matter if you take your crown off. You are still a child of the king."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 20 also says, in verse 27, that "the lamp of the Lord searches the spirit of a man; it searches out his inmost being."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for that redeeming last point!  My kids' heavenly father will search out their spirits. Even when they act crazy, He will search their hearts to understand the reasons and motivations for their behaviors. He will know that they are Kingdom children even when they don't wear their crowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah, the grace of God&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Not only to my children but to me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-3343679129144004189?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/3343679129144004189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=3343679129144004189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3343679129144004189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3343679129144004189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/02/even-child.html' title='Even A Child...'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-2170613149199112629</id><published>2008-02-18T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T10:22:07.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Audience Of One</title><content type='html'>It's so hard to discipline and feel like you are doing the right thing when you have an audience. Whether the audience is your family or friends, it's still really difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seems there is no "right way" to do the right thing by your children and do you know how frustrated that makes me feel? I want concrete answers and how to's. I want an exact algorithm for raising happy, healthy children who are set up for success later in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I lose my cool and yell at my kids.  I hate it when I allow myself to get so frustrated that I forget who the two year old is! I really really hate it when I feel like I am not enough for the people who need me to be enough.  I hate to feel like I'm failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there it is.  I hate to feel like I'm failing - my children, my husband, my self.  It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can only fail a test, something that there has been a bar set for.  Where you have a least amount and a greatest amount possible to be earned.  Instead, in parenting, we're just doing the best we can.  I listen, I hear what my Father says, and then I give it a try.  Sometimes I feel pleasure about the way a particular situation turns out and sometimes I feel despair.  But in the end, it doesn't matter. I am enough for my children, with all of my faults, the way that the Lord, with all of His perfection, is enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day they will grow and that dependence and need will be transferred to their Father.  That is my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I parent to an Audience Of One. His opinion of my skills is all that matters. He brings Chuck and I together on issues and He enables us to support one another. He gives me the insight when I sometimes lose it and act like the toddler instead of my children. He gives me the strength to start over and try again instead of running away.  And running away is indeed what I have been tempted to do time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I stay and parent to My Audience of One.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-2170613149199112629?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/2170613149199112629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=2170613149199112629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2170613149199112629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/2170613149199112629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/02/audience-of-one.html' title='An Audience Of One'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-8375951746827579108</id><published>2008-02-13T06:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T06:26:28.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong Wills</title><content type='html'>It's official, both of my kids are strong willed.  We have wondered about Rae because her will so rarely asserts itself but she confirmed my suspicions yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David we have known about from his earliest days. We were very concious first time parents and we worked on his obedience relentlessly. He tried us about &lt;em&gt;everything.&lt;/em&gt; He still does. He makes no secret of the fact that he gets tired of being told what to do.  At least that is easy to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae is different. She is completely compliant and easy most of the time. She doesn't fuss, demand her own way, or make any kind of waves.  But boy when she gets it in her mind, that other tiny percentage of the time she is a real pistol! Yesterday I kept telling her no about touching the computer power button. We had to progress to popping the hand, then to swatting her bottom, then her lef, then we just kept on. Finally she got tired of the "game" and turned to me and laughed! She let me know that it was over for her only because she thought it was funny and she was ready to move on.  Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we have not worked on discipline with her like we did with David because she is so sweet and tiny. It's sometimes difficult to not think of her as a tiny baby who doesn't understand.  She does.  She said, "Where's David" this morning.  Hello, Mom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a mother to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-8375951746827579108?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/8375951746827579108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=8375951746827579108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/8375951746827579108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/8375951746827579108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/02/strong-wills.html' title='Strong Wills'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-137343408479456222</id><published>2008-02-12T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:06:21.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Housekeeping Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/R7HVIyukIdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6Ak-yGGNjg/s1600-h/DSCF0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166144594603418066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/R7HVIyukIdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6Ak-yGGNjg/s320/DSCF0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clothes drying on the line. Inspirational, I'm sure. I am trying to eliminate the dryer at least a few loads a week. So far so good. And I used a vinegar and water solution to clean my microwave this past weekend. It worked really well and came out nice and clean. The Green Housekeeping Project is coming along nicely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/R7HgEyukIfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/asQYpfMXANs/s1600-h/DSCF0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166156620511846898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/R7HgEyukIfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/asQYpfMXANs/s320/DSCF0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes it's tough being a kid. You have to take time out for the little things like tv watching and relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/R7HfpiukIeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FVJBwcbOd7c/s1600-h/DSCF0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166156152360411618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="219" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/R7HfpiukIeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FVJBwcbOd7c/s320/DSCF0114.JPG" width="391" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She looks like the tin man just without the suit. So cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-137343408479456222?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/137343408479456222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=137343408479456222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/137343408479456222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/137343408479456222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/02/green-housekeeping-update.html' title='Green Housekeeping Update'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4BwRXCEogQU/R7HVIyukIdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h6Ak-yGGNjg/s72-c/DSCF0118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-8781766047506946564</id><published>2008-02-10T05:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T05:15:29.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fleas and Snakes</title><content type='html'>We've had a busy week. Lots going on and plenty of fun stuff to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all my green housekeeping is progressing. I dried 4 or 5 loads of clothes on my new clothesline. Pretty exciting. I felt like such a hero for the environment. I know it is precious little but at least it's a start. I'm posting a picture soon so you can envision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snakes - We had a little baby snake on our front porch this week. Gross. I hate snakes. I am terrified of them and what really scares me the most is that David has no fear of anything. He loves all creatures great and small and wants to "investigate" them. Actually, let me take that back. He hates ladybugs. He told me he doesn't trust them. I'm still not sure where he got that from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for me, I have a heroic father who eliminated the baby snake. Unfortunately for me, I have a practical friend who pointed out that if there is a baby snake there are parent snakes. There whereabouts are still unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fleas - We have fleas in our backyard. I did not discover this until David was COVERED in bites. Could I have felt more like a trashy and incompetent mother? Absolutely not. The dog no longer lives with us but her fleas do. Great. Ignoring all grean housekeeping advice, my chemically licensed husband sprayed the heck out of the yard. The fleas are going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him how the spraying went. His reply was, "Like the running of the bulls." What? "The bulls always die, baby. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine with me when it comes to fleas and snakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-8781766047506946564?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/8781766047506946564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=8781766047506946564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/8781766047506946564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/8781766047506946564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/02/fleas-and-snakes.html' title='Fleas and Snakes'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-5196022985111727777</id><published>2008-02-04T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T05:50:23.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Housekeeping</title><content type='html'>I recently bought a book called &lt;em&gt;Green Housekeeping&lt;/em&gt;. I am very interested in eliminating chemicals from our house that don't need to be here. I also want to do some things that will help be good to the environment. Soooo, I'm going to give it a shot. But all things in moderation, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to Wal-Mart and am going to buy some clothpins. I already have a line up in the yard that would work for a clothesline and when the weather cooperates (which it has been doing lately) I could hang some clothes on the line instead of using my dryer. That cuts down on my energy consumption and uses resources that are already available to me. Now, I know that Shireen is probably gritting her teeth that we have weather warm enough for that already but hang in there girl surely the snow and cold can't last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll keep you posted on how my going green adventure progresses. If I only make one or two small changes at least it is a start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-5196022985111727777?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/5196022985111727777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=5196022985111727777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5196022985111727777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5196022985111727777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/02/green-housekeeping.html' title='Green Housekeeping'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-3525881522436912266</id><published>2008-01-31T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T13:17:34.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feet</title><content type='html'>So, David announced yesterday that his feet smelled tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Where do they come up with this stuff? He is really so smart and he remembers everything you have said! Don't promise him anything you don't have every intention of following through with. He will hold you to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met a new friend in the grocery store today and they yelled HEY at each other the whole time we were shopping. It was pretty funny. By the time out trip was over her mommy and I had agreed to a playdate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that happen only in Camilla?  Or only amongst stay at home mothers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-3525881522436912266?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/3525881522436912266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=3525881522436912266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3525881522436912266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/3525881522436912266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/01/feet.html' title='Feet'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-5773161215372869315</id><published>2008-01-29T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T10:19:21.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Progress</title><content type='html'>Today, out of nowhere, David tells me he has wet his diaper and wants a new one.  Later on he told me that he had pooped in it. At lunchtime he stripped off his diaper and came out of his room sporting training underwear. And then before naptime he peed in his potty for some chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's progress, folks.  Don't know how or why but I'm grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-5773161215372869315?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/5773161215372869315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=5773161215372869315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5773161215372869315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/5773161215372869315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/01/potty-progress.html' title='Potty Progress'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-638619121638549546</id><published>2008-01-28T16:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T16:35:08.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much More To Come</title><content type='html'>For those of you reading this blog that are first time mothers, (okay, Shireen) there is so much more to come than the loss of things described in my last post. One thing that will come your way is the manipulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if your baby is under a year, you probably smile and say, "Oh, they are so manipulative, aren't they?"  Huh...You haven't seen anything but the cute stuff yet.  I'm not talking about the little pouts they do to get their way. I'm talking about the full blown fits resembling something seen in a deliverance session and the comments that cut you straight to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, David got out of his bed a few minutes ago after being settled in for the night. That's a big no-no. After receiving his mild spanking and having a far too dramatic reaction over it, he starts begging for his baby bed.  What?!?  Yes, he is asking for his crib that is now in the attic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about feeling low. Not only do I hate the feeling that I get after spanking him but now I feel like I am robbing him of his childhood by making him sleep in a big boy bed. How does he know that this will make me feel like a crumb?  I don't know, he just does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unbelievable what a three year old can do to his parents. Who knew? So, first time parents, get ready to experience some unbelievable manipulation because I can guarantee you that your child will be ready to dish it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-638619121638549546?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/638619121638549546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=638619121638549546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/638619121638549546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/638619121638549546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-much-more-to-come.html' title='So Much More To Come'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-6962551860100121560</id><published>2008-01-25T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T10:12:35.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss of....something</title><content type='html'>I've noticed that I have a loss of something.  I'm not sure what to call it or how even to phrase it.  You see, I just wiped my runny nose on David's dirty jammies.  Sure, they are going to be washed anyway, but what kind of person does that?  I would have &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; done that before I had children.  Tissues and kleenex are for nose wiping.  Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a loss of a social skill?  Is it manners? Is it normal adult functioning?  Whatever it is, I have lost it. It must have been birthed out with the placenta because I haven't seen it since he was born.  Scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-6962551860100121560?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/6962551860100121560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=6962551860100121560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/6962551860100121560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/6962551860100121560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/01/loss-ofsomething.html' title='Loss of....something'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5339044682464242010.post-7756621703795557567</id><published>2008-01-24T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T06:09:30.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest Sights</title><content type='html'>The first sweetest sight I saw the other day was my two children playing side by side.  I was sitting on the steps and they were completely engrossed in playing in the sandbox. No pushing, yelling, scissor holds, etc. just sweet playing. I cannot tell you how that made me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually able to put both of them in Rae's crib the other day to keep them contained. Nobody died or had to go to the ER!  It was a momentous occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other sweetest sight I took a picture of but I can't put it up. Laws and everything. David wanted to play in the water - naked except for his rubber boots.  Cutest and sweetest thing you've ever seen. Just not appropriate for the internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5339044682464242010-7756621703795557567?l=vonglahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/feeds/7756621703795557567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5339044682464242010&amp;postID=7756621703795557567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/7756621703795557567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5339044682464242010/posts/default/7756621703795557567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vonglahn.blogspot.com/2008/01/sweetest-sights.html' title='The Sweetest Sights'/><author><name>KateVonGlahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14613572405987218788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
