<?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-6961742817336963138</id><updated>2011-11-02T08:52:04.985-07:00</updated><category term='emotion...patience'/><category term='Limits anyone?'/><title type='text'>Life in the Burbs...where ever that is?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961742817336963138.post-1339595347444710567</id><published>2011-11-02T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:52:05.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Chores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jDmfw-EXZeM/TrFmSEmmNEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/sLm-rjd903k/s1600/laundry.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jDmfw-EXZeM/TrFmSEmmNEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/sLm-rjd903k/s200/laundry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670425866495472706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My laundry rm after ignoring it for 3 days...sigh...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my pet peeves is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early each morning, my oldest goes into the laundry room and opens the dryer. She digs, pulls, and sometimes she finds what she's looking for...sometimes. During this moment, I'm usually in the kitchen trying not to watch her while I make coffee and pack lunches. Little by little, my blood starts to boil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the conversation goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "What are you looking for, M?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oldest: "Nothing, just checking to see what's in there."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Didn't you lay out your clothes last night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oldest: "Yes, but I was just looking."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me getting annoyed, " What exactly do you need?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oldest with a pathetic look as if she only has rags in her closet: "Well, I was hoping you'd washed ________________(fill in the blank) last night."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get it. Girls are choosy, picky and we change our minds often. I do it all of the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I admit I get behind in our laundry easily. We are a family of five and somehow we must wear four outfits a day because I can't keep up. But, what gets me is the amount of clothes that cover my oldest's bedroom floor. It's like lumpy carpeting with various colors and textures. The sad thing is...I make her pick up her room several times a week. I just don't know HOW IT GETS SO MESSY SO FAST! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, I've made it easy for my kids and husband. We have a main laundry basket in the hallway for the kids and one in our room of the adults. It's not hard to place dirty clothes in a basket that is conveniently located two to three feet from your bed, right? WRONG. Apparently it causes debilitating pain to walk the clothes to the basket and memory loss because no one remembers to put their clothes in it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this morning, my oldest needed a hoodie. After her ritual dig in the dryer she declared, "Mom, I don't have any clean." I told her I was behind on laundry bc of Halloween and I will tackled it today. "You must have something you can wear, M," I said. She returned minutes later in a light blue hoodie with no problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went up to her room this morning. I found THREE hoodies on her bedroom floor. They were TWO feet away from the dirty clothes basket. Go figure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SLSK&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961742817336963138-1339595347444710567?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/1339595347444710567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=1339595347444710567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/1339595347444710567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/1339595347444710567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2011/11/evil-chores.html' title='Evil Chores'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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/-jDmfw-EXZeM/TrFmSEmmNEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/sLm-rjd903k/s72-c/laundry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961742817336963138.post-2821469078869940135</id><published>2011-11-01T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T12:28:44.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo! I See You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-62Ph9poFDAc/TrBC__649RI/AAAAAAAAAI4/jxS_X3Ov8v8/s1600/IMG_1358.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-62Ph9poFDAc/TrBC__649RI/AAAAAAAAAI4/jxS_X3Ov8v8/s200/IMG_1358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670105598117082386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Neighborhood Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwWZibfoyDA/TrBC_cBushI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Yc2RDUb00jY/s1600/IMG_1355.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwWZibfoyDA/TrBC_cBushI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Yc2RDUb00jY/s200/IMG_1355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670105588482093586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mario, Little Gypsy and Mama Kitty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-eWKGdJvsU/TrBC-zXyUHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/X70S6WZobv0/s1600/IMG_1354.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-eWKGdJvsU/TrBC-zXyUHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/X70S6WZobv0/s200/IMG_1354.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670105577568751730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Drac U. La&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d4mCw9hIFzc/TrBC-H1v5RI/AAAAAAAAAIU/R34YRZybsRg/s1600/IMG_1331.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d4mCw9hIFzc/TrBC-H1v5RI/AAAAAAAAAIU/R34YRZybsRg/s200/IMG_1331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670105565883262226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pudding spider - yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tk73oP1vnR0/TrBC-LDuZmI/AAAAAAAAAII/iMoxty4GHyg/s1600/IMG_1323.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tk73oP1vnR0/TrBC-LDuZmI/AAAAAAAAAII/iMoxty4GHyg/s200/IMG_1323.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670105566747190882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Trio at Trunk-o-Treat&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a &lt;i&gt;SPOOKTACULAR&lt;/i&gt; October. Our first event was Trunk-o-Treat at our church. A super safe, fun place to haul in some major candy. The kids met up with friends and we enjoyed a warm evening complete with pizza and a d.j. They were in heaven ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had a fun evening with neighborhood friends on the 31st. Bonfires, music, hayrides...it was a blast! But...I'm voting for a permanent move to celebrate Halloween on the closest Saturday. Monday nights are torture and now I have to wait 5 more years until another Saturday night. (Oh there might me a leap year in there too.) Just give a Mom a break. School nights are exhausting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, the oldest was able to venture out with friends for the first time. She had a good time with wonderful girls. We weighed her bag of candy and it totaled 15 POUNDS! I need to buy a safe with a combo I don't know. My waist doesn't need any encouragement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SLSK&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961742817336963138-2821469078869940135?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/2821469078869940135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=2821469078869940135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/2821469078869940135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/2821469078869940135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2011/11/boo-i-see-you.html' title='Boo! I See You...'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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/-62Ph9poFDAc/TrBC__649RI/AAAAAAAAAI4/jxS_X3Ov8v8/s72-c/IMG_1358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961742817336963138.post-6667308275238739617</id><published>2011-11-01T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T12:34:40.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Football Weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D1UmSjkQ84s/TrA6mDVPK2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/VEOrERpENKA/s1600/IMG_1312.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D1UmSjkQ84s/TrA6mDVPK2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/VEOrERpENKA/s200/IMG_1312.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670096356263275362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OAlK3buDdck/TrA6l4JMgwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WEZJ5h8OU4c/s1600/IMG_1314.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OAlK3buDdck/TrA6l4JMgwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WEZJ5h8OU4c/s200/IMG_1314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670096353259979522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our family loves football. Playing it, watching it, anticipating it. Here are a few pics of our latest football adventure. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G just finished another season of flag football through the YMCA (come on, sing it with me). We choose to keep him out of pads this year. We're kind of fond of his growth plates still functioning. Nothing against pads. He will get there...eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, we had visitors from up North. Family weekends are so important to us. Nothing but sunshine and a pigskin to make us smile ;-) Oh yeah...and great food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rmKfxfXd7PA/TrA6ll3rekI/AAAAAAAAAHg/aMqgNrluiXY/s1600/IMG_1311.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rmKfxfXd7PA/TrA6ll3rekI/AAAAAAAAAHg/aMqgNrluiXY/s200/IMG_1311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670096348354673218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vppZoS5yG-4/TrA6kyIaVZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/d1ZfGgmY3-s/s1600/IMG_1310.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vppZoS5yG-4/TrA6kyIaVZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/d1ZfGgmY3-s/s200/IMG_1310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670096334466209170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-egBks_WalUQ/TrA6kpf2cyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uWth5x4Oda8/s1600/IMG_1318.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-egBks_WalUQ/TrA6kpf2cyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uWth5x4Oda8/s200/IMG_1318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670096332148601634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961742817336963138-6667308275238739617?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/6667308275238739617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=6667308275238739617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/6667308275238739617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/6667308275238739617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2011/11/family-football-weekend.html' title='Family Football Weekends'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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/-D1UmSjkQ84s/TrA6mDVPK2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/VEOrERpENKA/s72-c/IMG_1312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961742817336963138.post-5252031801074654021</id><published>2011-10-31T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T08:23:42.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-inspiried...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ExomGQMNxoE/Tq63RwyncwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/tjBKez5pg8k/s1600/IMG_1287.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ExomGQMNxoE/Tq63RwyncwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/tjBKez5pg8k/s320/IMG_1287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669670496688894722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I found my blogger page again. With a little digging and reseting a password I've decided to dust off my keyboard and try this again...blogging that is...;-)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fd86oOgB8jE/Tq61Ig_8HfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VUvWxy66s7Y/s1600/IMG_1287.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked away from blogging because I found that Facebook became my way of communicating with my family and friends. Why double-up? Why waste more time? I'm a big FB fan! It was a great way to be in everyone's business without actually trying. I'm always shocked at how much drama unfolds there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Going back to my last post and trying to catch up on EVERY detail is a little daunting. So, let's keep it simple with a list...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt; We moved...into a new rental home. 45 days after we moved in we sold our MN home.  Much to the dismay of our pocketbooks, but sold nonetheless. I never imagined we would be "renting" 10 yrs into our marriage, but I've learned a lot with the recession and the dip in the housing market. Have patience, be humble and move past other's judgements. And believe me...we've been judged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. We started the Financial Peace University program through Dave Ramsey. I must say...it has been a HUGE success. With a lot of hard work and a few set backs we can see the light at the end of the "debt-free" tunnel. More on this story in the days ahead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. My Dad got MARRIED! Yep, he's crazy enough to fall in love twice. His wife (my stepmom) Dian is a wonderful lady and truly compliments him where he is in his life today. We were ALL in the wedding and I will post pics later. Let's just say that spanx can be a girls best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. We've done a lot of car-trips with the kids. It's so much easier without diaper bags, pack-n-plays, bottles, etc. It's fun to discover new places in our country together. We are slowly expanding our travel circumference. My butt gets numb after about 15 hours and I'm not going to sell my body to Playboy or a TSA agent anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The kids are in school full time now...YES ALL THREE ;) Even with the kids gone from 8:30 - 4:00 I find my days are crammed full. It's a new season of parenting for me, but darn it...I like it. Who knew running a household with three busy kids, a traveling hubby and a few volunteer positions would make me so tired? But, hey...I'm grateful ;) Coffee = GOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This list is rather short, but honestly I looked at the clock and realized that I'm already behind today. C-ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SLSK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Confession: I've returned to blogging because the new layout of Facebook is too annoying to manage. And I like to write more than just a "status update" occasionally.&lt;/i&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/6961742817336963138-5252031801074654021?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/5252031801074654021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=5252031801074654021' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/5252031801074654021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/5252031801074654021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2011/10/re-inspiried.html' title='Re-inspiried...'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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/-ExomGQMNxoE/Tq63RwyncwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/tjBKez5pg8k/s72-c/IMG_1287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961742817336963138.post-7595302864088374456</id><published>2009-02-23T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:21:56.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to think about...</title><content type='html'>Ponder this...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you spent a MILLION dollars A DAY from Christ's birth until today you would have spent 733, 285, 000, 000. That is billions folks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The government stimulus bill that just passed was 787, 000, 000, 000. So, do the math. I will wait. Let it sink in. And...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...a whopping 13.00 a week goes into your pocket! The is a whole 52.00 a month! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what are you going to "spend" your extra cash on??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our household, that won't even make a dent. I won't be spending it on new clothes, tv's, or eating out. I will be spending it on bills. That is it. With three kids, student loans, a house STILL for sale two states away (which is under valued for our current mortgage) and food to put on the table my basics are all that matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SLSK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961742817336963138-7595302864088374456?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/7595302864088374456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=7595302864088374456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/7595302864088374456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/7595302864088374456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about...'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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-6961742817336963138.post-7325621882731697636</id><published>2009-02-15T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:07:56.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids are funny!</title><content type='html'>Man, oh man I love my children as they grow they are getting funnier and funnier...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3yr old to the 8yr old, "You're a rock star and I'm a rock star. Let me rock your world!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3yr old and her hair, "Mom, my hair is all crazy! Fix it? I can't see anything!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 5yr old eating ice cream, "I don't have a brain freeze. I have an eyeball freeze!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 5yr old giving me a compliment, "Mom, you look pretty today. I like your underwear."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3yr old on potty training, "Good-bye poopie! See you tomorrow!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 5yr old beating Grandpa on a video game, "Pa, you're not very good. We have to find something easier for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 8yr old after listening to music with her Dad, "Was that Salt with a little bit of Peppa?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3yr old standing at the door ready to leave, "Let's roll Mom!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3yr old crying in her car seat, "I want to go to church to see all of the animals! Not to be quiet!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3yr old at the McD's drive-thru, "E, do you want a hot fudge sundae?" "Yes Mama. I want a hot dodge fun day!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, this looks a little "3yr old" heavy, but I swear I can laugh several times a day at the clever and cute phrases from all of my children. There are more to come, but today the 3yr old happens to be in the funny zone...;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SLSK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961742817336963138-7325621882731697636?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/7325621882731697636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=7325621882731697636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/7325621882731697636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/7325621882731697636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2009/02/kids-are-funny.html' title='Kids are funny!'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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-6961742817336963138.post-3680447289650215589</id><published>2009-02-15T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:53:47.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been missing in action...for a long, long time...</title><content type='html'>So you're wondering, "where the heck is she?" Well, I don't have a good excuse. Other than I've been busy and trying to keep up with life. However, I must admit I found a new "online obsession"...FACEBOOK!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My, oh my...I'm addicted. Seriously, I've been a very bad girl. I log on several times a day to check on the "status" of others, add pics, update my "wall" and other things. However, I've really enjoyed finding old college and high school classmates. It is so fun to reconnect with them and see where life has taken them...careers, marriages, children, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, during my hiatus I've come to realize that I miss my pathetic blog. I hope to update it more frequently and really trying writing something of substance. (We'll see...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://EE4E45C6-B083-482B-B4DD-5B6171C0CF64/File-Facebook.svg.png" alt="File-Facebook.svg.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SLSK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961742817336963138-3680447289650215589?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/3680447289650215589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=3680447289650215589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/3680447289650215589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/3680447289650215589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-been-missing-in-actionfor-long-long.html' title='I&apos;ve been missing in action...for a long, long time...'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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-6961742817336963138.post-7921608410608642953</id><published>2008-11-14T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:30:39.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Traditions</title><content type='html'>Most families have traditions. Some are as old as dirt and some are new. When Big E and I married 9 years ago we (like many other married folk) had to merge or create traditions. Now, some came much easier than others, but nonetheless traditions emerged. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fond memory for both of us was watching the Wizard of Oz on t.v. I remember huddled on the couch in our jammies enjoying the movie while being scared of the Wicked Witch of the West. Big E's family not only watched the movie as a family, but enjoyed popcorn and homemade milk shakes too! Yummy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, tonight as the movie aired we enjoyed our kids and popped some popcorn in memory of our childhood. We have done this in the past with our growing brood and enjoy it annually! Although, we didn't make it to the milkshakes this time around, but Big E and I enjoyed some adult beverages while watching the kids act out the scenes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So cheers to the Wizard of Oz and long live traditions!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SLSK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961742817336963138-7921608410608642953?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/7921608410608642953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=7921608410608642953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/7921608410608642953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/7921608410608642953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-traditions.html' title='Family Traditions'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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-6961742817336963138.post-3864358686589315252</id><published>2008-11-13T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:06:49.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The smell of brownies...</title><content type='html'>Each of us has a favorite dessert in our family. I am sure your family does too! I would have to say that I have a few, but then does that really surprise you? Probably not...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M loves chocolate chip cheesecake and homemade chocolate chip cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G is a fan of straight up Hershey's chocolate bars (a very picky eater even when it comes to desserts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E loves anything that is sweet from suckers to cookies. Today she asked me to make her a pie. Does a two year old know really anything about pie? I guess she does...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big E loves key lime pie and creme brulee although he isn't a huge sweets guy either. It must run in the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love dutch apple pie and my mom's recipe for lemon bars. They seriously melt in your mouth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when I am not in my "Martha Stewart Mood" I find that a good ole box of brownies does the trick any day of the week. The kids and I put some together tonight and I am enjoying the fragrant smell as I type. I guarantee that the entire pan will be gone by Saturday! Yummy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961742817336963138-3864358686589315252?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/3864358686589315252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=3864358686589315252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/3864358686589315252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/3864358686589315252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2008/11/smell-of-brownies.html' title='The smell of brownies...'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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-6961742817336963138.post-1928807969630044008</id><published>2008-11-10T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T07:19:01.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SRhPlM4j76I/AAAAAAAAAE0/m4_4SLmybyA/s1600-h/100_1610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SRhPlM4j76I/AAAAAAAAAE0/m4_4SLmybyA/s200/100_1610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267047264742010786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Big E and M carving pumpkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SRhPkuU0hxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Z0_GxP1RAc4/s1600-h/100_1606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SRhPkuU0hxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Z0_GxP1RAc4/s200/100_1606.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267047256539039506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Little E and G with their pumpkins...no carving for these little guys ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SRhPkPZp5ZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Yy5eQnPLPdY/s1600-h/100_1618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SRhPkPZp5ZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Yy5eQnPLPdY/s200/100_1618.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267047248237815186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The three amigos before the candy extravaganza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I thought I should post my Halloween pics before Thanksgiving is here and gone! We had a great evening! It was a very mild night and the kids didn't have to hide their costumes with heavy coats and gloves. A bonus for being farther south this year. I was walking around the neighborhood in flip flips and capri pants. I know this won't happen every year. I realize that I am still in the Midwest. However, this brings a smile to my face knowing our first trick-o-treat experience in MN was a balmy 26 degrees. Big E and M only made it to three or four doors that year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, the kids made a great haul in the candy department. We were able to connect with neighbors and have some great laughs. Little E was a trooper and old enough to enjoy the evening without having to be trapped in a wagon or stroller (yeah for the parents too). Just another milestone that will make a great memory in this wonderful thing called life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SLSK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961742817336963138-1928807969630044008?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/1928807969630044008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=1928807969630044008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/1928807969630044008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/1928807969630044008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SRhPlM4j76I/AAAAAAAAAE0/m4_4SLmybyA/s72-c/100_1610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961742817336963138.post-8864405327466805611</id><published>2008-11-10T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T07:44:40.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 4:30 am and I cannot sleep!</title><content type='html'>Are you kidding me??? This hardly happens to me!!! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' can't sleep. Now this happens to my hubby a lot. He is a light sleeper and if he is awoken during the night it so hard for him to find that deep sleep again. I always relish in the fact that I fall asleep quickly and stay asleep until my alarms (three kiddos) wake me from my slumber.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I have too many things rolling through my mind tonight. My Mom always advised me to keep a notebook by my bed and write things down as they came up. So here is my list tonight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I am worried about G and his behavior lately. He isn't listening well. He is trying to "buck my authority" more and more. He has discovered telling "half-truths" when he gets into trouble, etc. Now, mind you this is not the first time we've done this. He's tested my patience many, many times before. Each developmental stages brings new challenges with him. Don't get me wrong, he is a tender hearted child. I know he is testing me to see where the "line" is drawn. We've got a discipline system in place. It seems I need to tweak it a bit. Plus we haven't had a lot of mommy-son time together lately. I'll have to work hard at playing/reading with him more this week. Let's see if that helps too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I've been thinking about my sister's safety lately too. She is a young, pretty single gal in Chicago. She is living in a safe neighborhood, but I still think of the vulnerable moments that cross our paths everyday we don't realize. I cringe at the thought of someone harming her. She is a smart chic, but there are some sick tickets out in the world today. I'll call her in the morning. Encourage her to take a self defense class and pray for her (as always). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I am already pondering Christmas shopping and managing the list and budget. It doesn't help that with every cartoon there are hundreds of commercials that feed into my children's psyche regarding "buy me now"! So, I started a list, but I really need to crack down because the smaller budget will play a big role in who gets what. Plus, E and I both want to work hard at keeping Jesus at the center of our Christmas celebration. It is our family goal every year. We've come up with some good ideas so far!!! Now that the kids are older I think it will be fun to do a little community service work through our church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I hate how chubby I am! My jeans are too tight. I cannot afford a gym membership. We don't have any exercise equipment in our home and the budget doesn't offer any room for a purchase soon. I can manage my food in portions, but hate to diet. I just eat more. So, I need to record some exercise shows and working out during nap time, take walks/jogs when I can, and realize that it is going to be a slow road ahead. My kids are too old/heavy for strollers, my hubby travels making my schedule different each week and I can always find too many excuses to do it...that is the real truth. Note to self...get over it and suck it up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. It is now 5:30 am. I am going to need a nap today. My hubby is traveling for the next 4 days so my energy counts. I need to try to sleep another hour and realize that life is pretty good with a roof over my head, food in the pantry and clothes to wear (even if they are too tight) ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just in time...my battery is going to die! Night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SLSK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961742817336963138-8864405327466805611?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/8864405327466805611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=8864405327466805611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/8864405327466805611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/8864405327466805611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-430-am-and-i-cannot-sleep.html' title='It&apos;s 4:30 am and I cannot sleep!'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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-6961742817336963138.post-4778288028067269257</id><published>2008-11-09T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T06:54:07.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>book club/goodreads.com</title><content type='html'>As my kids are maturing I have rediscovered an old hobby...reading. Now, I am serious this is just a new thing for me (again). We're talking since August. It all started with a neighborhood friend asking me to join a small book club. I was hesitant because I didn't want to commit to something that would be too time consuming, conflict with our evening schedule and on and on. But after listening to the ground rules and knowing a few members in the group were also mothers with young kids I decided it could work out well for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The details are simple:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. No more than 400 pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Must be something that is thought provoking, something that will warrant good discussion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Must be something that no one in the group as read before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are on our 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; book and did I say that I am LOVING IT!?!! The whole concept is great! I am reading books that I'd never choose on my own (which is a great challenge). I am getting out of the house for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;guaranteed&lt;/span&gt; evening a month. (Seriously, I am not trapped, but I my schedule is more kid-centered than grown-up centered.) And did I tell you I still have a brain up there??? Man, it is so nice to reconnect with the brain cells that have been dormant for 8 years of babyhood. Plus, some of these books provide interesting topics to start a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dialogue&lt;/span&gt; with my hubby. Other than the other fun things we get to talk about daily such as bills, schedules, family issues and of course...football ;-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting involved in a book club is a small step, but a great investment in my "self". It is also encouraging my oldest to spend her spare time reading books. (Monkey see, monkey do.) I am grateful for my new/old hobby. Three cheers for book club!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, my "hip sister" provided me with another bonus during this new adventure. It is a website (another social network) that is geared towards books. It is a great way to keep track of your reads, post ratings, give recommendations and see what your friends are reading. So check out &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/"&gt;www.goodreads.com&lt;/a&gt;. If you're a reader this is a cool site to discover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SLSK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961742817336963138-4778288028067269257?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/4778288028067269257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=4778288028067269257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/4778288028067269257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/4778288028067269257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2008/11/book-clubgoodreadscom.html' title='book club/goodreads.com'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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-6961742817336963138.post-8417810217236663730</id><published>2008-10-14T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:03:29.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our visit to the City Museum's World Aquarium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SPT6D3TgwYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RuF0N3iQIwE/s1600-h/100_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SPT6D3TgwYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RuF0N3iQIwE/s200/100_1522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257101609340551554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;G interacting with the Doctor Fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SPT6EB6q_EI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9MO-k3oHfxU/s1600-h/100_1531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SPT6EB6q_EI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9MO-k3oHfxU/s200/100_1531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257101612189154370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;E and M standing in the tank surrounded by sting rays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SPT6EHVguFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/u3KLPV2Wo0w/s1600-h/100_1536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SPT6EHVguFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/u3KLPV2Wo0w/s200/100_1536.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257101613643905106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;M, G and E standing in front of the Old Court House with the Arch in the background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined a local moms group upon my arrival to St. Charles called Mom N Me. During our cycle break last week they scheduled a tour for us at the &lt;a href="http://www.citymuseum.org/"&gt;City Museum&lt;/a&gt; in their World Aquarium. It was a private tour for our group which rocked! We had a great time and enjoyed seeing all kinds of animals. We saw sting rays, turtles, fish of all kinds, boa constrictors, otters, alligators, and played in their tunnel systems. The kids had a great time and so did I. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our tour some of our group grabbed lunch and we ate at &lt;a href="http://stlouis.missouri.org/citygov/parks/parks_div/kienerplaza.htm"&gt;Kiener Plaza&lt;/a&gt;. The plaza is an outdoor area complete with fountains, amphitheater and a great view of the Arch! All in all it was a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961742817336963138-8417810217236663730?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/8417810217236663730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=8417810217236663730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/8417810217236663730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/8417810217236663730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-visit-to-city-museums-world.html' title='Our visit to the City Museum&apos;s World Aquarium'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SPT6D3TgwYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RuF0N3iQIwE/s72-c/100_1522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961742817336963138.post-8250670567151749010</id><published>2008-10-09T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:05:11.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta get back in the game...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SO7QrQUkC7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/tyReAiNsUak/s1600-h/100_1514.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SO7QrQUkC7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/tyReAiNsUak/s200/100_1514.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255367256722115506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Our family with Uncle Tim and Aunt Jan on their boat Full Circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SO7QrdLo8XI/AAAAAAAAAEE/l1yA3iIQHBM/s1600-h/100_1512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SO7QrdLo8XI/AAAAAAAAAEE/l1yA3iIQHBM/s200/100_1512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255367260174348658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Our car on the Grafton, IL ferry boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been absent from my own blog lately. Where, you ask? Well, it's call three kids and cycle break. As you've read, the kids are in a great year-around school system. I like the balance it is bringing to my life, my children's and their teachers. I am seeing how concentrated their class time is while they are "in-session" and what a unique opportunity I have with the kids during their time off. It is kind of like a mini-home schooling opportunity for me ;-) (Something I admire some of my classy mom friends for conquering.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What have we been up to you ask? Some things are simple pleasures such as park play dates, picnics, riding bikes in the cul-de-sac, going to the library, etc. Others have been a little more involved such as The City Museum, Chuck E. Cheese (yes, I caved), historical St. Charles, and even an adventure on a ferry boat to Grafton, IL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am proud of two accomplishments I started during this three week hiatus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I am teaching G to read and he LOVES it! It was suggested to us ages ago to utilize the Bob Books. I sucked it up and bought the series. I was shocked at how easy and fun the books can be for both of us. M has been helping him too (a little teacher in the making). We just started, but I am proud of him. (He read two books to his Aunt during a video chat!) My motivation came from his status for next year. He will be one of the oldest children in his kindergarten class because of the cut-off date. Any advantage I can give him will be worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I embarked on a teaching adventure myself. I am using Eric's aunt and uncle's boat trip to teach the kiddos (and myself) a little geography, history, currents events, etc. They have embarked on a journey called The Great Loop. By boat they will circle the eastern portion of the US starting from their home in WI, cruising through America's heartland, making their way around FL up the eastern seaboard and then home again via the Great Lakes. It will take them approximately two years. With this is mind I hope to create a monthly lesson referencing the places they have traveled. We were fortunate enough to catch them just three weeks into their journey as they passed by St. Louis. Hence the ferry boat ride to Grafton, IL last week! Check out that blog site at www.greatlooplessons.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, I think we've had a great break. It has been frustrating at times to balance every one's likes/dislikes and overall moods. Trying to manage activities around a nap schedule is cramping my style, but I will miss those days when they are gone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still have a few things to do before school starts on Monday such as a trip to the pumpkin patch, a sleep over and making fudge. Plus these kids are chomping at the bit for Halloween to arrive. A tradition that we enjoy each year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SLSK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961742817336963138-8250670567151749010?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/8250670567151749010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=8250670567151749010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/8250670567151749010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/8250670567151749010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2008/10/gotta-get-back-in-game.html' title='Gotta get back in the game...'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SO7QrQUkC7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/tyReAiNsUak/s72-c/100_1514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961742817336963138.post-3754221802999038443</id><published>2008-09-14T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:04:17.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah for new activities!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SM2JmKdetQI/AAAAAAAAADc/8_rrwvA7SxI/s1600-h/100_1475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SM2JmKdetQI/AAAAAAAAADc/8_rrwvA7SxI/s200/100_1475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246000429692531970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SM2JmkglsGI/AAAAAAAAADk/EGbaCGQ8bZM/s1600-h/100_1479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SM2JmkglsGI/AAAAAAAAADk/EGbaCGQ8bZM/s200/100_1479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246000436684894306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SM2Jmx0kNnI/AAAAAAAAADs/1NjUuLGNi14/s1600-h/100_1467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SM2Jmx0kNnI/AAAAAAAAADs/1NjUuLGNi14/s200/100_1467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246000440258344562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SM2JnHgApZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/v8BW7xS6VKA/s1600-h/100_1470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SM2JnHgApZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/v8BW7xS6VKA/s200/100_1470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246000446077707666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each season there are new things to discover. In our house, we've grown up a little and have discovered new interests. M has started taking gymnastic again (much to her liking) plus we added Girl Scouts to our list. G had matured to the point where organized sports are becoming enjoyable both for him and us. So, he's participating in soccer. He has a lot to learn, but you've got to start somewhere, right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pictures are from M's first GS campfire event hosted at a local state park. Our motivation for starting GS at such a late age revolves around moving to a new city and trying to connect with new friends. Plus I wanted to expose M to the idea of being involved with her community and enjoying it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I could try to do community service activities on my own, but honestly it is easier for me to do it through an organization and not reinvent the wheel myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was once a GS back in the 80's. It is funny how some of the songs are still the same, but how the organization has modernized too. Being involved in GS in a large metro area opens the doors to MANY activities as well as community service projects. Plus her troop leaders are very motivated and creative. They have some fun events organized which will help us become familiar with our surroundings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G's pictures are from his first soccer game. He was pumped to get out there and be the goalie. His soccer is organized through the YMCA so there is an emphasis on sportsmanship, taking turns and having fun. My neighbor and fellow soccer parent stated her three rules to soccer for her son: 1. Don't use your hands. 2. Have fun. 3. No crying. (I am particularly fond of #3.) I loved that the kids shook hands before the game and did the traditional "high 5's" at the end. All saying, "good game". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At G's age there are two things that are very important to the players...having your OWN water bottle and waving to your parents as you play. It was very funny to watch the ball whiz by G while he was trying to give Big E a thumbs up and a wink. Something I know we will miss when he grows older and more focused. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we're off to a great start. Busy, but fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS - Little E is along for the ride;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961742817336963138-3754221802999038443?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/3754221802999038443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=3754221802999038443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/3754221802999038443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/3754221802999038443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeah-for-new-activities.html' title='Yeah for new activities!'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SM2JmKdetQI/AAAAAAAAADc/8_rrwvA7SxI/s72-c/100_1475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961742817336963138.post-5579820168825686503</id><published>2008-09-07T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T16:30:56.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at our house with NFL football</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SMQ0KBnnlnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9DzC2GRRCsI/s1600-h/nfl_u_brady01_412.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SMQ0KBnnlnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9DzC2GRRCsI/s200/nfl_u_brady01_412.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243373213004043890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Courtesy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;espn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;.co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, through the recent weeks Big E has casually talked about the 2008 NFL season. Over the years he has participated in fantasy football leagues and spent many Sundays/Mondays in front of the t.v. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we had just one child it didn't bother me much. In fact we usually hung out, I cooked and M played quietly. Then came child #2. It still was doable, but not as carefree. We used our weekends to get the house organized for the week ahead. Big E always volunteered to do laundry while watching game after game after game. When we had newborns he gladly snuggle with them while they slept so I could have my hands free to get things done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alas, there were many days when I wanted to stay put watching movies and let Big E do all the cleaning. But I must admit I am a control freak to a certain extent. It would be hard for me to "let go" and let Big E pick up and clean. So, our system had worked for us. However, not without some arguments of the years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today in our tradition, Big E set up his folding station (in front of the flat screen) and began to conquer Mt. Laundry. The littlest child was napping, the middle child was playing super heroes and the eldest was painting outside when it happened...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eeeerrrrrrrrhhhhhhaaaa....CLUNK....SILENCE...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STINKY SMELL&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE WASHER BROKE! (Shit!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, after almost nine faithful years of service our washer broke mid-cycle during our first load today. It stinks (signs of a broken belt I think) and I am bummed. I don't want to spend my afternoon at a laundry mat. Although I could get several chapters of my book read. So, I think I will ring out the clothes by hand and call a repair man first thing in the morning. I'll get a quote and see if repairing it is better than new. However, our machine is old and if we shop around we MIGHT be able to get a new one cheaper than a repair. We'll see...;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SLSK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961742817336963138-5579820168825686503?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/5579820168825686503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=5579820168825686503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/5579820168825686503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/5579820168825686503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-at-our-house-with-nfl-football.html' title='Life at our house with NFL football'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SMQ0KBnnlnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9DzC2GRRCsI/s72-c/nfl_u_brady01_412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961742817336963138.post-3153735543803066455</id><published>2008-09-05T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T13:37:30.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8.8.08...Olympic Theme Birthday for G</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SMQ3NpMF_gI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xeNVjvrclwQ/s1600-h/100_1315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SMQ3NpMF_gI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xeNVjvrclwQ/s200/100_1315.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243376573700505090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SMQ3N3YaApI/AAAAAAAAADE/MG2jd60gx2k/s1600-h/100_1330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SMQ3N3YaApI/AAAAAAAAADE/MG2jd60gx2k/s200/100_1330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243376577510245010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SMQ3N2Q9TBI/AAAAAAAAADM/R4v_WGWARO0/s1600-h/100_1307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SMQ3N2Q9TBI/AAAAAAAAADM/R4v_WGWARO0/s200/100_1307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243376577210567698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There aren't too many times when your birthday falls on the opening day of the Summer Olympic Games! So, when I figured this out I ran with the idea of celebrating G's birthday just that way. It was my homemade version of the "Backyard Olympic Games" and it was fun! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I challenged myself to not spend too much on the decorations. I made cupcakes and decorated them in the colors of the Olympic rings. I was able to purchase leftover 4th of July supplies at a HUGE discount keeping in mind we're TEAM USA (plates, cups, napkins, and tablecloths). I found "oriental take-out" boxes at a party supply store and used them for goodie bags giving props to the host country of China. Plus they happened to have a bag of gold medals to add to the theme! We displayed a world map marking the host country's location as well as our city. I was quite pleased at how well the theme came together. The food was simple with hot dogs, cheese pizza, chips, a veggie tray and of course CUPCAKES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G and his friends had a great time. G is counting down the days until his 6th birthday, but little does he know next year it will be a quiet family party. ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics from that wonderful day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SLSK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961742817336963138-3153735543803066455?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/3153735543803066455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=3153735543803066455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/3153735543803066455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/3153735543803066455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2008/09/8808olympic-theme-birthday-for-g.html' title='8.8.08...Olympic Theme Birthday for G'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SMQ3NpMF_gI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xeNVjvrclwQ/s72-c/100_1315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961742817336963138.post-1596090433079314037</id><published>2008-08-27T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T16:32:42.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SLYhm2bnyAI/AAAAAAAAACk/Vu6csxz6j-o/s1600-h/100_1391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SLYhm2bnyAI/AAAAAAAAACk/Vu6csxz6j-o/s200/100_1391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239412167822264322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SLYhnU1eN9I/AAAAAAAAACs/UFPtNlOZibs/s1600-h/100_1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SLYhnU1eN9I/AAAAAAAAACs/UFPtNlOZibs/s200/100_1393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239412175983753170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, recently my son has started preschool. He is meeting new friends and remembering old. He is getting better at remembering names and maturing with each passing day. There is one young lad in his class that really captured his fancy on the first day. One that he talks about quite frequently. One that he wanted to emulate...really badly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this child has, according to G, "has the coolest hair cut." On and on G went about his friend's cool do. So, do you wanna know what it is...A MOHAWK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G kept talking about it and finally asked if he could get a mohawk too. I told him I had to ask Daddy. I didn't care that much. Heck, you're only five once, right? Big E agreed and we told G he'd have to wait until after school pics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't worry. The mohawk lasted a whole three days. G is a texture kid and didn't like it. (That is part of the reason why we let him do it in the first place...we knew it wouldn't last!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now he's ready to go to boot camp with an army style buzz cut. I really miss his longer locks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It grows back, right?&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/6961742817336963138-1596090433079314037?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/1596090433079314037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=1596090433079314037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/1596090433079314037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/1596090433079314037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow.html' title='Wow...'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SLYhm2bnyAI/AAAAAAAAACk/Vu6csxz6j-o/s72-c/100_1391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961742817336963138.post-2756908231735657458</id><published>2008-08-20T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:24:34.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've decided that it WILL be a good day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SKzeRstGoLI/AAAAAAAAACc/u0aWxZ7JOvw/s1600-h/100_1327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SKzeRstGoLI/AAAAAAAAACc/u0aWxZ7JOvw/s200/100_1327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236804862364524722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I rolled over this morning, I saw the 6:15 am flashing on the clock.  I decided to sneak out of bed, unload the dishwasher, make coffee and have 45 minutes of utter silence before our day started. Now, mind you, 10 years ago, 6:15 am could have been a bed time for me instead of a "wake-up" time, but I am not going to complain about that...yet!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, much to my demise "little E" decided she would join me for my EARLY morning ALONE-QUIET time. If you know little E, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; does NOT exist in her vocab. I was bugged, but scooped her up trying to think of how to distract her so I could continue on with my plan of cleanliness and caffeine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, when her little hands cupped my cheeks and with her blue eyes to my blue eyes she said, "I love you Momma," I knew I was sunk. How could you say no to a morning of snuggling on the couch with cartoons??? It was hard I tell ya ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after we concocted her morning milk fix and my coffee IV. We hit the couch, played an episode of Blue's Clues and I sank into the largest sectional you've every seen! During our snuggle session I decided that I would make a decent effort to listen to my children before flying off the handle (I'm really good at that); realize that I won't get IT all done today (whatever that means) and do my best to make our morning go smoothly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what...IT WORKED! I seriously had those "count to 10 moments", but I decided to take a deep breath &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; reacting. I even got the dishwasher unloaded, a lunch packed, kids dressed, breakfast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;x's&lt;/span&gt; 5 made and started laundry. My grand plan to get a shower didn't fit into that plan until later in the day, but M got off to school with a smile on her face and high 5's from her bro and sis. I was two cups of coffee into my morning and felt a sense of satisfaction rather than anger. I was able to decide what I should do next instead of what I can't get done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, this was not a foreign concept to my being...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In school, I was a competitive athlete and held a few leadership position. The concept of positive thinking needed to be apart of me if I wanted to be successful. My parents were great examples of it. However, somewhere along the way, I shrugged it off in early adulthood thinking I didn't need it anymore. My brain was being subjected to too images of "oh poor me". I became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;victim&lt;/span&gt; of negativity. So, I ask you, does the glass really have to be "half full"? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why YES IT DOES! I have been struggling with the "glass half empty" for months now and when I made a conscience effort to have a GOOD DAY...it WORKED!!! It wasn't perfect, but it was a much better morning because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; decided it would be...not because it just happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little elbow grease always makes things better, right? Well, I will do the same tomorrow and see how it turns out. I know I am doing myself a favor and setting a much better example for those gorgeous blue eyes that watch my every move...&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/6961742817336963138-2756908231735657458?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/2756908231735657458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=2756908231735657458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/2756908231735657458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/2756908231735657458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-decided-that-it-will-be-good-day.html' title='I&apos;ve decided that it WILL be a good day...'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SKzeRstGoLI/AAAAAAAAACc/u0aWxZ7JOvw/s72-c/100_1327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961742817336963138.post-5449182222910263667</id><published>2008-07-28T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T16:39:01.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad, PO and more...</title><content type='html'>Okay, the last few days have been from one end of the emotional spectrum to the other...tears to anger...and then angry tear. My poor, poor hubby has been completely understanding and took a tip from the last time I was like this...okay 28 days ago (hint, hint)...he listened to me while I cried on the phone today. Here is what he learned from last month...He didn't try to SOLVE my problems. He empathized!!! I couldn't have been happier in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;retrospect, but I couldn't see his improvement at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my brother (who I talked to briefly today) called back tonight and only said that he loved me and thought I was doing a great job at being a Mom. He knew too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must have been really weird today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My problem you ask? Well, there are several. Women are like onions...we have layers (ode to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I am burnt out. Mommies get just plain tired of cleaning up, doing laundry, wiping bottoms, being crawled on, and giving constantly, etc. You must be thinking...Sarah, make time for yourself. It is easier said than done. I struggle finding a balance with the kids, my beloved hubby and myself. Most women do, right? I never want to "dump" my kids on the husband. I don't want to be a selfish person. I truly believe that our society paints a "me, me, me" or " I, I, I" image. "What have you done for yourself today" rather than "what have you done for others today". I realize that I must strike a balance in my personal life, but it is easier to make excuses than to follow through with striking out on my own. Eric never thinks twice about taking the kids when I need a break...never. He's great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I miss my friends...all of them. Now I know that sounds childish, but hey...a girl needs her peeps! My hubby also put this into perspective too. He is on a roll I tell ya! He said that of course I'm lonely. I left some great friends back in MN. The newness has worn off of our new city and now we're settling into a normal pattern. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember this feeling well when we moved last time, but I only had one child and my mother on the other end of the phone. We talked daily about EVERYTHING. She listened to my concerns. She encouraged me to explore my new surroundings and to use my "great personality" to meet others. Thus I embarked on some lifelong friendships with two great cheerleaders in my back corner (Mom and Hubby). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Speaking of my Mom...I miss her terribly too! Since her passing in 1/07 I am evolving into my new life without her. It takes more time than outsiders think. She was not only my mother, but my best girl friend, counselor, supporter, interior designer, grandmother, etc. I get angry when others balk at how tearful I STILL get when discussing my mother. Healthy or unhealthy...I will never get over the loss of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JLPS&lt;/span&gt;. She was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;undeniable&lt;/span&gt; treasure to mankind. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Keeping my loss in mind, I find it much harder to approach people. I am much more judgemental, self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; and uncertain about myself. I thought I'd become a stronger person because of my mother's death. I was hoping to be i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nspired&lt;/span&gt; by her strength, determined spirit and unwavering moral self. Now I find myself unable to make a decision and stick with it...some days. I second guess others &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;intentions&lt;/span&gt; and read into too many things. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;procrastinate&lt;/span&gt; much more and it is a trait I despise in others. If this isn't a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;therapy&lt;/span&gt; session online I don't know what is...???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what will I do with my anger, you ask? Get some sleep...something that I am lacking these days. I am amazed what some decent sleep does for my emotional state. Plus, I will take a deep breath, give myself a break and realize that friendships don't happen overnight and to enjoy my kids while they are still young. Did I miss anything? Oh yeah, get out on a date night with the hubby...getting dressed up makes a girl feel special, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry...this too shall pass and I will feel better in about...7 days! ;-)&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/6961742817336963138-5449182222910263667?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/5449182222910263667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=5449182222910263667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/5449182222910263667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/5449182222910263667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2008/07/mad-po-and-more.html' title='Mad, PO and more...'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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-6961742817336963138.post-4652216168081969741</id><published>2008-07-20T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:20:20.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can it really be true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SIPyWaWjj7I/AAAAAAAAACM/cw8XetzlfHU/s1600-h/100_1276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SIPyWaWjj7I/AAAAAAAAACM/cw8XetzlfHU/s200/100_1276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225286459524878258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've searched the aisles of notebooks, pencils and folders for the "right" thing while weaving through a sea a people on the same mission. I've rechecked the list, emailed the teacher and labeled all of the supplies. We attended the "Meet the Teacher" night, collected all of the paperwork and packed the backpack. I can't believe the day has arrived... &lt;div&gt;THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might be scratching your head thinking, "Isn't it still summer?" Well, technically you're right. Summer doesn't end for quite a while, but our public school district runs on a year around program. Something that is new to us, but exciting at the same time. Basically the students are in school for nine weeks and off for three weeks. Summer has a six week break, but it goes FAST! They have been a "year around" system for over 40 years. It started when the district formed years ago. Everyone I've talked to loves it for many reasons. The teachers rave about how well it works for their teaching techniques. Plus it seems to help the students stay "fresh". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, our eldest ventured off into another year of elementary bliss. Our middle child will have another year at preschool while the "baby" enjoys one day a week at a "mother's day out" program. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would think I'd have time on my hands, but in reality our routine has made my mini-van my second home. And I work hard not to sign up for too many activities to maintain our sanity, but nonetheless we're on the go like most families. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, raise your "cups of joe" to another school year. Homework here we come!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers - S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961742817336963138-4652216168081969741?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/4652216168081969741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=4652216168081969741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/4652216168081969741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/4652216168081969741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2008/07/can-it-really-be-true.html' title='Can it really be true?'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SIPyWaWjj7I/AAAAAAAAACM/cw8XetzlfHU/s72-c/100_1276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961742817336963138.post-6279662247548933079</id><published>2008-05-31T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T07:02:40.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh...let's relax...a little</title><content type='html'>I can't tell you how "secretly" relieved I was to find out that our baseball/softball games were cancelled today. My eldest was too ;-) You know why we're relieved? Since moving to our new home this spring we've had something scheduled EVERY weekend since our arrival. I'm not joking! Family celebrations, visitors, bbq's, games, practices, weekend weddings, etc. It is great to be busy, but a it can be a sigh of relief to have "time on your hands" too. &lt;div&gt;So, this morning I'm not gulping down my coffee to rush out the door. My eldest is painting next to me while I write. The middle one is watching Scooby Doo happily in his mismatched pj's and my youngest is still sleeping. Joyous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SLSK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961742817336963138-6279662247548933079?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/6279662247548933079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=6279662247548933079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/6279662247548933079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/6279662247548933079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2008/05/ahhhhlets-relaxa-little.html' title='Ahhhh...let&apos;s relax...a little'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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-6961742817336963138.post-8978602149687373405</id><published>2008-05-29T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T15:36:32.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating death with life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SD8ux-kp5wI/AAAAAAAAABc/Aa2Je5dAhqg/s1600-h/100_1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SD8ux-kp5wI/AAAAAAAAABc/Aa2Je5dAhqg/s200/100_1124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205931130408789762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Eric and I have had a "rough" 18 months. We've both lost parents under different circumstances within a three month time span. Some people don't have close relationships with their parents and I must say that we can't relate. In essence, Eric and I lost our best friends when his father and my mother passed away. Some say that it will get easier with time, but I say that somedays it gets harder. Although the "sting" subsides...the loss will always remain.&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of our grief, there is much joy and celebration to enjoy. In fact, Eric's family started a golf outing to honor his father, Greg. This Memorial Day weekend marked the 2nd annual event with 94 golfers in tow. Not only that, but we had family and friends alike decend upon our small town in Iowa which made for a weekend full of laughter, tears and fantastic memories. &lt;div&gt;The weekend consisted of a community band event, the golf outing, a large family dinner and dance as well as time in the hotel pool with the little ones...I think we counted 40 kids at one point. I am sure we missed a few ;-) &lt;div&gt;Many thanks and kudos go out to Eric's sister and husband as they were the driving force behind this event. Without their direction...we'd be sitting in Iowa starting at each other.&lt;br /&gt;So, although we've lost two precious souls in our lives, Eric and I agree that we are grateful for what we have...three beautiful children, a good job and a roof over our heads. The rest of the details are just perks!&lt;div&gt;Any yes...that is the Pope's hat on Eric's head while I am wearing bunny ears. No party is a good party unless it is a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;themed&lt;/span&gt; party. This year's theme was "hat" party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961742817336963138-8978602149687373405?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/8978602149687373405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=8978602149687373405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/8978602149687373405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/8978602149687373405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2008/05/celebrating-death-with-life.html' title='Celebrating death with life'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SD8ux-kp5wI/AAAAAAAAABc/Aa2Je5dAhqg/s72-c/100_1124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961742817336963138.post-4953306580852606167</id><published>2008-05-02T18:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:01:59.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What REALLY needs to get done?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SBvGz6-LxNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Th9xsbw9uJM/s1600-h/100_1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SBvGz6-LxNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Th9xsbw9uJM/s320/100_1013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195965190407701714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it is another wild and crazy Friday night at the Kraus' house! After a very long week full of kids' activities, Eric's work events and "life" I have found myself wanting nothing more than to watch a "chic flick" by myself...in the most comfortable jammy pants I own and not talk to anyone, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are the evening's dinner dishes calling my name...maybe even a few (or more) things left over from yesterday...making the task a little more daunting. And laundry...always laundry. My cousin, Michelle, stated in an email several months ago that "laundry is the gift that keeps on giving". She is a genius ;-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my house laundry is a chore that haunts me when I sleep and when I am awake. I can NEVER get on top of it! I swear, Eric's stuff alone takes up three to four loads weekly. (Mental pic...the man is 6'8'' and over 299 lbs...you can only imagine how big his clothes are ...therefore...they take up a lot of space in the washer;-)) Plus I should sort out the paperwork (school notes, bills, cards to mail out, etc). It goes on and on...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wonderful husband who helps me out whenever I ask...which the "asking" can drive you nuts on the wrong days, but nonetheless he is willing to help put the kids to bed, help with homework, put away dishes, etc. I have heard horror stories from other mothers that make me grateful he is a hands on Dad. So, why is it I feel like I am fighting an uphill battle daily to get it all done...not just the chores, but enriching my children's lives with the simple pleasures of coloring with them, reading to them and holding them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know our society has raised the stakes of the "perfect" family. The "perfectly" decorated home. The "perfectly" decorated children and the "perfectly" decorated marriage. It is a game that I could get caught up in and sometimes I find myself on the verge of jumping in with two feet, but then reality hits...no way...who's got the time? I can barely get a shower some days!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is with great pleasure that I am announcing...jammy pants here I come...when does the movie start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961742817336963138-4953306580852606167?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/4953306580852606167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=4953306580852606167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/4953306580852606167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/4953306580852606167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-really-needs-to-get-done.html' title='What REALLY needs to get done?'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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/_TK3pwCe4xxE/SBvGz6-LxNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Th9xsbw9uJM/s72-c/100_1013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961742817336963138.post-2575335401119318344</id><published>2007-11-15T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T12:12:29.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Limits anyone?'/><title type='text'>Where to begin?</title><content type='html'>So life with kids can be a "barrel of laughs" or time for a barrel of beer?!? In the process of parenting with a traveling husband I've discover lots of new things about myself and my kids. Today's topic is "LIMITS"...&lt;br /&gt;Evie has NO limit as to how many times she can watch Blues Clues. It is her favorite. She sings the songs and tries to mimic the actions as well as any 22 month old can. She also LOVES to repeat everything...names are her favorite topic. Several times a day we have to go over where everyone is at. For instance...Nannie (Maddie) is at school; Whoa (Grogan) is downstairs, Daddy is at work, Momma (usually right next to her) and Evie...she never forgets herself as she proudly pats her chest. &lt;br /&gt;Grogan has NO limit to the amount of Cheetos he can consume in a day. Not a fact I am proud of, but the boy inhales them when he gets a chance. That is something I try to limit, but hey...I admit I like a Cheeto now and again too. Grogan also has NO limit when it comes to Spiderman. He is PASSIONATE about his favorite superhero. He can recite lines in movies, mimic Spierman's famous poses and he truly believes he has webs like Spidey. He also carries his trusted Spiderman mask everywhere...to bed, to the store and even tries to take it in his pocket to school. He has frightened a few children in the asiles of Target.  Grogan sprang around the corner (mask on) shooting "webs" to try to swing from the shelves. Something many of us dream of, but probably have never tried to attempt. Grogan will never have regrets when it comes to testing his superhero powers. He tries to climb the walls daily at home. &lt;br /&gt;Maddie is in a different phase of life. She was worked past wearing her look-alike ruby red slippers everywhere (a three year old thing) and doesn't require sleeping with her blanket anymore. However as a seven year old she SINGS everything and everywhere. She memorizes songs and makes up many of her own. The other day at Target (our home away from home) she was pushing a cart singing about the different things she saw...granola bars, bottle water, coffee, etc. Now mind you it wasn't at the top of her lungs. In fact she didn't realize she was doing it until she caught me smiling at her. I loved it. Also if she isn't singing she is TALKING. Maddie (okay, like her mother) can talk something to death. I must admit I don't giver her my full attention all of the time. I have mastered the "oh yeah's" and "really's". I do catch most of her subject matter and when I am "in the zone" she is quick to point out that I am not paying attention to her. &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I have many limits as a mother. Most of them relate directly to the amount of sleep I've had and if I've eaten (God forbid a miss a meal or snacktime). I am working on being more flexible, but I have a limit to the amount of times a child can jump on the couch, say "Momma" to get my attention even if I've politely told them to wait, and listen to the kids "work it out" over a favorite toy. I can only "take" so much ;-)&lt;br /&gt;In essence adults have many more limits than children. We know children lack the ability to set limits for themselves (duh, that's a parent's job). So when you visit our home and you find a singing child, Cheetos on the table and Blues Clues on the television just realize that life is good for those involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961742817336963138-2575335401119318344?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/2575335401119318344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=2575335401119318344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/2575335401119318344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/2575335401119318344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2007/11/where-to-begin.html' title='Where to begin?'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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-6961742817336963138.post-3663240641823335741</id><published>2007-08-09T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:30:36.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion...patience'/><title type='text'>Still Waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...not an attribute I can say I use well...most of my family would agree....kids especially (poor souls). You'd think I would have learned a lot from the last several years of my life (a blog for another day), but I still struggle with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;patience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I am more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;patient&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with others and less &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;patient&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with my inner circle??? Is it because I know they are my family and I take that too lightly? I just "know" they will forgive me (with time) and we'll move on. My husband (the gentle giant) is the KING of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;patience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with me. He just keeps getting better with time (not that he ever struggled with it anyway).&lt;br /&gt;I truly find myself having to "take a moment" and collect myself before I EXPLODE some days. I admit I usually just gloss over the "moment" part and just EXPLODE...not a good thing for anyone. I am a Christian and when I do get in over my head I am getting better at prayer during that challenging time, however, I do forget to pause for that too.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is the "control freak" in me that cannot let go and therefore my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;patience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is soon to follow?&lt;br /&gt;So I will take a vow for today and try to be more &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;patient&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with my children. They too are absorbing my every word and action. Raising children is finding a balance between teaching, discipline and love...and if I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;patience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...it will flow much easier for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961742817336963138-3663240641823335741?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/3663240641823335741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=3663240641823335741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/3663240641823335741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/3663240641823335741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2007/08/still-waiting.html' title='Still Waiting...'/><author><name>SLSK</name><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-6961742817336963138.post-4963102436672758045</id><published>2007-08-07T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T17:04:02.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet behind the ears??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, I am "new" to blogging. Something my 'lil sis Em says I will enjoy ;-) After reading a friend's blogspot (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3boybarians.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://3boybarians.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;) I have to say I am inspired. So bear with me as I fumble my way around this stuff. I haven't written in a while and I am fairly rusty, but life has given me a lot of "experiences" lately. Enjoy while I dust off the vocab (which has been burried in mommyhood for seven years) and give it a "good old college try".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6961742817336963138-4963102436672758045?l=thekrausfab5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/feeds/4963102436672758045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6961742817336963138&amp;postID=4963102436672758045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/4963102436672758045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6961742817336963138/posts/default/4963102436672758045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekrausfab5.blogspot.com/2007/08/wet-behind-ears.html' title='Wet behind the ears??'/><author><name>SLSK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
