<?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-16980179</id><updated>2011-12-31T23:15:53.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the people people</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980179.post-6476669928666227598</id><published>2008-07-16T13:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T13:59:18.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/SH5EW2uh9lI/AAAAAAAAACw/nNXEoHaMOw0/s1600-h/IMG_1810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223687777234843218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/SH5EW2uh9lI/AAAAAAAAACw/nNXEoHaMOw0/s400/IMG_1810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look what I just picked yesterday.  I am so excited about these.  So far, beets have been the easiest vegetables I have ever raised from seed.  Nearly all of the seeds I planted germinated, and I even direct seeded them.  I have not yet eaten the beets themselves, but I had the greens for lunch, and they were great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-6476669928666227598?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6476669928666227598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=6476669928666227598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/6476669928666227598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/6476669928666227598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2008/07/beets.html' title='Beets'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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/__5x1DgrQMT8/SH5EW2uh9lI/AAAAAAAAACw/nNXEoHaMOw0/s72-c/IMG_1810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980179.post-8780576928190602712</id><published>2008-07-01T12:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:57:28.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been shopping hard on craigslist for a bike and a bike trailer.  I was even considering buying a new trailer simply because I couldn't find a used one that I actually wanted.  So I put up a want add on cl, and I got two responses.  One for an InStep model that I didn't really want, and the other for a new Burley (make an offer).  I didn't have time to get back with the Burley guy for a few days, but I called him on Sunday and left a message.  I didn't hear back from him, but I decided to try him again yesterday.  We talked about the trailer, and he said he was thinking $120 is what he would like to get for it!!!  Seriously?  It's a Burley D'lite.  Brand new.  Those things are selling well used on Ebay for over $200, and new ones are over $400.  So I got it.  Its in the garage now.  I bought bike helmets for me and the kids, and we are pretty much ready to go.  I just need to get a wheel for it so I can convert it to a stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited about this.  I am totally not excited about wearing a bike helmet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-8780576928190602712?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8780576928190602712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=8780576928190602712' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8780576928190602712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8780576928190602712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-been-shopping-hard-on-craigslist.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-2440753258682146279</id><published>2008-06-26T19:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:02:38.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first day at Costco</title><content type='html'>So, today was my first real day at Costco as a pharmacist.  I had orientation about a month ago, but thatwas just paperwork.  Today was an ok day.  The people I work with are really nice, both inside and outside of the pharmacy.  But I have so much stuff to learn in order to master all the procedures and the computer system.  Honestly, I am really stressed out about it.  I have my first full day on Saturday.  It will just be me and two very knowledgable technicians in the pharmacy that day from 9:30am until 6pm.  Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also going to start working for Target because I can't get enough hours at Costco.  I feel excited about that, too.  But I am a bit afraid that when it comes down to it, I will be just as nervous.  Plus, red is not my best color.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-2440753258682146279?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2440753258682146279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=2440753258682146279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/2440753258682146279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/2440753258682146279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first-day-at-costco.html' title='My first day at Costco'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-1875438421294023761</id><published>2008-05-14T13:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:21:36.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have almost given up on blogging.  Its just that, I am more of a private journal type of person.  It just feels like a chore to me most of the time.  Don't hate me.  But here goes anyway.  Here are some of the goings on around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going back to work, part-time, for Costco pharmacy.  I have my orientation tomorrow.  I will be working mostly on Saturdays so that we won't have to worry about childcare.  I really hope I like it.  This is a big change for me.  I worked at a mail order pharmacy for 10 years before I quit entirely in 2006.  So, I have not worked in a mail order pharmacy in quite a while.  It is a little unnerving knowing that I will be the only pharmacist there.  I like having someone else's opinion to ask.  Plus, there will be a lot of standing.  That part I really hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are growing a few new things in our garden this year which we have not tried growing before.  Beets, green beans, kale, broccoli raab, swiss chard.  It is the broccoli raab that excites me the most.  It is my favorite thing to eat.  I am actually not certain that I can plant it this season, though.  I may be too late, and I just found the seeds yesterday.  I need to research that to see if it is like the other cool weather crops where you can plant them in mid-summer for a fall harvest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there is more, but Gabe is calling me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-1875438421294023761?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1875438421294023761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=1875438421294023761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/1875438421294023761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/1875438421294023761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-almost-given-up-on-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-6164251471057563899</id><published>2008-04-16T13:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:28:14.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Evelyn's 4th birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/SAZMkCg6HcI/AAAAAAAAACY/tMVFfY80Vo4/s1600-h/IMG_1721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189919802624974274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/SAZMkCg6HcI/AAAAAAAAACY/tMVFfY80Vo4/s400/IMG_1721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some recent photos from Evelyn's 4th birthday party.  It was so much fun.  Evelyn requested that she have her own cake (even though we were doing cupcakes), and she wanted strawberry frosting with sprinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/SAZMkig6HdI/AAAAAAAAACg/0GYn4z0lNss/s1600-h/IMG_1717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189919811214908882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/SAZMkig6HdI/AAAAAAAAACg/0GYn4z0lNss/s400/IMG_1717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe and Evelyn at the party.  Joe is in the background.  Gabe is doing this thing right now where he smiles these HUGE exaggerated smiles.  So adorable.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/SAZMkyg6HeI/AAAAAAAAACo/1keqgmHRDYc/s1600-h/IMG_1719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189919815509876194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/SAZMkyg6HeI/AAAAAAAAACo/1keqgmHRDYc/s400/IMG_1719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/SAZMPyg6HZI/AAAAAAAAACA/Axhm-MezJbI/s1600-h/IMG_1721.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn playing in some of the tunnels.  Happy 4th birthday, Evelyn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-6164251471057563899?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6164251471057563899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=6164251471057563899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/6164251471057563899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/6164251471057563899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2008/04/evelyns-4th-birthday.html' title='Evelyn&apos;s 4th birthday'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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/__5x1DgrQMT8/SAZMkCg6HcI/AAAAAAAAACY/tMVFfY80Vo4/s72-c/IMG_1721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980179.post-6036436435985296151</id><published>2008-03-17T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T20:05:06.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>todoist</title><content type='html'>I just discovered this site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://todoist.com/"&gt;http://todoist.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a to do list website. I LOOOOVE it! I have gotten so much junk done, its not even funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-6036436435985296151?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6036436435985296151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=6036436435985296151' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/6036436435985296151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/6036436435985296151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2008/03/todoist.html' title='todoist'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-4017476458479300778</id><published>2008-03-10T12:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T12:54:43.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, why couldn't this snow have come in January? I still love snow, anyway. I love how everything slows way down. It feels like vacation to me. And, I love shovelling snow. It is one of the few tasks in my life that does not IMMEDIATELY reappear on my to-do list the second I cross it off. And, when you are done, your accomplishment is so easy to see. Very satisfying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-4017476458479300778?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4017476458479300778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=4017476458479300778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/4017476458479300778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/4017476458479300778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2008/03/seriously-why-couldnt-this-snow-have.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-6899185123346276246</id><published>2008-03-04T14:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:05:57.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gabe has me wrapped around his finger.  I just cannot get enough of him.  Lately, he does this thing where he will ask me for something, and then he will say, "Pwease, mommy!".  It takes every ounce of strength I have to resist him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe's favorite things:  trucks, trains, fire trucks, Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, Evelyn is giving Gabe's trucks names like "Madeline".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-6899185123346276246?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6899185123346276246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=6899185123346276246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/6899185123346276246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/6899185123346276246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2008/03/gabe-has-me-wrapped-around-his-finger.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-913990941192145202</id><published>2008-02-11T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:07:42.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For three nights in a row now, Gabe will not sleep.  He's sick, but amazingly, he will not go to sleep at bedtime.  He slept in our bed the last two nights because it was the only way to get the kid to sleep.  He wouldn't even take a nap today.  Crazy.  I am not looking forward to the rest of this night.  I just can't wait for winter to be over.  The scary thing is that March is usually the worst month for us as far as sickness goes.  I hope I am wrong about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-913990941192145202?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/913990941192145202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=913990941192145202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/913990941192145202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/913990941192145202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-three-nights-in-row-now-gabe-will.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-4161715753268693001</id><published>2008-01-25T14:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:13:11.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is 2pm, and I am just now having my first coffee of the day.  Sick, huh?  Joe is in Chicago right now, and he is the one who makes coffee.  Its not that I don't want coffee, I just seem to get side tracked by all the kid stuff going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of kid stuff, Gabe keeps saying something that sounds just like "fuckin' a".  It is usually when he is talking about one of his toys, but I cannot figure out what he is saying.  Not only that, but he says it like ten time in a row.  No.  He YELLS it.  At least its winter and the windows are closed so the neighbors can't hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-4161715753268693001?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4161715753268693001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=4161715753268693001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/4161715753268693001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/4161715753268693001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-is-2pm-and-i-am-just-now-having-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-545495969624592275</id><published>2008-01-04T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T13:42:12.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/R358t2xt6AI/AAAAAAAAABg/tLcyA-H0-34/s1600-h/IMG_1608_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151692150998427650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/R358t2xt6AI/AAAAAAAAABg/tLcyA-H0-34/s400/IMG_1608_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend, my sister and her husband, Suzanne and James came over to our house to take away our basement workbench. The thing was enormous, but it never was properly used. It just collected stuff, so we decided to offer it to them and they accepted. We found this drawing of Jesus Ghost on the underside of it. The workbench was there when we bought the house, and we are pretty sure it was put there by the previous owners. They just seem like the "Jesus Ghost" type.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided it was best to leave Jesus Ghost stapled to the workbench.  If you are wondering why he doesn't have arms?  That is because he is a ghost, and everyone knows that ghosts don't have arms.  He does have rather nice lips and eyelashes for a ghost, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-545495969624592275?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/545495969624592275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=545495969624592275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/545495969624592275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/545495969624592275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2008/01/jesus-ghost.html' title='Jesus Ghost'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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/__5x1DgrQMT8/R358t2xt6AI/AAAAAAAAABg/tLcyA-H0-34/s72-c/IMG_1608_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980179.post-2641170515892125062</id><published>2007-12-30T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T10:12:38.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Both kids are vomitting now.  Evelyn threw up last night at 4am, and Gabe at the breakfast table.  I thought we were out of the water with Gabe because it had been over two days since he last got sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn is acting totally normal, but Gabe seems more ill.  He wants to be held constantly, and he glazes over a lot while he is playing.  Our pediatrician said that this is something that is going around, and that the diarrhea can last up to 14 days, but more commonly it is lasting about 7 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that I don't get this, but I guess I am not very optimistic right now.  I almost always get this sort of thing when the kids have it.  We are washing our hands like crazy.  That's the best we can do right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-2641170515892125062?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2641170515892125062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=2641170515892125062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/2641170515892125062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/2641170515892125062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/12/both-kids-are-vomitting-now.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-3721460041187455754</id><published>2007-12-28T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T19:37:00.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Owl candle update</title><content type='html'>Someone bought it off of craigslist!  I posted it for $3, and this lady emailed me to ask my if I would take $1 for it.  Of course I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the listing I said that it would make a great gag gift.  I also used the phrase "utterly glorious" because I just &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not here when she picked it up, but Joe was.  It's a good thing, too.  Turns out the woman collects candles.  I am not sure what I would have done when I heard that if I had been here, but I am afraid it would have been something a lot like choking, which would have been bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-3721460041187455754?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3721460041187455754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=3721460041187455754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/3721460041187455754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/3721460041187455754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/12/owl-candle-update.html' title='Owl candle update'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-801200991011619634</id><published>2007-12-27T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T13:45:06.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/R3Pxzmxt5_I/AAAAAAAAABY/u_hVIn0G1SE/s1600-h/IMG_1605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148724667899308018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/R3Pxzmxt5_I/AAAAAAAAABY/u_hVIn0G1SE/s400/IMG_1605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My neighbor came over last week and gave me this.  Not as a joke, either.  It is taller than a gallon jug of milk, and very heavy.  In case you can't tell, its a candle.  I have been trying to pawn it off on everyone who comes through my door, but no takers yet.  When Evelyn learned that it is a candle she asked if we could put it on top of her birthday cake.  Seriously, I considered it, but it is so heavy that it would smash any cake out there.  Plus, I just want the damn thing out of here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-801200991011619634?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/801200991011619634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=801200991011619634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/801200991011619634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/801200991011619634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-neighbor-came-over-last-week-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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/__5x1DgrQMT8/R3Pxzmxt5_I/AAAAAAAAABY/u_hVIn0G1SE/s72-c/IMG_1605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980179.post-8589540045773265352</id><published>2007-12-27T13:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T13:39:52.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gabe vomitted yesterday morning.  He wouldn't eat breakfast, so we thought something must be wrong with him, and he was a little whiney.  And then....it happened.  But that was it.  Nothing else for the rest of the day.  He ate a normal breakfast this morning, and he seems to be fine.  Its strange how kids do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, Evelyn seems to be fine.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-8589540045773265352?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8589540045773265352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=8589540045773265352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8589540045773265352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8589540045773265352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/12/gabe-vomitted-yesterday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-8076571922287196109</id><published>2007-12-21T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T13:04:55.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chief and I are going out tonight, and so I was in my closet trying on clothes this morning.  Nothing fits me anymore.  This is so depressing to me, but it might also motivate me to do something about it.  Maybe even a New Year's Resolution.  More on this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the asian grocery earlier this week looking at the green tea selection.  I have been considering using it as a diet aid.  I saw several brands labeled "Dieter's green tea", and I thought I had found what I was looking for.  When I read the label, ALL of them contained laxatives (senna).  In fact, I am not even sure they contained any green tea at all.  I will just stick with regular green tea for now.  I am not against dietary supplements, but I think it is hard to find one that is safe.  I am open to suggestions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-8076571922287196109?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8076571922287196109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=8076571922287196109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8076571922287196109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8076571922287196109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/12/chief-and-i-are-going-out-tonight-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-1053255421113546770</id><published>2007-12-20T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T11:50:04.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just overheard Gabe making two of his animals kiss each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-1053255421113546770?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1053255421113546770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=1053255421113546770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/1053255421113546770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/1053255421113546770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-just-overheard-gabe-making-two-of-his.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-7591100744497071956</id><published>2007-12-14T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T12:56:34.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I were being video taped today, there would be loads of examples of how NOT to parent.  The kiddos are sleeping now, so I am going to try to pull it together, but so far, its been pretty ugly.  Evelyn just had a full blown meltdown because I turned the TV off.  I think we are all just a little cranky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-7591100744497071956?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7591100744497071956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=7591100744497071956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/7591100744497071956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/7591100744497071956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-i-were-being-video-taped-today-there.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-8427894427092678201</id><published>2007-12-05T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T09:02:49.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Evelyn started asking Gabe, "Gabe, are you going to marry me?".  To which Gabe would reply, "Uh-Uh" (that means no).  And then Evelyn would start laughing hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we have hill billy roots and all, but I never expected this.  I think it is mainly because Evelyn just figured out that Gabe has started answering questions verbally.  I think she likes talking to him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst of it is that I find this to be so funny, that I keep asking Evelyn to do it again.  I can't get enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just overheard Evelyn asking Gabe if he thinks something is cool.  He said yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-8427894427092678201?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8427894427092678201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=8427894427092678201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8427894427092678201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8427894427092678201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/12/yesterday-evelyn-started-asking-gabe.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-381151567208824234</id><published>2007-11-29T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T12:50:14.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/R075S1s2CcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ULt7MoqqU88/s1600-h/IMG_1461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138318326924446146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/R075S1s2CcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ULt7MoqqU88/s320/IMG_1461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two are so wild.  Normally, all they want to do is jump on the bed.  But they also like to pretend sleep, too.  I busted those fakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, Gabe woke up at 3am.....and never went back to sleep.  Which means that I also woke up at 3am, and never went back to sleep.  Yawn.  I am going to try to take a nap, but I am not a very good daytime sleeper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evelyn slid down the firepole at preschool today.  I am so proud.  She has been wanting to go down the one at the playground for a while now, but she never has the nerve.  She is so brave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-381151567208824234?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/381151567208824234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=381151567208824234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/381151567208824234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/381151567208824234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/11/these-two-are-so-wild.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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/__5x1DgrQMT8/R075S1s2CcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ULt7MoqqU88/s72-c/IMG_1461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980179.post-6857693403583861575</id><published>2007-11-12T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T08:00:33.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been having Evelyn attend the rehearsals for our church children's choir. This week, most of the other kids were singing, but not Evelyn. She kept her little mouth shut through the entire thing. When I asked her if she could sing the song she repeatedly told me that she is too little to do it, and yet she still says that she wants to be in the children's choir. Later on Sunday we were practicing the song, but Evelyn still would not sing, even at home. Then, I just blurted out, "I'll make you a chocolate cake if you learn all of the words". She clarified some of the details of the deal, like whether or not we could also have candles on the cake. Of course I said yes, and she proceeded to sing EVERY SINGLE WORD of Silent Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little stinker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-6857693403583861575?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6857693403583861575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=6857693403583861575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/6857693403583861575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/6857693403583861575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-have-been-having-evelyn-attend.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-7341177974910972469</id><published>2007-11-08T12:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T13:19:39.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent-Teacher conference</title><content type='html'>Today we had our first pre-school parent teacher conference.  It was pretty uneventful.  I didn't hear much that surprised me.  The teacher said that Evelyn does not play with or talk to any of the other kids in her class.  She said she just does her own thing, pretty much all of the time.  When they sit in circle time, Evelyn has her own spot where she always sits that she apparently guards rather well.  The teacher said she does not get confrontational, but she guards her space.  If someone gets too close to her, she will move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher also mentioned that Evelyn has a difficult time with transitioning from one activity to the next.  She completely tunes out the teacher when she is being given instructions.  We have this same problem at home.  I am always asking Evelyn if she is ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also likes to draw mountains.  I guess every time the teacher asks what she is drawing, she says it is a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I am pleased with how the conference went.  I think most of the stuff we covered is age-related.  I will probably address the issue of not paying attention to instructions, but I think that is all.  Evelyn has always been quite shy, but she has also grown tremendously in the last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-7341177974910972469?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7341177974910972469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=7341177974910972469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/7341177974910972469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/7341177974910972469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/11/parent-teacher-conference.html' title='Parent-Teacher conference'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-3765938683117587493</id><published>2007-11-02T07:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T07:20:31.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus of God</title><content type='html'>Today Evelyn and I were listening to some music with lyrics about the Lamb of God.  I was explaining that Jesus is the Lamb of God.  Evelyn said, "I'm the bus of God, Mommy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're the what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The bus of God.  The city bus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me where this came from.  I have no idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-3765938683117587493?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3765938683117587493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=3765938683117587493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/3765938683117587493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/3765938683117587493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/11/bus-of-god.html' title='Bus of God'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-5656834508252457589</id><published>2007-10-29T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T13:57:36.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>Gabe's newest word is "funny!"  It is so adorable.  He will knock down some blocks, laugh, and say "funny!"  Little does he know how funny he really is.  He also calls all animals "horse" and any moving vehicle he calls "truck".  I will often hear Evelyn correcting him in the back seat.  "No Gabe.  That's a bus.  B-u-u-u-u-s-s-s.  Buh Buh Bus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn has a new favorite outfit, which she has now worn two days in a row.  She actually asked to get dressed this morning, which never, ever happens.  I usually have to keep after her for about 15 or 20 minutes to get herself dressed.  And, since she is 3, there is no way she is going to let anyone help her get dressed.  I am thinking it might be interesting to see just how many days in a row she will want to wear the same outfit.  I will have to sneak it out to wash it, but if she is going to volunteer to get dressed herself, and do so quickly and happily, why should I care if she wears the same outfit all month long?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-5656834508252457589?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5656834508252457589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=5656834508252457589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/5656834508252457589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/5656834508252457589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/10/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-6863635343472949269</id><published>2007-10-26T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T14:06:56.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I looked into little Gabe's mouth, and he has a molar!  And not just the beginnings of a molar, but a full fledged one, and another on the way.  I feel like such a slacker mom, because I was totally oblivious to it.  It did not just break through recently from the looks of it.  I would guess it has been there for a few weeks...at least.  Maybe it is because I have been engrossed in Harry Potter for several months now.  I just finished the last book today.  Loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ring finger problem persists.  It is so weird.  I have never had this issue before even though I have been wearing it for 6+ years.  I keep getting this painful red rash underneath it.  Oddly, the same thing happened to my sister several years ago, and she turned out to have a nickel allergy.  So, she can't wear her wedding band anymore.  I am hoping it is not the same thing for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-6863635343472949269?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6863635343472949269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=6863635343472949269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/6863635343472949269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/6863635343472949269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/10/yesterday-i-looked-into-little-gabes.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-8741218688507067399</id><published>2007-09-16T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T20:02:29.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight, I am making chicken stock. I always freeze chicken bones, necks, etc until I have enough to make some stock. This time I had a bit of a breakthrough with my technique. I am a very Mastering-the-Art-of-French cooking kind of cook. I love perfection in food. So the fact that my stock was sometimes too cloudy, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; bugged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was using the wrong spoon to skim off the impurities. That's it. When I showed Joe my new skimming tool, he said that my new spoon would have been that one he would have chosen, too. Next time I need cooking advice, I will ask him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-8741218688507067399?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8741218688507067399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=8741218688507067399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8741218688507067399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8741218688507067399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/09/tonight-i-am-making-chicken-stock.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-295343145818321815</id><published>2007-09-11T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:59:41.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Evelyn's first day of preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/RudGhmlNthI/AAAAAAAAABA/jBMafN_NKJ4/s1600-h/100_4798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109129845381379602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/RudGhmlNthI/AAAAAAAAABA/jBMafN_NKJ4/s320/100_4798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/RudGK2lNtgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Z37zYwDQhGM/s1600-h/100_4800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109129454539355650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/RudGK2lNtgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Z37zYwDQhGM/s320/100_4800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the first day of preschool. Evelyn was very shy. I asked her if she talked to any of the other kids, and she said no. She told me she was too shy. I guess she will be fine, but it is really hard for me to sit back and watch her play all by herself. Not only that, but she looks down at the ground, and turns away when other kids talk to her. She usually talks to adults just fine, but kids seem to intimidate her. I am just trying to reassure her that the other kids want to be friends with her. I am really trying not to criticize her for it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, I got out my guitar for the first time since before Gabe was born.  I am a really crappy guitar player, mostly because I never practice.  But, I really wanna get better.  It just doesn't come naturally to me.  I only got through about one song before I had to give my fingers a rest.  &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/16980179-295343145818321815?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/295343145818321815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=295343145818321815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/295343145818321815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/295343145818321815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/09/evelyns-first-day-of-preschool.html' title='Evelyn&apos;s first day of preschool'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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/__5x1DgrQMT8/RudGhmlNthI/AAAAAAAAABA/jBMafN_NKJ4/s72-c/100_4798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980179.post-1035600850845678436</id><published>2007-09-06T07:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T19:05:17.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have not been wearing my wedding band/engagement ring for the past few days, because I keep getting this rash underneath it.  It has happened twice in the past two weeks.  I think it is a fungal infection, but I always think everything is a fungal infection.  I had shingles right after Evelyn was born, and I swore it was a fungal infection until my doctor told me otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you see me not wearing my wedding ring, don't start thinking my marriage is on the rocks.  Its nothing a little Lotrimin can't handle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-1035600850845678436?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1035600850845678436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=1035600850845678436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/1035600850845678436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/1035600850845678436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-not-been-wearing-my-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-25162354035121298</id><published>2007-08-31T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T18:22:08.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by mg</title><content type='html'>RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. You can only say Yes or No!&lt;br /&gt;2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages you and asks!&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 5 people to complete the survey!&lt;br /&gt;—————————————-&lt;br /&gt;————–Danced in front of your mirror naked? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Ever told a lie? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone of the same sex? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a picture? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Slept in until 5 PM? No&lt;br /&gt;Had sex at work? No&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at work/school? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Held a snake? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Ran a red light? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Been suspended from school? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Totaled your car/motorbike in an accident? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Been fired from a job? No&lt;br /&gt;Sang karaoke? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Caught a snowflake on your tongue? yes&lt;br /&gt;Kissed in the rain? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Sang in the shower? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Gave your private parts a nickname? No&lt;br /&gt;Sat on a roof top? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? No&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Shaved your head? No&lt;br /&gt;Slept naked? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Blacked out from drinking? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Played a prank on someone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Had a gym membership? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Felt like killing someone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Made your girlfriend/boyfriend/spouse cry? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Cried over someone you were in love with? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Had sex more than 4 times in one day? No&lt;br /&gt;Had Mexican jumping beans for pets? No&lt;br /&gt;Been in a band? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Subscribed to Maxim? No&lt;br /&gt;Tripped on mushrooms? No&lt;br /&gt;Donated Blood? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Video taped yourself having sex? No&lt;br /&gt;Eaten alligator meat? No&lt;br /&gt;Eaten cheesecake? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Still love someone you shouldn’t? No&lt;br /&gt;Have a tattoo? No&lt;br /&gt;I tag Maureen, and Becky S. I know I am supposed to tag 3 more, but everyone I know has already been tagged, sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I am tagging Charles Okonkwo.  Charles YOU NEED A BLOG!!!!  I would read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-25162354035121298?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/25162354035121298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=25162354035121298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/25162354035121298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/25162354035121298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/08/tagged-by-mg.html' title='Tagged by mg'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-3022136661553850806</id><published>2007-08-25T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T20:21:11.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joe's family just left.  They visited us today.  It was a really nice visit.  Evelyn is really getting into having grandparents.  She used to be a little more shy, but now she just talks up a storm.  She was really badly behaved at times, but overall, her cuteness made her completely irresistable.  I did not give her any snacks all afternoon, and at dinner she kept saying "Oh mommy, this is the &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; hamburger I have ever had.  This is the &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; watermelon I ever had."   And so on.  I think no snacks in the afternoon is here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-3022136661553850806?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3022136661553850806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=3022136661553850806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/3022136661553850806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/3022136661553850806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/08/joes-family-just-left.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-4006641206667835489</id><published>2007-08-10T05:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T15:18:03.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Gabe slept until 7:30am. We would have been in shock over it if it hadn't been for the fact that he cried off and on from 3:30am until 5am. But, today, he is back to his old tricks, so I guess it was a fluke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe has started talking a bit. Here are his words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;thank you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;uh-oh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;daddy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am sure there are more, but I just can't remember them right now, and it is still in that phase where most people cannot tell that he is saying anything. He understands everything we say to him, and he usually does what we ask. I just started doing time-out with him this week. I don't think I started this young with Evelyn. She was a little more mild mannered at this age than Gabe is, and I am a little wiser the second time around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-4006641206667835489?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4006641206667835489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=4006641206667835489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/4006641206667835489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/4006641206667835489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/08/yesterday-gabe-slept-until-730am.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-100921917469608576</id><published>2007-07-27T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T10:46:47.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After vomitting yesterday, Evelyn was passing on some of her experience to her doll baby.  She kept changing her doll's clothes and would say to her, "Oh baby, we have to change your clothes because you got vomit on them".  What a good mommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-100921917469608576?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/100921917469608576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=100921917469608576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/100921917469608576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/100921917469608576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/07/after-vomitting-yesterday-evelyn-was.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-479155911145790135</id><published>2007-07-26T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T14:12:03.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/RqjPThjTZPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NBrReMhBinQ/s1600-h/IMG_1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091547313073251570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/RqjPThjTZPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NBrReMhBinQ/s320/IMG_1086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of you may know from talking to me that Gabe has been waking up every day at around 5 or 5:30am for about 6-8 weeks now. But....this week...he has slept a bit later on two days. One day he woke up around 4am and cried off and on for 10 minutes, then slept until 6:30. And today, he woke up at 5:30, but &lt;em&gt;he went back to sleep&lt;/em&gt; after a quick diaper change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohmigosh! Could this stage of crack-of-dawn-waking be coming to an end? I hope so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week, I sorta had a little revelation, thanks in part to an insightful friend who was praying for me. I need to stop trying to micro-manage my kids....even when they wake up every day at 5:30am. So, I am trying to let it be right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the age that Gabe is right now. He is 14 months. He's starting to talk here and there, and he and Evelyn are getting along a little better. This morning, Gabe was tickling Evelyn's feet. So cute. He loves getting into the recycling (he's very eco-contious), and he takes off as fast as he can when I say "put that down" or "what do you have in your mouth?" He understands everything I say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for Evelyn, she woke up crying this morning. She said her tummy hurt. We came downstairs and she vomitted twice, and then slept on a blanket on the floor for about an hour. She seems fine ever since. Her appetite is back, but we are on the BRAT diet for the rest of today. Does anyone know if something is going around?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-479155911145790135?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/479155911145790135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=479155911145790135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/479155911145790135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/479155911145790135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/07/some-of-you-may-know-from-talking-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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/__5x1DgrQMT8/RqjPThjTZPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NBrReMhBinQ/s72-c/IMG_1086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980179.post-6887765424171806140</id><published>2007-07-02T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T13:31:59.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend with the in-laws</title><content type='html'>Well, we got back yesterday from a weekend in Indiana.  Maureen had to pray for me the day that we left town to head over that way, because I sorta have a crummy attitude about visiting with Joe's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty good time.  The kids didn't get enough sleep, but they never do when you are visiting family.  Joe's mom always makes homemade ice cream for the July 4th holiday, and since she was having everyone over on Saturday, that is what we did.  Two flavors--vanilla and peanut butter.  Now, normally, I LOVE peanut butter anything.  But, I am a bit of an ice cream snob, I must admit, so this particular ice cream is not my thing.  All around, I ate way too much sugar.  I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also nearly broke my ass playing soccer with one of the cousins.  Seriously, I fell right on my hind-quarters and did not break my fall at all on the way down.  It hurt like hell, and I have a pretty high tolerance for pain.  I actually took two Aleve.  I &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; take pain medication.  I have been trying to make myself remember to take pain medication when I am in pain, lately.  Some pharmacist I am, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were exhausted yesterday when we got home, and the kids were really messed up.  Gabe took forever to fall asleep.  He was hysterical.  Poor little guy.  Fortunately Joe's folks don't really have much of an expectation that we will visit them except for this one time in the summer.  They always come over to visit us.  I know they are trying really hard to do things to show us that they love us.  Like, they hardly turned the television on at all.  And, they did not get out the camera right as we were getting in the car to leave and the kids were falling apart.  I am very thankful for those two things, and I am going to try to focus on that as much as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-6887765424171806140?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6887765424171806140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=6887765424171806140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/6887765424171806140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/6887765424171806140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/07/weekend-with-in-laws.html' title='Weekend with the in-laws'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-786915020297032761</id><published>2007-06-18T14:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T14:34:02.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cliks- Oh Yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/bJD4QLsohT8' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/bJD4QLsohT8'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally found this song.  I have been looking for this.  I can't stop singing it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-786915020297032761?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/786915020297032761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=786915020297032761' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/786915020297032761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/786915020297032761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/06/cliks-oh-yeah_18.html' title='The Cliks- Oh Yeah'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-8532303444816155648</id><published>2007-05-30T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T08:12:08.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My inner rock star</title><content type='html'>I have a rock star somewhere inside of me.  I just know it.  But I gotta go look for her if I want her to come out.  She is just so tired of trying so hard to be a rock star when there is so much other crap to do.  Boring, mundane crap.  So I don't really have time to get her out much.  I just keep telling her to wait.  I think that might be a mistake in the long run, but its not really something that I ponder much.  It just happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to give her a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-8532303444816155648?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8532303444816155648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=8532303444816155648' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8532303444816155648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8532303444816155648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-inner-rock-star.html' title='My inner rock star'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-1727616567986629071</id><published>2007-05-27T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T08:56:49.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our siding is done!  It took one day.  The crew started at about 7am, took a break between 9am and 11am because they were waiting on the siding to arrive, and finished by 6pm.  They were a great crew, very polite, and the foreman wanted to make sure that we were happy with the siding.  Some of our plants got a little trampled, but we were warned that would be the case.  The house looks great, and we are really pleased with the job, especially since it has been totally free.  We are even getting money back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was struck by the contrast between the painting crew and the siding crew.  They were here on consecutive days, and that made it easy to compare the two.  The painting crew didn't start until 10am and they were ready to leave by 4pm, even though the job was not finished at that time.    I had been at home all day because they told me that I needed to be there so they could paint the doors, and then we would need to let the doors stand open for several hours afterward so they could dry.  So when 3:30pm came, and they had not started on the doors, I called our contractor to see if he could light a fire under the owner.  I did not want to be stuck home all day again the next day.  The owner came over and painted the doors himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The siding crew, on the other hand....well, you just should have seen them.  I don't think they wasted a single minute.  And they cleaned up WAY better than the painting crew.  I wasn't looking to compare the two crews.  It's just that the difference was so incredibly obvious, that you would have to be asleep to miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-1727616567986629071?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1727616567986629071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=1727616567986629071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/1727616567986629071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/1727616567986629071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/our-siding-is-done-it-took-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-3240309216815083349</id><published>2007-05-24T19:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T19:24:27.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can never remember what I want to blog about when I sit down at my computer.  Does anyone else have this problem?  I am sure that I have lots to say, but I never get around to it because I can't remember any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest news that I forgot to blog about is Evelyn's thumb sucking.  She has quit cold turkey, pretty much all by herself.  At her 3 year checkup in April, her pediatrician talked her out of sucking her thumb when she was not in her crib, but she still sucked her thumb at night and at naptime.  I would even catch her doing it sometimes when she was watching tv, but she stuck to Dr. Anne's recommendation pretty closely.  But, one night about a month ago, she noticed that her thumb had shrivelly skin on it from her thumb sucking (like when your hands have been in water for too long).  She asked me what it was, and I told her it was from her thumb sucking.  She said it was scratchy, asked me to wipe it off, and said she did not want to suck her thumb any more.  Amazingly, she totally quit at that point.  I think this is a remarkable accomplishment for a 3 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next biggest thing that I forgot to blog about was a conversation that Evelyn and I had about buttholes.  She wanted to know if I had a butthole, if Gabe had one, and if Daddy had one.  I kept telling her to stop saying butthole, but I was also laughing so hard that it probably egged her on a bit.  When Joe got home that night, the first thing Evelyn said was "Daddy, we talked about buttholes today".  I was so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about all I have forgotten....that I can remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-3240309216815083349?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3240309216815083349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=3240309216815083349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/3240309216815083349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/3240309216815083349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-can-never-remember-what-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-7123262235304746900</id><published>2007-05-24T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T19:11:58.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, today, we had some painters at our house.  Painting.  And now, I am like..."why didn't we paint like forever ago?".  It makes a big difference.  We had all of the trim painted white, and the doors painted black.  Tomorrow, or someday soon, we will be getting sand colored siding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad part, is that there is no way the kids will sleep through the siding job.  So, I am not sure if I want to be around for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-7123262235304746900?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7123262235304746900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=7123262235304746900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/7123262235304746900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/7123262235304746900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-today-we-had-some-painters-at-our.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-8742649807877745187</id><published>2007-05-21T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T16:40:49.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabe's first birthday and more....</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday buddy! Gabe's birthday was actually yesterday (the 20th). I was going to have a big party, but we decided not to. Gabe is not really going to know the difference. At one year, he is already walking really well, but not much talking yet. He has started imitating me, he laughs out loud, and he will give me a kiss if I ask him for one. I could eat him up. He is so laid back compared to Evelyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about kids....we are getting new siding!!!!! It is as a result of the hail storm back in October. We are finally getting around to it. I think it might happen this week. We get some painting, too. I cannot wait. Our old siding is aluminum, and it is pitted, old, and ugly. Goodbye ugly siding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-8742649807877745187?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8742649807877745187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=8742649807877745187' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8742649807877745187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8742649807877745187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/05/gabes-first-birthday-and-more.html' title='Gabe&apos;s first birthday and more....'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-656510436750205134</id><published>2007-04-30T07:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T08:11:27.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning Evelyn and I were in my room. She had been up for 20 minutes, and I was getting dressed. So she told me she was going downstairs, which is totally fine with me. Ten or fifteen minutes later I went downstairs, and I didn't see her anywhere, but the basement door was open, so I assumed she went down to the basement. "Evelyn? Are you down here?" I looked around the basement, and didn't see her. There is only one other place she could be. Evelyn never used to be brave enough to go outside by herself, but recently, that has all changed. She is allowed to be in the back yard by herself, but never without permission. I looked at the front door. Locked. The side door. Oh God. It's unlocked. Oh God. EVELYN?! EVELYN?! The back yard...empty. Garage...empty. My level of panic increasing exponentially with every passing second, I ran out front, still calling her name. She wasn't in the front yard. It is at this point that I know that this story could end very badly because I have no idea where else to look except for up and down the streets. Then I heard another voice besides mine. It wasn't Evelyn's. It was one of our neighbor's voices--a woman in her bathrobe who had apparently come out to get the paper and saw Evelyn. The woman was saying, "She's right here", but it seems like it took me forever to figure out what she was saying. My thoughts were racing. Then I saw Evelyn. She was just standing on the retaining wall in our neighbor's front yard. When I got to her, she was a little scared. I don't think she was scared of being there alone, but it scared her when she saw how I was acting and because the other neighbor lady was asking her questions. We talked about how she broke the rules and why it is not safe for her to be alone without my permission/supervision. To her, it was no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I asked Evelyn if she had unlocked the door by herself. She said yes. I asked her to show me how she did it. She couldn't do it again. I think she just got lucky, but I know that soon, she will be able to do it by herself every time. I have such mixed emotions about Evelyn maturing, as does every parent. I am so proud that she is not afraid to go outside by herself. But I want to make sure that she never does it again. Sort of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-656510436750205134?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/656510436750205134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=656510436750205134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/656510436750205134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/656510436750205134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-morning-evelyn-and-i-were-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-3691985726392858225</id><published>2007-04-27T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T11:51:15.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't laugh...</title><content type='html'>I really want to start a cosmetics review blog.  You know, we have the CV cooking blog, why not the CV makeup blog?  Its just that, when I score a great find in the world of beauty, I just want to spread the love around and let everyone know.  Seriously, does that make me so bad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-3691985726392858225?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3691985726392858225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=3691985726392858225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/3691985726392858225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/3691985726392858225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/04/dont-laugh.html' title='Don&apos;t laugh...'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-8683346010577236624</id><published>2007-04-25T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T12:52:14.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The kids are driving me nuts today!  Mainly just Gabe.  He never wants to take an afternoon nap.  I know I have just spoiled him by repeatedly going back into his room after putting him down and then rocking him to sleep.  But it is a hard one to break since Evelyn is trying to sleep right next door.  He was sick last week, so things got a little out of hand.  Tonight we begin baby boot camp.  Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-8683346010577236624?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8683346010577236624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=8683346010577236624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8683346010577236624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8683346010577236624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/04/kids-are-driving-me-nuts-today-mainly.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-396106921264446982</id><published>2007-04-24T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:25:22.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Evelyn is now at the age where she is trying to delay bedtime as much as possible.  She is getting pretty clever at it.  One of my favorite tricks of hers is when she strains to try to get out a poop when we put her on the potty before bedtime.  She does this a few times when I try to get her to wrap things up until I call her bluff.  But in rare instances, she actually produces something, which just makes the whole thing funnier.  To her, straining to get out a premature poop is better than having to go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-396106921264446982?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/396106921264446982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=396106921264446982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/396106921264446982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/396106921264446982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/04/evelyn-is-now-at-age-where-she-is.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-8389450201143257176</id><published>2007-04-23T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T18:21:55.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simon says</title><content type='html'>Evidently, Evelyn has Simon (of Simon says) and Jesus confused. We were just outside playing and she keeps saying, "Mommy, reach for the sky. And Jesus says touch the ground. And then touch your knees, and Jesus says jump!" Its a new twist on an old game. I know I should probably clarify the issue, but it is so funny. And besides, I don't really care if she knows anything about Simon at all. Right now, Jesus says touch the ground, and that is just fine with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-8389450201143257176?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8389450201143257176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=8389450201143257176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8389450201143257176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8389450201143257176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/04/simon-says.html' title='Simon says'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-3893552182325152388</id><published>2007-04-21T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T17:48:28.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabe's first steps</title><content type='html'>Gabe turned 11 months old yesterday, and he just took his first steps today.  I am so glad Joe was here to see it!  He was so cute and excited, and seemed to be into the idea wholeheartedly.  Once he realized he could do it, he kept trying a bunch.  I can't believe how fast the past 11 months have gone.  It is slipping away so fast.  Right now, he is still all sugar, sugar, sugar.  No real rebellion to speak of.  But someday soon he will wake up as a 3 year old who will tune me out when I talk and throw tantrums because he doesn't want to go to bed.  I can't wait to see what he becomes, but right now I am going to try to hang on to baby Gabe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe, I need you to stay a baby just a little longer.  And please, let me kiss you, even when you turn two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-3893552182325152388?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3893552182325152388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=3893552182325152388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/3893552182325152388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/3893552182325152388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/04/gabes-first-steps.html' title='Gabe&apos;s first steps'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-7015012579424046094</id><published>2007-04-20T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T13:23:59.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, now everyone in the household has the stuffy nose. At least I think we all do. But now I don't have to worry about keeping everyone's germs away from everyone else's germs. And, Evelyn's symptoms don't seem to have lasted very long, so hopefully it will be short for us all. Gabe has the worst of it right now which stinks since he is still nursing. Ever tried to nurse a kid with a stuffy nose? Let me tell you, it is no walk in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a nice weekend in the forcast! We have so much work to do in the yard, and I hope this stuffy nose business doesn't mess anything up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-7015012579424046094?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7015012579424046094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=7015012579424046094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/7015012579424046094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/7015012579424046094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/04/well-now-everyone-in-household-has.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-3110088530693062460</id><published>2007-04-18T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T12:52:27.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, I admit it</title><content type='html'>I love Dancing with the Stars.  And I really love this season because I really love one of the stars.  Apollo Anton Ohno.  Did anyone see his samba?  Damn.  That mofo can dance!  I love short track speed skating, and now it is so much fun to see him doing something so different from his normal career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the other contestants are good too.  Laila Ali is good, although most of the rest of the women are pretty bad.  And Billy Ray Cyrus is a sorta hilarious, but he is not such a good dancer.  He just doesn't have it.  I thought I would totally hate him, but he has turned out to be very interesting.  He doesn't take himself too seriously, but yet he is not just blowing it off.  He works hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next step is to figure out a way that I can get myself on that show.  I am not a professional ballroom dancer, and I don't play one on tv.  Plus, I am not a star (although I am sure some of you would beg to differ).  Let me know if anyone has any ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-3110088530693062460?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3110088530693062460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=3110088530693062460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/3110088530693062460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/3110088530693062460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/04/okay-i-admit-it.html' title='Okay, I admit it'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-3561282423345573406</id><published>2007-04-18T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T12:36:08.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Evelyn developed a super stuffy nose last night. It happened all of a sudden on the way home from home group. Today, she sounds so cute and sad when she talks. She can't breathe at all through her nose. I am doing hand washing, hand sanitizer and taking echinacea, but I just don't see how I will be able to avoid getting it. With all of the nose wiping that I am doing I know I am being exposed to it. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of how crummy I know she must feel, she still had the energy to scream "Don't touch me!" at me today.  Blood curdling scream.  I was trying to comfort her, but she would have none of it.  It is so incredible to watch your little toddler morph into a monster at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-3561282423345573406?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3561282423345573406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=3561282423345573406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/3561282423345573406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/3561282423345573406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/04/evelyn-developed-super-stuffy-nose-last.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-6729219656691552524</id><published>2007-04-17T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T15:14:42.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I the only one with an 11 month old who won't nap right?  Because I feel like I am right now.  He won't take two naps, but he's not ready for one.  And for some reason, it consumes me when my kids don't nap.  It actually paralyzes me.  Gabe is finally asleep, but I spent way too much time getting him to that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, Evelyn finally noticed that Gabe's anatomy is different from hers.  She was watching me change his diaper one day.  This is how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn: Mommy, what does Gabe have?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What do you mean?  Do you mean his poopy?&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn: No Mommy, what does Gabe have?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn: I mean his swingin' body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went on to clarify that his swingin' body is actually his penis.  Frankly, I prefer swingin' body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-6729219656691552524?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6729219656691552524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=6729219656691552524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/6729219656691552524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/6729219656691552524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/04/am-i-only-one-with-11-month-old-who.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-5387665981499566046</id><published>2007-04-09T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T12:46:11.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>I had my family over to our house for Easter yesterday.  It was actually very non stressful.  My sisters (I have 4 of them) are great at pitching in, and they are all great cooks.  But today, I find myself very sad as I mull over all the conversations we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my sisters in particular I keep judging in my heart today.  As if I would do so much better if I were in her situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the part where I casually mentioned to another sister that I recently heard a study about hot dog consumption and type II diabetes.  This was after her son indicated that they eat a lot of hot dogs.  I am cringing now, just thinking about how cruel it was of me to say such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I had a conversation with my mom about her hearing loss.  My mom lost her hearing 5 years ago.  She is not yet 60, so it is not normal age related hearing loss.  She lost it all very quickly over a few months due to a rare auto-immune disorder.  She has had a cochlear implant since then, but still can't hear very well.  She especially can't hear in large group settings.  There is just too much background noise.  Anyway, she is really struggling with her limitations and how they make her feel so out of the loop.  So many notions about what other people might be thinking.  It breaks my heart.  She probably has another 25 years with this and no really good solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy my family immensely.  I am just not sure why I am sometimes such a self righteous ass around them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-5387665981499566046?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5387665981499566046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=5387665981499566046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/5387665981499566046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/5387665981499566046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-6790808157304473716</id><published>2007-03-28T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T10:37:54.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is my fourth day with the flu, but I feel SOOOOO much better today than I did the past three days.  I am just really tired, but I don't feel sick.  In spite of the fatigue, I am doing a great job of kicking Evelyn in the rear today.  She has been a little out of control since I got sick.  So now it is toddler boot camp.  She has been in time out at least 5 times already and its only 11:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I am getting a flu shot next year.  This is my second year of getting the flu.  Last year, I was 8 months pregnant.  God, that was awful.   I don't even know where I picked it up.  No one else I know seems to have it, including my family, thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only plus about being sick is that when you finally feel well again, it feels incredible.  I am always so alive after I am sick.  I love that.  That should be tomorrow.  Tomorrow, I may conquer the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-6790808157304473716?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6790808157304473716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=6790808157304473716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/6790808157304473716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/6790808157304473716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-is-my-fourth-day-with-flu-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-8971267736580069963</id><published>2007-03-23T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T13:14:53.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/RgQTsReFD5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/LpT_EQeDNfw/s1600-h/IMG_0946_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045179133886533522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/RgQTsReFD5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/LpT_EQeDNfw/s320/IMG_0946_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabe and Evelyn a few weeks ago hanging out on the couch.  Gabe loves Evelyn so much.  He always wants to be doing whatever she is doing, which drives Evelyn a little crazy sometimes.  We have had a few time outs for pushing and stuff this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note, Evelyn has been doing some amazing stuff lately.  She talks like such a grown up, she can sing all the words to so many songs, plays by herself, reads stories to Gabe, writes letters, wants to check her email, takes long walks with me, makes up names for herself, sets the table, and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the big news......Gabe has been napping!!!!!  He does not appear to be napping today, but after 3 days of good napping, I am in a little bit better frame of mind to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe said he would be home at 5pm tonight!  He has hardly been home before 6:30 this week except for Tuesday night.  We have been making a concerted effort to get out of bed early so that he can get to work earlier.  It has been good.  I have made it to the gym once and he has made it there twice.  A huge improvement over our previous average of ZERO.  I am also trying not to eat anything (or drink anything with sugar) after 7pm.  If I eat late in the day, it makes me really groggy the next morning.  I just hate having the kids wake me up.  I need some time to myself before they attack me.  Hopefully, this will continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-8971267736580069963?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8971267736580069963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=8971267736580069963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8971267736580069963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8971267736580069963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/03/rambling.html' title='Rambling'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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/__5x1DgrQMT8/RgQTsReFD5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/LpT_EQeDNfw/s72-c/IMG_0946_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980179.post-6558412318494508756</id><published>2007-03-15T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:02:38.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going to lose my mind</title><content type='html'>This is the third day in a row that Gabe has refused to take an afternoon nap.  It is driving me crazy.  He is totally mr. fidgets even though I know he is tired.  This is, for sure, my least favorite part of parenthood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-6558412318494508756?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6558412318494508756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=6558412318494508756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/6558412318494508756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/6558412318494508756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-going-to-lose-my-mind.html' title='I am going to lose my mind'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-8766651508618717909</id><published>2007-03-13T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T12:37:15.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Evelyn and I are going head to head today on the issue of food.  I never have to do this kind of thing with her.  Its odd because Evelyn has always been a very good eater.  But I decided a few months ago to have it as a goal that she eat the same food as Joe and me at every meal.  Lately she has been more and more particular about what she wants to eat, and today I had just had it with this.  I offered her a plate of very good food for lunch.  Chicken and rice.  Nothing weird.  She piled all of the rice on top of the chicken, and I don't think she took one bite of anything.  I know she was hungry because she had been asking me for dinner for 30 minutes before I finally fed her.  After a few tries, I put the plate away.  But come snack time, that same plate is coming right back out of the fridge.  We will see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-8766651508618717909?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8766651508618717909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=8766651508618717909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8766651508618717909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8766651508618717909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/03/evelyn-and-i-are-going-head-to-head.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-3879825402556133095</id><published>2007-02-20T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T16:00:34.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just bought a bunch more of those compact fluorescent bulbs yesterday. The package says that they are 5 year bulbs, but we have not had any of them last more than 2 years at the most. We have only lived here for 4 years, and I know there are several that I have changed multiple times. Not that I really care, but it is a little annoying considering that they are so expensive. What are we doing wrong? I think it must be the wiring in our house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-3879825402556133095?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3879825402556133095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=3879825402556133095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/3879825402556133095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/3879825402556133095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-just-bought-bunch-more-of-those.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-3522283709193772552</id><published>2007-02-19T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:26:52.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe is back to work today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today is the first day that Joe was able to go back to work.  Things with his back are getting better.  He got some prayer at church yesterday, and we are continuing to pray for healing for him.  I think he is pretty excited to be back at work.  Joe is not one to take time off, so spending a week out of the office was a major sacrifice for him.  And I am glad to be back to my usual routine.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Both kids are sleeping right now.  Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!  Every time I come down the stairs after getting them both to sleep, I always feel like I should do some kind of touchdown dance or something.  Even though it is a regular event, it feels like a major accomplishment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did anybody see Evelyn's semi-major temper tantrum yesterday at church?  I tried to put her coat on her, and she flung herself down on the floor kicking, screaming and crying.  I kinda just stood there beside her and didn't say anything.  Ignoring her is what works best with her, I am finding.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that I think about it, we had a weird day yesterday.  Gabe cried in the nursery a lot and he was upset almost the entire time.  Evelyn throwing public tantrums and Gabe falling apart.  What next?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things &lt;em&gt;appear&lt;/em&gt; to be back to normal today.  I hope it stays that way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-3522283709193772552?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3522283709193772552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=3522283709193772552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/3522283709193772552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/3522283709193772552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/02/joe-is-back-to-work-today.html' title='Joe is back to work today!'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-5302656911521885967</id><published>2007-02-13T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T18:26:49.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With Joe's back being on the fritz, I am the designated snow shoveller in the household.  So, I shovelled snow this afternoon.  Evelyn helped.  It was so much fun.  She loves the snow.  She told me I was ridiculous for throwing snow on her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-5302656911521885967?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5302656911521885967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=5302656911521885967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/5302656911521885967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/5302656911521885967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/02/with-joes-back-being-on-fritz-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-8263731228569314930</id><published>2007-02-13T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T08:44:32.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love snow.  I don't like freezing rain much, but I really love snow.  I love how everything is so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Joe decided to stay home.  His back is really messed up.  He is walking around half bent over.  It has been threatening to go out on him for several days now, so it is not a surprise.  And honestly, it is convenient that it happened on a day like today (with the snow and all).  Joe's back does this a couple of times a year.  The man needs more exercise!  We used to do yoga together (don't tell anyone) and it really helped him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...here is the big news of the day.  I MADE IT TO THE GYM FIRST THING IN THE MORNING!!!!!  I pulled in the parking lot at 5:07am.  I always used to go in the morning until Gabe was born.  It has taken me too long to get back into it.  And it still may not work for me, but I am really going to try.  I find that if I don't work out first, it gets pushed aside.  I am just too pooped in the evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-8263731228569314930?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8263731228569314930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=8263731228569314930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8263731228569314930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8263731228569314930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-love-snow.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-6266336101434938739</id><published>2007-02-12T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T21:10:03.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately I have been really trying to lose those last few pounds of baby fat.  I do really well for a few days, and then I totally blow it and gain it all back.  I have been trying to focus on self control being one of the gifts of the Spirit, but I know I am getting it all wrong.  I have not been trusting God with this at all.  Honestly, I am just tired of the whole having to trust God day in and day out bit.  I would prefer to have my problems disappear as a result of my faith.  Pretty ugly, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-6266336101434938739?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6266336101434938739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=6266336101434938739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/6266336101434938739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/6266336101434938739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/02/lately-i-have-been-really-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-8755622335497088841</id><published>2007-02-09T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T14:00:04.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/RczEtU8RAsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nQE9moBQduI/s1600-h/IMG_0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029611166860640962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/RczEtU8RAsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nQE9moBQduI/s320/IMG_0861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/RczEtk8RAtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4TqPyoMC-HM/s1600-h/IMG_0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029611171155608274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5x1DgrQMT8/RczEtk8RAtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4TqPyoMC-HM/s320/IMG_0901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabe is doing EVERYTHING right now.  It happened overnight.  He started crawling, then sitting up, then pulling himself up.  He is just now nine months old.  I am totally addicted to him.  Its like he and I have this little connection going on that nobody else really sees.  I love it.  He is eating now, but he refuses to be spoon fed.  He must feed himself.  I gave him pizza a few days ago!  I like the fact that he is eating, but it is making him cut back on nursing quite a bit, which I don't like.  I am just super-paranoid about plugged ducts and all that since I have had such a problem with it this time around.  I'm a little afraid he is going to try to wean himself.  I doubt that he will do that, though because he hasn't had a bottle since he was 10 weeks old.  I am just too lazy to pump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture of Evelyn and me.  She is such a cutie.  I think she is even going to survive having a little brother. &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/16980179-8755622335497088841?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8755622335497088841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=8755622335497088841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8755622335497088841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/8755622335497088841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/02/gabe-is-doing-everything-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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/__5x1DgrQMT8/RczEtU8RAsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nQE9moBQduI/s72-c/IMG_0861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980179.post-5564226572881542654</id><published>2007-01-30T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T15:20:00.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pound plus my ass</title><content type='html'>I buy Trader Joe's brand of bittersweet chocolate which I use for baking.  It comes in a package called "Pound Plus".  Instead of 16oz it is like 17.6oz or something like that.  Anyway, it is divided into 40 squares, which makes each square equal to 0.44 oz.  What the hell?  I don't know of any recipes which call for 0.44 oz or any multiple thereof of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the obvious solution here is to buy another brand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am baking today.  That is why this came up.  I am baking a bittersweet chocolate tart for my home group.  And I am not even going to be there.  Now, if that is not Christian love, I don't know what is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-5564226572881542654?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5564226572881542654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=5564226572881542654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/5564226572881542654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/5564226572881542654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2007/01/pound-plus-my-ass.html' title='Pound plus my ass'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-7566083971141600561</id><published>2006-11-15T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T08:54:29.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead</title><content type='html'>I just sorta fell off the blogging wagon.  Its the kind of thing that is hard to get back to the longer you are away from it.  It's like exercise.  You lose your taste for it if you quit for long enough.  Plus, I feel like I have to have the perfect post.  What's that all about?  So, this is not the perfect post.  But it is proof that I am alive, although sometimes I wonder about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn is on this kick where she calls me Jess.  I always tell her that my name is Mommy to her, but it totally cracks me up.  Do you ever wake up and it seems as if your kids changed overnight?  Like they grew up?  Evelyn just went through one of those.  It always amazes me.  She has started singing all the words to songs all by herself.  On Sunday, I went down to the basement and found her there playing all by herself.  She has never done that.  And she wanted to stay down there by herself.  She didn't need me to be there.  A little troubling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-7566083971141600561?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7566083971141600561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=7566083971141600561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/7566083971141600561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/7566083971141600561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-not-dead.html' title='I&apos;m not dead'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-115626649119390963</id><published>2006-08-22T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:54:49.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, why does anyone make their child stop using a pacifier?  It will mess up their teeth?  Please.  A pacifier is like cocaine for Gabe.  Its almost scary sometimes.  But, honestly, wouldn't it be better if everybody just carried around their own pacifier and blankie until they died.  Like, instead of smoking, eating compulsively, and trying to hyper-control our lives.  I guess those things are not as bad for one's teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what do I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pacifier of choice these days is called Gin.  Gin and tonic, more specifically.  I really like expensive gin, but these days I am forced to drink Seagram's.  I guess life could be a lot worse, you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-115626649119390963?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115626649119390963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=115626649119390963' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/115626649119390963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/115626649119390963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2006/08/seriously-why-does-anyone-make-their.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-115402343433274487</id><published>2006-07-27T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:54:49.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Evelyn turned to Joe this morning while they were eating breakfast and said "My milk came down".  Evidently she was referring to her let down reflex.  You see, she has been nursing her doll baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids choose to repeat some of the weirdest stuff.  I guess I am glad that she didn't turn to Daddy and say "Shit!".  I better quit that, 'cause it's only a matter of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-115402343433274487?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115402343433274487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=115402343433274487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/115402343433274487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/115402343433274487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2006/07/evelyn-turned-to-joe-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-115387384895874951</id><published>2006-07-25T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:54:49.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>14lbs 7oz</title><content type='html'>That's how much Gabe weighed today at his two month checkup. He has gained four and a half pounds in two months. Evelyn did not weigh this much until she was about 5 months. Gabe is truly a hoss. But, I guess all he really does is eat, poop, and sleep (with a few smiles in between).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe has been in Milwaukee since Sunday night. Tonight was the last night that I have to put the kids to bed by myself! It actually wasn't that bad (don't tell Joe). I have started putting Evelyn to bed a little early, just because she seems like she needs it. I think things have been a little hard on her emotionally, lately. Anyway, I even give them a bath together every other night, and I think Evelyn really likes it. I was so afraid that she would wig out when I tried to put Gabe in the bath with her. I guess it gives her someone else to pour water on besides herself. I love to see her love on him. Today she asked if she could feed him. Maybe in another month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-115387384895874951?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115387384895874951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=115387384895874951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/115387384895874951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/115387384895874951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2006/07/14lbs-7oz.html' title='14lbs 7oz'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-115352411276905276</id><published>2006-07-21T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:54:48.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My old man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1104/1626/1600/IMG_0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1104/1626/320/IMG_0348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my beautiful husband, Chief Aebi. Right now, he is at the grocery store doing the shopping for me. His second trip to the store this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe has always been a lot of fun, (not to mention, very easy on the eyes) but ever since Gabe was born, he has seriously stepped up to the plate. Not only is he coming home early these days, but he has been super helpful with everything around the house. He busts ass at work, and then he comes home and busts ass at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a lot of ass bustin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hat is off to you, Chief. You are lovin' me right where I need it. And most times, that ain't easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-115352411276905276?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115352411276905276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=115352411276905276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/115352411276905276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/115352411276905276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-old-man.html' title='My old man'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-115039152962272838</id><published>2006-06-15T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:54:48.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabriel's arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1104/1626/1600/IMG_0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1104/1626/320/IMG_0419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had better write down everything I can remember from the day that Gabe was born before I forget it all. So, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been having contractions all week long, but at my OB appointment on May 18th, the doctor said there was no change in my progress. However, she was willing to let me go past my due date, provided I came in for some fetal testing. I also let her strip the membranes to try to get things moving. That was on a Thursday. So, Friday rolled around, and I started having contractions, but I was trying not to get my hopes up, because I had been wrong all week. But I had lost my mucous plug overnight, and I thought that was promising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember when I called Joe, but he was home that day by 2 or 3 in the afternoon. We were still not sure if this was the real thing. My contractions were close together, but they didn't feel particularly strong. I remember thinking to myself that I was tired, and it wouldn't be so bad if the contractions stopped, because then I could at least get some sleep. That was about 9pm. The contractions got markedly more intense at about 9:15pm, and we decided to call Maureen, since she was going to stay with Evelyn overnight. She was going to come over at around 10:30, but after a few minutes, we had to call her back to see if she could come a little sooner, since things really seemed to be moving now. She came over at 10. I kept trying to give her all these instructions about Evelyn. She was trying to get me out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the hospital, I could not sit in the seat. I had to kneel in the front seat and lean my forhead on the headrest. By this time, I had to focus pretty hard during the contractions. No walking, talking, etc. during contractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Labor and Delivery at about 10:30. This lady who was confirming some of my information was all mouthy with me. She was pissed because I came in just as she was about to leave. We know this because she told us so. She wasn't even looking at me, and I don't think she realized how hard I was laboring. Anyway, this super-angelic nurse named Michelle asked Joe to finish the check in process, and she took me into an exam room so she could check my progress. Now, it just so happens that Michelle was the very same nurse who was there for Evelyn's delivery. She is everything that a L&amp;amp;D nurse should be. Calm, compassionate, speaks in a low voice. We were hoping that she would be our nurse again. More on that to come. When she checked me, she said that I was about 4cm dilated. I was so disappointed to hear this. I really expected to be further along. She strapped some fetal monitors on me, and left the room. Joe was with me, by this time. At 11pm my water broke. We told Michelle about it when she came back, and they started prepping me for Labor and Delivery. They put in a port, and just before we left the room, Michelle said that our nurse would be Anne, and that she is hearing impaired. She said she is an excellent nurse, but to make sure that she could see our faces when we were talking to her. We walked down the hall to a labor and delivery room. Michelle helped us with our breathing techniques on the way. I guess we should have practiced them more, but it's a little like riding a bike. Michelle helped us get set up in the room. I sat on a birthing ball in between contractions, and I stood up and bent over the bed during the contractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Anne, our labor and delivery nurse. She started out by asking a lot of questions about my medical history. I still needed to have fetal monitoring done. They were trying to get what they called a "reactive strip", which is a logue of the baby's activity/condition during an awake state. I think they needed this because I did not have an IV. Anyway, they were never able to get it, and they wound up doing fetal monitoring during the entire labor. This might not have been so bad, except for the fact that Anne had a real knack for pressing the fetal monitor right on the part of my lower abdomen that hurt the most during each contraction. It must have taken her years to develop such a talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon, I started feeling the need to push, and I told Anne. It was surprisingly soon. Like maybe 15 minutes after we got there. In her bitchiest voice, she said, "well, you're going to have to get in the bed if you want me to check you." I think she was pissed that I did not have an epidural, and that I was not in the bed, because she treated me like crap. I got in the bed, and she checked me again. I think at that point she said I was 7cm dilated. I think they had already called the doctor at that point. I sure as hell hope they had, 'cause it gets ugly at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got back out of the bed to try to get those last 3cm. And sure enough, I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; felt like I needed to push. I waited a few minutes, and then I told Anne about it. She said (annoyed) that it had not even been ten minutes since she had checked me last. She wanted to wait a little longer. Here is where it gets a little fuzzy. I know that from that point on, I was not checked again until the doctor came in. But, somehow, I wound up in the bed again. I think I had to get in bed, because if I stood up any longer, I was going to have the baby right then. So I lay on my side, holding onto the rail for dear life and staring at Joe while trying to breathe through the contractions. Anne was &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; uninvolved. She just stood back watching us, and she would say, just keep puffing through those. Joe says that we carried on like this for 45 minutes, waiting for the doctor to get there. My abdomen was convulsing from me trying not to push. But you can't really keep from pushing at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the doctor walked in. Everything was all set up except that they had to lower the table. It was Dr. Paul, who is not my regular OB, but I thought she was just fine. When I put my legs in the stirrups, the baby's head was already right there. I pushed twice, and after that Dr. Paul did an episiotomy. It was a little weird, because all I saw was this huge syringe sticking in my crotch, and I could tell when she cut my flesh, although it didn't hurt. Joe said he couldn't watch. Obviously, there was no discussion about this, because there was no time. Anyway, it was a very minor episiotomy. On the third push the head was out, and then came the rest of the body. The first thing the doctor said was, "he's huge".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, he was huge. 9lbs 13oz huge. The women in my family tend to have big babies, but I guess I thought that with Evelyn's 7lb 11oz birth weight, that I had escaped this trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here is the last thing. You would think that since Anne had decided to be so indifferent to my pain during the entire labor, that she would just leave me the hell alone. But, no. She has to help clean me off after I get sewn up. We go in the bathroom so I can try to pee pee. She takes this washcloth, and started to SCRUB my hindquarters with it. Not gently blot, being sensitive to the fact that I had just given birth. I do one of those hissing inhales, like when something really hurts, and I asked her, "can I do that instead?" She said, "If you want to", like I was crazy or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe was born at 12:45am, so the whole thing was pretty quick. I am grateful that I have short labors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about it. All in all, a pretty smooth labor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-115039152962272838?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/115039152962272838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=115039152962272838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/115039152962272838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/115039152962272838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2006/06/gabriels-arrival.html' title='Gabriel&apos;s arrival'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-114789149044433659</id><published>2006-05-17T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:54:48.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my due date.  Every night I have enough contractions to keep me up for about 2 hours, then I wake up in the morning, still pregnant.  Every night, I think I am going to go into labor.  You would think I would have learned by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they say you can't stay pregnant forever, but I am not so sure I am buying it.  I have an appointment tomorrow with my doctor, and I know she is going to want me to schedule an induction.  I really don't want to have that conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the anticipation is killing me.  I just get so depressed with each day that passes without a birth.  And I don't feel like it is going to happen today, either.  I don't feel all crampy or contraction-y or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I won't miss Lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-114789149044433659?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/114789149044433659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=114789149044433659' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/114789149044433659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/114789149044433659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2006/05/tomorrow-is-my-due-date.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-114656892869988087</id><published>2006-05-02T06:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:54:48.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1104/1626/1600/IMG_0359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1104/1626/320/IMG_0359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me on my last day of work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since my last post. I have been frantically preparing for the new baby. Fourteen days to go until my due date. I am sooooo ready. I never thought I would feel that way. Last time, I wasn't ready to have the baby even when we were en route to the hospital. This time, I can't believe how everything hurts. Last pregnancy I accidentally ripped our back gate off its hinges trying to catch a dumpster thief when I was at about the same stage of pregnancy. I can't really see myself doing that this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the most notable thing that has happened since my last post is that our neighbor caught our fence on fire from a cigarette butt. We call our neighbors "the Ozborne's". As in Ozzy Ozborne. Not because that is their real name, but because they are pretty bad neighbors. They have 3 scotty dogs. They are the yippiest, and our neighbors let them out at the worst times. Like 11pm and 6:30am (on Sunday morning). Amazingly, Barb and Liz (the Ozbornes) actually have the gall to complain about how other neighborhood dogs behave. Anyway, Barb's twenty-something year old daughter is a smoker and is always throwing her cigarette butts over the fence into our yard! It is truly amazing. So, I guess it was only a matter of time before our fence caught on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I changed my mind about the most notable thing. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially unemployed!!!!! So now, I just work my ass off at home with no pay, sick time, etc. But that's ok. That's how we want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day was April 27th. Chief and I may miss the paycheck a little bit, but that is it. I don't regret it in the least, and thankfully, neither does Joe. I don't know what I would do if I was made to feel guilty by my husband for not working. I am so thankful that we are in complete agreement on this. Anyway, this change makes so many things in our life so much less complicated. I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-114656892869988087?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/114656892869988087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=114656892869988087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/114656892869988087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/114656892869988087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-me-on-my-last-day-of-work.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-114484439984357679</id><published>2006-04-12T07:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:54:48.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my little monkey</title><content type='html'>This is a post that I wrote on April 12......and then forgot to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn climbed out of her crib during her nap yesterday, twice. Needless to say, she did not actually nap. Anyway, I have often wondered what it will be like when she first climbs out of the crib. Basically, there was a big "thud", then screaming. I attribute all of this to her new found skills on the playground and in gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all of that, we had to go to our attorney's office to sign a bunch of papers. And, of course, we had to take Evelyn with us. It always seems like she decides to skip her nap on the days that I have a doctor's appointment, or something else like that.  We are keeping her in the crib, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-114484439984357679?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/114484439984357679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=114484439984357679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/114484439984357679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/114484439984357679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-little-monkey.html' title='my little monkey'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-114383543790597607</id><published>2006-03-31T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:54:48.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Evelyn is Two today!!!</title><content type='html'>Two years ago, I gave birth to the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on, Evelyn.  Other people may have ugly newborns, but not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can she be two years old?  Today, she can have all the strawberries she can eat.  Especially since she has not had them for days because she had the flu this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn makes me look great, with only rare exceptions.  I say that not because I am obsessed with myself, but rather to demonstrate how fortunate we are to have her.  It is not because I am some kind of super-parent.  I feel like I am just making it up as I go.  Today, we went to the doctor for her two year checkup.  Here is where she stands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ht  34inches.  (70th percentile)&lt;br /&gt;Wt. 27.5 (65th percentile--she is normally closer to 30lbs, but, again, the flu)&lt;br /&gt;Head size  I guess I missed this measurement, but I know it was in the 75th percentile (not counting hair volume).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pediatrician adores Evelyn because her mom has the same name.  When Evelyn was born, she was not taking new patients, but she took us anyway because of Evelyn's name.  She said she thought it was a sign from God because her mother had just passed away the previous week.  We love Dr. Anne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn, you are the best of everything, all rolled into a cute little package.  I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-114383543790597607?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/114383543790597607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=114383543790597607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/114383543790597607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/114383543790597607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2006/03/evelyn-is-two-today.html' title='Evelyn is Two today!!!'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-114355549150182225</id><published>2006-03-28T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:54:48.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March Malaise</title><content type='html'>The past week here at the Aebi household has been a living hell. First, Evelyn gets the flu, and then I get it. This was Evelyn's first major vomitting experience, and it was terrible. She would not lean over the pan we had for her. She just wanted to hug me, so it was pretty messy.  That was Saturday morning.  Then, Monday morning I got it.  Then Wednesday, Joe got it.  My sister, Suzanne, came to take care of me on Monday so that Joe could go to work, and guess what?  She came down with it, too.  Last word was that her husband, James, does not yet have it.  Keep your fingers crossed, 'cause this one is a bitch to avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this came right on the heels of the three of us getting over a cold.  It is all I can do to keep myself from cussing a blue streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fourth time that Joe has been sick in the month of March.  As you can imagine, we are not sad to see March go.  March gets a great big middle finger from the Aebi's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the first day this week that I have not had to launder something with either vomit or diarrhea on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-114355549150182225?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/114355549150182225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=114355549150182225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/114355549150182225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/114355549150182225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2006/03/march-malaise.html' title='March Malaise'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-114304700946091466</id><published>2006-03-22T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:54:47.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poop Post</title><content type='html'>For all of you who have been as worried as I have been about Evelyn's constipation, I think the Milk of Magnesia worked it's magic overnight. Evelyn had a very normal poop this morning. It was just like old times. I had no idea how much I would worry about baby poop. I am just hoping we will continue on this trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I got poop on Karen's bath mat last night at kinship. Not my own poop, but some baby poop. Karen seemed to take it all in stride, but I think the childcare situation may have totally scared the new couple. I hope they come back. We are really not incompetent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last part is not about poop. Last night, I had nursery duty. Jaime and I were totally awed by the way the boys are so wild. Simon asked Jaime and me if we would wrestle him. I told him I didn't want to hurt him. He didn't buy it. The rest of their time was spent wrestling with each other over a couple of brooms. I guess boys don't see brooms as something to sweep with. I have a lot to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-114304700946091466?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/114304700946091466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=114304700946091466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/114304700946091466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/114304700946091466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2006/03/poop-post.html' title='The Poop Post'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-114263422029325881</id><published>2006-03-17T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:54:47.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I was working in the room that will soon be Evelyn's, and she did the cutest thing.  She walks over to me, says "kiss", so I give her a kiss.  She then says "see ya" and walks out of the room and shuts the door behind her.  I have never seen her go through this game before.  Of course, she immediately started crying when she realized she could not get back into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I gave Evelyn a dose of cough medicine.  She has always been very good about taking medication, but today she said "yummy".  I am so lucky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-114263422029325881?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/114263422029325881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=114263422029325881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/114263422029325881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/114263422029325881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-i-was-working-in-room-that-will.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-114244133171622187</id><published>2006-03-15T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:54:47.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy cute</title><content type='html'>I just put Evelyn down for a nap.  That kid is so sweet.  She was touching my hair and face and saying "mommy cute".  It is hard to believe that she is already to the age when she refuses to kiss me.  How did that happen?  Seriously, you gotta kiss 'em while you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn had her first taste of apple pie today.  It went like this.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;Mommy&lt;/strong&gt;: You want some apple pie?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;Evelyn&lt;/strong&gt;: No. (very whiney tone)&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;Mommy&lt;/strong&gt;: Its like cookies.&lt;br /&gt;                      Evelyn reluctantly tries some apple pie, then makes a face like I just poisoned her.  This is her response to all new foods. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;Evelyn&lt;/strong&gt;:  More.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-114244133171622187?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/114244133171622187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=114244133171622187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/114244133171622187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/114244133171622187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2006/03/mommy-cute.html' title='Mommy cute'/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-114236416958481061</id><published>2006-03-14T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:54:47.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is so much fun to watch Evelyn with other children. She is so socially cautious around kids she doesn't know.  At storytime yesterday, the kids were playing with balls. Evelyn was standing with a ball in her hands when this little boy came up to her. He had a ball, too, and he kept hitting her ball with it and making some noise. Evelyn just looked at him, very stunned. She was so perplexed by what he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I find interesting about Evelyn is that she NEVER cries when I leave her in childcare.  Even when she does not know another soul in the room.  I drop her off, and she takes off and doesn't look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, these characteristics seem contradictory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-114236416958481061?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/114236416958481061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=114236416958481061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/114236416958481061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/114236416958481061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-is-so-much-fun-to-watch-evelyn-with.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-114227130378929935</id><published>2006-03-13T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:54:47.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1104/1626/1600/IMG_0225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1104/1626/320/IMG_0225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically, I am not so good at faithful blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn is now almost two years old. I think we are going to go to toddler storytime at the library today. She loves to play ring around the rosey. She calls it ashes. Its super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe had the flu last week. The fever was remarkable. It lasted almost exactly 48 hours (the fever) and tylenol and motrin hardly touched it. He was off work Wednesday through Friday and missed his trip to Milwaukee because of it. It was nice to have him at home so much, in spite of the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made some great progress on Evelyn's new room this weekend (with the help of Dwight and Julie). We got the last of the wallpaper scraped off the walls, and the glue washed off. Now we just have spackling and painting to do. I really want to get Evelyn moved in there soon so that she can have plenty of time to adjust to her new room before the baby comes. I know she will do great with all the transitions, but I just want to make it as easy on her as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-114227130378929935?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/114227130378929935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=114227130378929935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/114227130378929935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/114227130378929935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-basically-i-am-not-so-good-at.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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-16980179.post-112829241437249765</id><published>2005-10-02T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:54:47.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1104/1626/1600/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1104/1626/320/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first post on my first blog ever. Frankly, I don't really know what to say. But here goes. One of my primary goals is to chronicle the events of my child growing up. It goes by so quickly, and I am so bad at filling in the baby book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daugter, Evelyn, is about 18 months old. Its such a cute age. We have recently begun seeing our first temper tantrums from her. Today, she had chocolate ice cream for the first time. She prefers vanilla. Tomorrow, I am re-starting my periodic all-out-war-on-baby-whining-etc program. It works pretty well, but it makes for one or two really hellish days. Last time I did it (which was the first time) the change in her behavior was dramatic. Evelyn is a really great little girl. She is funny and sweet, and generally makes Joe and me look like terrific parents. I am not sure how long that last part will last, but we will go with it as long as we can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980179-112829241437249765?l=thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112829241437249765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980179&amp;postID=112829241437249765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/112829241437249765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980179/posts/default/112829241437249765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepeoplepeople.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-first-post-on-my-first-blog-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica aebi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10069008909534399805</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></feed>
