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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4FR307cCp7ImA9WxNUGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893</id><updated>2009-11-10T17:08:36.308-05:00</updated><title>Fun Mama</title><subtitle type="html">I grew up with a fun Mama, and I realized that's the kind of Mama I want to be. My Mama built her kids a table and then served them "tea." What she didn't have in resources she made up for in creativity. I want to be the Mama with plenty of crayons, fingerpaint, lemonade and cookie dough. I have sprinkles and character bandages and I'm not afraid to use them.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/FunMama" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>FunMama</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EERHoyfCp7ImA9WxNUGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-4332495040586049334</id><published>2009-11-10T09:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:00:05.494-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-10T09:00:05.494-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging for Scrapbookers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goals" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing" /><title>Goals and Ambitions</title><content type="html">I have been thinking lately about goals (and not just because it's prompt #6 for the &lt;a href="http://www.shimelle.com/classes/618/a-new-online-scrapbooking-class-blogging-for-scrapbookers/"&gt;class&lt;/a&gt;). I mentioned my to-do list last week - goals for the day. I haven't made a list in several days because I felt so defeated by them each day. Even marking things off wasn't helping.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's weird, too, because usually crossing things off your list is a sign of accomplishment. I remember in college one semester I had to take a bunch of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;incompletes&lt;/span&gt; (I didn't finish the classes until after the next term started). I had a major life event, and couldn't concentrate, and ended up only finishing one class. So when the next semester started, I had not only my full load of classes for the semester, but a near full load to finish from the previous semester. The only way I made it through was to break each task into tiny bits and write down every step I had to do. My to-do list was four or five pages long. And I got it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; done. (My advice is to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; take that many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incompletes&lt;/span&gt;, though, no matter what you have to do.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so many things I need and want to accomplish and I have a hard time remembering that I don't have to live my whole life right this minute. Does that make sense? I start thinking, "I have this goal and I haven't done it yet and I'm already in my mid-thirties!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um, yeah. I'm in my mid-thirties. That's really not that old. But since I've lost close friends who never made it to thirty, I still feel this sense of urgency at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My current goals are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;finish cleaning my house for a visit with Heather this weekend (yes, &lt;a href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/11/heathers-tote-bag.html"&gt;that&lt;/a&gt; Heather)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finish the dozen or more unfinished scrapbooks and quilts and various sewing projects I have in my craft room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have scheduled daily craft time with Abigail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;exercise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finish layouts for the Yesterday + Today class so I can post them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn how to use a unique blog template that has some Fun Mama personality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write. Seriously write. It's time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my house needs to be ready for my friend and her two toddlers by Thursday evening. My house is toddler friendly for my child, but you know how you're never sure if other people will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with your house? Seriously, Heather used to help me clean my room. You'd think I'd know better. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't decide if I want to finish Abigail's first year album, our St. Augustine album, our honeymoon album, my 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday album, a quilt I started ten years ago, or scrap all of that and start on Christmas presents. As if I'll finish anything I start in the middle of November. Maybe I should finish some Christmas presents from last year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I talk a lot about doing stuff with your kids, and we do. We do play dough. We draw. We play with blocks. We paint. We do a lot. But it feels haphazard and I'd really like to be able to tell her "This is what we're doing today." I'm considering doing it as an advent calendar this year. I really want to have a craft calendar in place by January, at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exercise. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt;. I do feel better when I exercise, but then I feel like I should be doing something else. I started reading The Mermaid Chair by Sue Monk Kidd as my exercise bike book (only allowed to read it there) but that's not working. I recorded a bunch of Ellen shows on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tivo&lt;/span&gt; so I can watch them while I'm biking. I used to watch Angel or The X-files while I biked because they kept me tense and involved (and made me forget it was painful) but they are SO not appropriate for a two year old. I guess I'd better get some walks in before the weather turns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Yesterday + Today layouts are actually going fairly well. I have pictures printed for two of them (we're on week 6), and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt; done for one. Actually, one page is almost completely done. One problem I'm having is that I haven't scanned as many of my childhood photos as I really need, and another problem is that I really want to use the digital elements and can't figure them out. I keep forgetting to ask my husband to remind me how to unzip files. How basic is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I'm hoping to pick up from Blogging for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Scrapbookers&lt;/span&gt; is how to make my blog look more like Fun Mama and less like a basic blogger template. I see so many cool photos in banners and I have NO idea how to do that. I hope to pick that up soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as for writing. . .All I've ever really wanted to do is write. So I've been an archivist, a tour guide, an event planner, a paper pusher, a mail deliverer (don't ask), a staffing specialist and a mommy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so all I ever really wanted to do was write and be a mommy. For a year I wrote a column for an online &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; magazine and I really enjoyed it, but I didn't go anywhere with it. I'm not sure that now is the right time, because I am being a mommy all day long. I love it, but I can't help but think that when I'm home and she's at this magic age might be the best time for me to focus on writing. I'm not sure how I'll work it out, but I am committing to it publicly. Wish me luck.&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/3517697483479812893-4332495040586049334?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/X2pkdHtndKA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4332495040586049334/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/11/goals-and-ambitions.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/4332495040586049334?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/4332495040586049334?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/X2pkdHtndKA/goals-and-ambitions.html" title="Goals and Ambitions" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/11/goals-and-ambitions.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UEQn05cSp7ImA9WxNUF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-4154082558703596508</id><published>2009-11-09T09:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T09:00:03.329-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-09T09:00:03.329-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bend the rules sewing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="for mommy" /><title>Heather's tote bag</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;My dear friend Heather had surgery in August. We've been friends since we were seven years old, and trust me when I say that's been a long time and that we've been through a lot together. We've had fights that completely embarrass me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she's been there for me when I couldn't have even thought to ask. Seriously. The morning after the worst night of my life, I woke up to her sitting beside me on the bed. She found out about my personal tragedy on her way to work, and came to my house to make sure I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. That's loyalty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when I found out she was having surgery and I knew I couldn't be there since we live 400 miles apart right now, I wanted to do something special for her instead. I decided that she might actually get the chance to read a few books and enjoy a few treats while she was resting, and that a nice tote bag to hold it all in was a worthy gift. Unfortunately, I am not as good as she is and didn't get it to her in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsPvS5h2SzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HZHbSnpOtWI/s320/IMG_7401_edited-1.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387412687224720178" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hopefully, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yumminess&lt;/span&gt; of the bag makes up for my slackness. I wanted something that said "Heather" to me, and this blue and the dots and the flowers did it for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Actually, I think I want one for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The pattern is the tote bag from Bend the Rules Sewing by Amy Karol. The pattern calls for a panel of a striking pattern with a matching inside pocket, but when I got finished my husband thought it looked better inside out. I think I agree. The pocket does kind of pop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517697483479812893-4154082558703596508?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/J5paHx7LpdA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4154082558703596508/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/11/heathers-tote-bag.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/4154082558703596508?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/4154082558703596508?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/J5paHx7LpdA/heathers-tote-bag.html" title="Heather's tote bag" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsPvS5h2SzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HZHbSnpOtWI/s72-c/IMG_7401_edited-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/11/heathers-tote-bag.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AARXc9fCp7ImA9WxNUFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-3348721039601896758</id><published>2009-11-06T18:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:29:04.964-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-07T00:29:04.964-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging for Scrapbookers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seasons - fall" /><title>Fall In Georgia</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SvS0jV_Z_TI/AAAAAAAAALI/vy0yvJjPRDE/s1600-h/IMG_7755_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401140372415577394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SvS0jV_Z_TI/AAAAAAAAALI/vy0yvJjPRDE/s400/IMG_7755_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love fall in Georgia. The air is crisp, the sky is blue (usually, it was raining on this day), and the leaves are turning. This is the pond behind my parents' house - a view I experienced nearly every day of my life. I took this picture in October when I was visiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517697483479812893-3348721039601896758?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/8VxZsD8D0AM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3348721039601896758/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-in-georgia.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/3348721039601896758?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/3348721039601896758?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/8VxZsD8D0AM/fall-in-georgia.html" title="Fall In Georgia" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SvS0jV_Z_TI/AAAAAAAAALI/vy0yvJjPRDE/s72-c/IMG_7755_edited-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-in-georgia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QBRXc8eSp7ImA9WxNUFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-8024022104966134776</id><published>2009-11-06T09:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:29:14.971-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T15:29:14.971-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging for Scrapbookers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seasons - fall" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Halloween" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recipe" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>Pumpkin bread</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;Have you ever had a recipe not turn out the way you'd hoped? I've been baking since I was about nine years old, and I've had my share of adventures. There was the time that I accidentally made pink oatmeal cookies that one of my brothers loves to bring up. (Is it my fault the red food coloring and the vanilla looked the same?) He says his friends at school still thought they tasted good, so all was not lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of my mishaps have been because I had oven complications, like not being familiar with a new oven, electric over gas, or glass instead of metal. These things happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for Halloween, I decided that I wanted to make pumpkin bread to take to my sister-in-law's house where we were going for dinner and trick-or-treating. I don't remember ever making it before, even though I love it, and I couldn't find my Mama's recipe. Unfortunately, she wasn't sure where her recipe was either, so I decided to look online for a new one. I found several but most of them didn't call for any spice and I felt like there should at least be cinnamon and nutmeg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I found a recipe called &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Downeast-Maine-Pumpkin-Bread/Detail.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Downeast&lt;/span&gt; Maine Pumpkin Bread&lt;/a&gt;. I don't know a lot about Maine, but since I discovered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soulemama.com/"&gt;SouleMama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it has a romantic draw for me, so I thought I'd give it a shot. The recipe called for all of the spices I thought it should have (cinnamon, cloves, ginger and nutmeg). There were a lot of good reviews. I had all the ingredients. I was set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first mistake was in not printing the recipe. Instead, I kept crossing the kitchen to check the recipe from my laptop. My second mistake was not waiting until my husband got home from work. Baking with a recipe I'm familiar with can be challenging when Abigail wants my attention - a recipe I've never used before was giving me fits. Then I couldn't remember where we'd put our ground ginger or the whole nutmeg. Finally I located those in the very top and back of our baking cabinet. Then I realized that we only have glass bread pans, not metal ones. And the recipe calls for 3 small pans and I only had two large ones. Then I only greased the pan before adding the batter instead of greasing and flouring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The recipe calls for the bread to be baked for 50 minutes or until done by the knife test. After 50 minutes, I remembered (was reminded, actually) that if you use glass pans, you should lower the temperature and bake longer. So I lowered the temp and kept checking. For another half hour. Finally, the bread seemed like it might be done and I took it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I cut into it, the bread seemed more like a pudding than a bread. It was so dense and thick. It didn't have the light, airy texture I was expecting at all. Oh well, I thought, a bum recipe. Better luck next time. I made some ginger cream cheese to top the bread and all was well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the next few days, I thought about my mistake. Next time, I could use a different recipe (Alton Brown's looks good, but calls for fresh pumpkin). Maybe I could use a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bundt&lt;/span&gt; pan instead of bread pans. Fresh ginger instead of ground might be nice (or both). I had used Saigon cinnamon (which is hot like cinnamon candy) but the flavor didn't come through, maybe I could use more of that. I just knew a different recipe would have the bread texture I was looking for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday, I stopped by the neighborhood grocery on the way home from sewing group to pick up some milk, and decided to grab another can of pumpkin so I could try again. That's when I noticed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was buying my ingredients before Halloween, I knew I needed 15 ounces of pumpkin. It sounded like a lot, so I grabbed the largest can. On Monday when I was buying more, I actually looked at the can. The large can has about 29 ounces of pumpkin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right. I used a 29 ounce can of pumpkin for a recipe that called for 15 ounces. None of my excuses worked anymore. It was just flat out careless of me. How I've managed to buy canned fruit for pies all this time, I don't know. Maybe I usually look? At least now I know why my bread was a pudding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extra pumpkin makes it more healthy though, right? Right?&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;edited to add: This post is for the prompt for day four of Blogging for Scrapbookers, although I probably would have shared this story anyway.&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/3517697483479812893-8024022104966134776?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/uotQbMhfy3E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8024022104966134776/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/11/pumpkin-bread.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/8024022104966134776?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/8024022104966134776?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/uotQbMhfy3E/pumpkin-bread.html" title="Pumpkin bread" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/11/pumpkin-bread.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QDRXo5eyp7ImA9WxNUFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-3877334064499178837</id><published>2009-11-05T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:29:34.423-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T15:29:34.423-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging for Scrapbookers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="media" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reading" /><title>Five Magazines I'm Enjoying</title><content type="html">I am a reader. I love to read almost anything, and I have this tendency to have to read everything if I see it. I read headlines in the grocery line. I read cereal boxes. I read memos upside down. I am not trying to pry or be nosy. I just can't help myself from reading the printed word. My husband says it's an addiction. Maybe.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first love is books, but my nephew says I talk about books a lot on this blog, so I thought I'd share the five magazines that I'm enjoying these days. I don't necessarily subscribe to them but I usually like what I find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.creatingkeepsakes.com/index.html"&gt;Creating Keepsakes&lt;/a&gt; - I have subscribed off and on to this magazine since early 2000. I first saw it on the newsstand at the bookstore soon after I got the job. I've always been into handmade heirlooms, so I picked it up and a whole new world opened up. I loved Simple Scrapbooks more, but since it's gone now I've found things to love again about CK.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mothering.com/"&gt;Mothering&lt;/a&gt; - I first heard about this magazine when my &lt;a href="http://www.dona.org/mothers/index.php"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mentioned it to me soon after Abigail's birth. I wish I'd taken her suggestion then to subscribe, but a friend has started giving me her back issues on occasion (thanks, Abbey!). It's a much more gentle and calm parenting magazine than so many of the others out there and discusses issues I care about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maryjanesfarm.com/"&gt;Mary Jane's Farm&lt;/a&gt; - I recently discovered this magazine in Borders or Tractor Supply or something and ordered a sample issue. It is what Mother Earth News can be, but without all the tractor articles. It's about farm life, but is open to urban farming. It's about hand-crafted goodness. It includes recipes and craft ideas. So fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livingcrafts.com/"&gt;Living Crafts&lt;/a&gt; - I've seen this magazine in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JoAnn&lt;/span&gt;, and mentioned on several blogs. I haven't picked up a copy but I love thumbing through it. I keep looking for a craft I already know instead of one I have to learn. It's heavy on the knitting, which I'd love to learn but haven't. Once I find a good sewing project, though, I think it will be all over for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/"&gt;Family Fun&lt;/a&gt; - Actually, I want to put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wondertime&lt;/span&gt; here, but it was a victim of the economy (I guess). Family Fun has always been a great source of craft ideas and I enjoy finding features about creating fun playrooms. I really like their books with collected ideas too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonus: &lt;a href="http://bitchmagazine.org/"&gt;Bitch Magazine: Feminist Response to Pop Culture&lt;/a&gt; - I've been reading this magazine since about 1997 when Ms. took a hiatus from publishing. I hesitate to write about it because the title sounds offensive, but it's meant in the sense of getting together to talk (and also in claiming offensive words) and get things off our chests. I enjoy the sense of fun this magazine has - it is about pop culture after all.&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/3517697483479812893-3877334064499178837?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/3b0PO1v8p2E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3877334064499178837/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/11/five-magazines-im-enjoying.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/3877334064499178837?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/3877334064499178837?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/3b0PO1v8p2E/five-magazines-im-enjoying.html" title="Five Magazines I'm Enjoying" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/11/five-magazines-im-enjoying.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QDRXo5eyp7ImA9WxNUFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-8292061910199248146</id><published>2009-11-04T00:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:29:34.423-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T15:29:34.423-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging for Scrapbookers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog details" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scrapbooking" /><title>Public Or Private?</title><content type="html">I mentioned in my post yesterday that I'm considering starting a private blog to write in more detail about my family. I still haven't made that decision, but oddly, the second prompt in Blogging for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scrapbookers&lt;/span&gt; is all about public vs. private information and how much we choose to share online.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try to be careful on this blog about what information I share.  I don't discuss where we live, other than it being rural and near Louisville. I don't show photos of children's faces (which can be difficult at times - two years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt; is not exactly a cooperative age). I try not to talk about days when we struggle or when I'm frustrated with parenting - I don't think it's fair to put that kind of thing out there for my daughter to discover when she's older (although I don't mind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; it, but that's private). I don't mention when I'll be out of town, and I try to make sure I have posts lined up for when I'm gone. I do use our first names, and the names of some of my friends. I don't think this is a security issue, but I know some people prefer to use nicknames. To each her own definition of security, I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to use blogging to capture little moments in time, though, both for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; and for my memory. Perhaps I will decide not to scrapbook every single moment that I capture, but I'd like to remember it. I know I could use a traditional journal/diary, and I did for years, but at this time blogging is more immediate for me. I didn't even consider, until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shimelle&lt;/span&gt; mentioned it, that I can always write those things in draft and then decide not to publish. It's funny that I didn't think of it, considering how many blogging ideas I have in draft at the moment (it's not pretty).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This isn't much different than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;, actually. Of course, I choose who may view my scrapbooks far more selectively than I choose who views my blog, but there are still times that I don't want to share everything on a page. Perhaps I don't want to hurt someone who may end up seeing the page at some point. Perhaps it's still too personal to reveal. The options are not recording it at all, using hidden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt; or choosing to journal that aspect in a traditional journal rather than a scrapbook. Or sometimes my solution is to have a private scrapbook outside of my Library of Memories where I record more personal stories with revealing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your solution for personal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt; in your scrapbook or with your blog?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517697483479812893-8292061910199248146?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/bfP8JxVqI68" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8292061910199248146/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/11/public-or-private.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/8292061910199248146?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/8292061910199248146?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/bfP8JxVqI68/public-or-private.html" title="Public Or Private?" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/11/public-or-private.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QDRXo5fCp7ImA9WxNUFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-9128805505638946122</id><published>2009-11-03T17:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:29:34.424-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T15:29:34.424-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging for Scrapbookers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scrapbooking" /><title>Blogging For Scrapbookers</title><content type="html">As if taking Yesterday + Today wasn't keeping me busy enough, I learned about a class by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shimelle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Laine&lt;/span&gt; called &lt;a href="http://shop.shimelle.com/store/product/blog4sb"&gt;Blogging for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Scrapbookers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I understand there's still time to sign up, so click the link if you're interested). The idea is that blogs are handy for capturing the details of our daily lives and make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; (now or later) much easier. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; and blogging are so similar - just words + photos, as Ali Edwards says. The class is $15 and started on Monday, November 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;, so don't delay.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of the nature of the class, there may be new people visiting here, and to you I'd like to say Welcome! I hope you like what you find, and that you'll visit again. Please feel free to comment as I've tried to make it easier. That means no word &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;verification&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My goals for this class are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;writing more meaningful posts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;adding more photos (I realize blogs with photos are more interesting to read, and I'm really working on it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;capturing more details of our days and the funny things Abigail says and does. I haven't decided if I will start a new, private blog to do this or if I will share it here. I know some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; have one blog for everything and some have two to keep things personal. We'll see.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;perhaps even blogging more often&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck!&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/3517697483479812893-9128805505638946122?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/anHf2Yw0yjA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/9128805505638946122/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogging-for-scrapbookers.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/9128805505638946122?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/9128805505638946122?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/anHf2Yw0yjA/blogging-for-scrapbookers.html" title="Blogging For Scrapbookers" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogging-for-scrapbookers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4DR344fip7ImA9WxNUEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-7093492480040025205</id><published>2009-11-03T14:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:36:16.036-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-03T14:36:16.036-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="correspondence" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scrapbooking" /><title>Simpler Scrapbooking</title><content type="html">As I've mentioned, I'm taking the Yesterday + Today class with Ali Edwards at Big Picture &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;. I'm a little behind, since I was out of town for the majority of October. (Isn't it funny how I can manage to post nearly every day when I'm not home, but can't post at all when I am home? Note to self: post more often before anyone catches on.) Anyway, I haven't done any of the layouts yet (there have been four assignments) and I'm just now reading week 5's handout (new content is posted on Thursdays).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Week Five's lesson is about layouts without photos, a subject I've struggled with. I have done quite a few layouts without pictures, but they all seem to be missing something. Then Ali mentioned something that I thought was pretty cool. She suggested adding something to your album that can go straight into a page protector without any embellishment at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oddly enough, this is something that I already do. I think I started it when Abigail was about a year old and had started drawing. Rather than mounting her drawings on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cardstock&lt;/span&gt; for a scrapbook layout, I made sure that some were 12x12 (on white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cardstock&lt;/span&gt;) or 8 1/2 x 11 and I just wrote her name, the date and any important details (what we were doing, if she described her drawing, etc) on the bottom or back and slipped the sheet into a page protector. Then the whole thing goes into her volume in our Library of Memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then, I've started adding more non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scrapbooked&lt;/span&gt; pages to our Library:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the 8 1/2 x 11 marketing flier for the last house we lived in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a marketing flier for in my hometown (it's a historical neighborhood that has walking tours)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;weight and height chart from the pediatrician's office&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also considering adding a few notes and letters from friends when we were growing up. I may be the only kid in the world who did this who saved nearly every note that was ever sent to me. I've asked several of my childhood friends, and have been told they saved the notes until we were adults and then threw them away. This, of course, means that there are no notes out there that I wrote, but I know that the content of ones I wrote is not that different than the ones I saved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Periodically, I also print  emails from friends who send exciting news (or just day-to-day chit-chat). Two friends, in particular, sent their birth stories out with pictures of the new baby. Both of the emails got printed, along with a photo or two, and added directly to our People We Love - Friends volume in our Library of Memories. Sometimes I print the email on neutral cardstock and sometimes it's printed directly on copy paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I certainly enjoy creative scrapbooking, but I know some people see the creative aspect as a stumbling block. For me, it's more important to honor the words and photos, and do it in the easiest way possible. I hope this has given you a few ideas.&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/3517697483479812893-7093492480040025205?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/pPep6W7mstU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7093492480040025205/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/11/simpler-scrapbooking.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/7093492480040025205?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/7093492480040025205?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/pPep6W7mstU/simpler-scrapbooking.html" title="Simpler Scrapbooking" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/11/simpler-scrapbooking.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cMRng-fSp7ImA9WxNVGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-1094286769894062076</id><published>2009-10-30T21:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:04:47.655-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-30T21:04:47.655-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crafts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seasons - fall" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>Today - Late Autumn</title><content type="html">Today we went by the little grocery at the corner of our road. It's owned by a older couple, and they sell vegetables from their garden, local farmers and some items shipped in. I like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;asparagus&lt;/span&gt; from their yard (which is, of course, out of season right now), the local honey, the bulk dried pineapple, and finding little unexpected treats. They often have loaves of freshly baked sourdough. Unfortunately, they are not open in the winter, and I learned that the last day of their season is tomorrow. I miss shopping there so much during the winter.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I am preparing for Halloween tomorrow. I finished the last few stitches on Abigail's costume (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I still need to do a minor amount of hand-sewing to close a seam). Photos will hopefully be here soon. I have pumpkin bread in the oven. I'm trying a recipe I'm not familiar with and I hope we all like it. I'm planning a surprise spread for it too that I feel certain no one will like but me. I will soon start making the chili that will cook tonight and then go in the fridge. Tomorrow we'll put it in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crockpot&lt;/span&gt; so it will be ready for dinner with our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we are having Chinese takeout for dinner because my girlfriend called me yesterday after she picked up some and I've been craving it ever since. We're trying a new restaurant. I hope we like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I've been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt; about several of my childhood photos to use on a layout for Ali Edwards' Yesterday + Today class. I'm really enjoying looking through these old photos for little details that trigger memories. I can't wait to scan in a few more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I let Abigail paint two little canvas bags for tomorrow's trick-or-treating. They're very small, so I'll let her carry two instead of one. Instead of using seasonal colors, we painted them to match her costume. I also ended up with fabric paint on my linoleum and a kitchen towel. The good news is that baking soda will remove just about anything from linoleum. The bad news is that fabric paint doesn't really come out of fabric. We've had that towel a long time, though, so I'm not too worried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I had a very long to-do list and I don't think I even finished half of it (not to mention that there was a lot of stuff that needs to be done that wasn't on the list). I think I might need to make smaller lists. It can be self-defeating to see such a long list. It seems insurmountable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I am considering what to add to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;los&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Muertos&lt;/span&gt; altar for the year. I haven't built one since I was pregnant (at least I think I did one that year), and I've missed it. I lost my Grandaddy about a year and a half ago and I'd like to honor him. And Mama gave me my Grandma's glasses when I was there last week, so I have more of her to add. I hope to discuss this ritual more next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you have a wonderful weekend. Enjoy the last few weeks of fall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517697483479812893-1094286769894062076?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/xfzkvKfCXLA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1094286769894062076/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-late-autumn.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/1094286769894062076?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/1094286769894062076?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/xfzkvKfCXLA/today-late-autumn.html" title="Today - Late Autumn" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-late-autumn.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8EQ307fCp7ImA9WxNVF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-8265334391862900302</id><published>2009-10-28T19:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:00:02.304-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-28T19:00:02.304-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="connections" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scrapbooking" /><title>Remembering and Photo Advice</title><content type="html">I mentioned a few weeks ago that I had started taking &lt;a href="http://aliedwards.typepad.com/"&gt;Ali Edwards'&lt;/a&gt; new class Yesterday + Today at &lt;a href="http://www.bigpicturescrapbooking.com/"&gt;Big Picture &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Week five starts tomorrow (it's a twelve week class), and I'm so far behind. I've actually been out of town for the majority of October (I had a lot of posts in draft that I scheduled to post while I was gone) and while I've been reading the handouts, a lot of the first part of the class involved going through old photos and scanning them for later layouts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I haven't had a chance to do much scanning (or am I the only person without a portable scanner?). I did have the opportunity at my aunt and uncle's (Mama's brother) house to look through ALL of their photo albums (although I suspect I missed a box). I really wish I'd had a scanner with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They live eight hours from where I grew up and while we were always close emotionally, we usually only saw each other once a year. When we did get together, my uncle managed to get some great shots of all the cousins together (I'm one of fifteen cousins spread out over twenty-four years). It was so exciting to see photos of myself and my memories that I hadn't seen before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The real treasure though was photos of my grandparents that I hadn't seen before. Most of them were taken when they visited my uncle, so they looked the way I remember them. I lost both my grandparents when I was twenty years old and I just can't help thinking at times that I just don't have enough photos of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While looking through pictures of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PawPaw&lt;/span&gt;, I can smell his aftershave. The memory is so powerful and poignant. He was a difficult man at times, but I know he loved me and I miss him. I can almost feel the way his skin was leathery and a little scratchy when I'd kiss him. He's been gone fifteen years, and I fear that some memories have faded and I hold onto what I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have one photo of my Grandma where she's laughing hysterically and I can almost hear her. She had an infectious, almost cackling laugh. Kind of a cross between a cackle and a giggle, if that makes sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't remember Grandma liking to have her photo taken. I think there are only two pictures of us alone together (I'm one of fifteen, remember). One is from when I'm a tiny baby. The other is from three months before she passed away. We didn't even know she was sick until a week later. We were leaving her house on Christmas Day and I suddenly had this urge to get my picture in my Grandma's lap (I was very small when I was twenty). There are two pictures: one of me stepping on her foot while sitting down and one of us hugging. I have no idea why I got it into my head to get this shot. I think it's the only picture anyone took of her that day, and it was a fairly large family gathering. The other pictures were of the two toddlers at the time - it was Christmas, after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a reputation now for being a shutterbug. People hide when they see me coming. They want to fix their hair or their face or lose a few pounds or a few years before I get that shot. I've had it suggested to me that I superimpose an old photo of someone so they don't have to have their picture taken when they're "old". The ages of those suggesting that varies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand the sentiment. I have photos of myself that I despise. The thing is, though, I'm not taking the pictures of myself for ME. The pictures are for the people I love. The people who see me each day and will remember the everyday me. Dressed-up, made-up photos are great, and I love formal family portraits. But the next time you try to duck from a camera, think of your grandma or your mom or your dad or someone else you love and how you remember the way they look. And then maybe get over yourself a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel free to remind me of this when I try to hide from your camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517697483479812893-8265334391862900302?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/ZxMdsvg6_ik" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8265334391862900302/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/remembering-and-photo-advice.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/8265334391862900302?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/8265334391862900302?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/ZxMdsvg6_ik/remembering-and-photo-advice.html" title="Remembering and Photo Advice" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/remembering-and-photo-advice.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08EQXw7fCp7ImA9WxNVFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-3362242945157614461</id><published>2009-10-27T15:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T15:30:00.204-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-27T15:30:00.204-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toddler" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="media" /><title>Baby Einstein Doesn't Make Your Child Smarter</title><content type="html">I was prepared to write about something else today, but the headline &lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/parenting/the-great-baby-einstein-scam-531147/"&gt;The Great Baby Einstein Scam&lt;/a&gt; on yahoo caught my eye. Disney is offering a refund to buyers of its Baby Einstein videos because it turns out that babies actually don't get smarter from watching them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't be getting a refund because all of our videos were hand-me-downs. By the time my daughter was born, the American Academy of Pediatrics had already released its recommendation that children under age 2 not watch any television. So, I had several videos but we never watched them. I did feel some pressure to play them sometimes (from the insistent marketing of Disney) but I didn't. I didn't have any reasons to try to occupy her attention with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. I don't work outside the home, so unless we had plans I wasn't trying to get dressed or put on makeup. Occasionally, I wanted a shower but I wasn't going to let her watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; alone while I did that (not judging others who do, but it just didn't work for my situation).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The article I read asks, "So what now? Lose the Leapfrog? Whisk away the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;? How do you plan on keeping (or cutting out) technology in your child's life?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, I plan to keep doing what we're doing. Since Abigail turned two, we have allowed her to watch some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. I try to stick to shows that I feel are appropriate for young children. She enjoys Toot &amp;amp; Puddle and Olivia, both of which are based on children's books that I love. I record Mister Rogers that our local PBS channel airs on weekends. We've recently started watching Sesame Street (previously we would watch Sesame's Play With Me Sesame that is aimed at toddlers rather than preschoolers). There are a couple of other shows that we occasionally watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I aim for programs that show loving, gentle relationships. Toot &amp;amp; Puddle is about two friends who enjoy each other's company, enjoy their friends, and enjoy traveling and learning new things. Olivia is a little pig has a vivid imagination, and loving but firm parents who correct her when she's less-than-nice to her siblings. Sesame Street we mostly watch for the nostalgia factor for me. I don't think Abigail needs to watch it to learn the alphabet or how to read. I work with her on letters and numbers and colors. Sesame Street is for entertainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;, but it is certainly not intended for infant use. We enjoy playing video games from time to time (my husband far more than me), but I don't see us allowing our toddler to play for a while. I think small children should be interacting with people and objects instead of screens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That brings me to Leapfrog. I thought this was really cool when it first came out, and it is from an adult perspective. And of course pushing buttons to create lights and noise amuses children. I still believe, though, that there's a reason children get more excited about the box when they get a gift. There is far more potential in a box than in equipment that has already been designed by an adult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consider: which would you prefer? That your child create a cool object? Or that your child can work an object that someone else created? I know that I'm simplifying the issue, but it's still something to think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517697483479812893-3362242945157614461?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/hlalpP91F9k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3362242945157614461/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-einstein-doesnt-make-your-child.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/3362242945157614461?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/3362242945157614461?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/hlalpP91F9k/baby-einstein-doesnt-make-your-child.html" title="Baby Einstein Doesn't Make Your Child Smarter" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-einstein-doesnt-make-your-child.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMEQHY_fyp7ImA9WxNVEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-5146078251649009489</id><published>2009-10-22T09:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:00:01.847-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-22T09:00:01.847-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chicago" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="play kitchen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="winter" /><title>Chicago - Children's Museum</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt; While we were in Chicago last November, I wanted to check out the &lt;a href="http://www.chicagochildrensmuseum.org/"&gt;Chicago Children's Museum&lt;/a&gt; at the pier. I found out that the museum was free on Thursday evening from 5-8pm, so we planned our trip for then. I was hoping my husband could get off work in time to join us, but it didn't work out. So it was just Abigail, my mom and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I really wanted to see the toddler area, and it was really cool. There were anatomically correct baby dolls and a tub to wash them. Abigail really got into giving the babies a bath, but when she started getting water all over us I choose to find another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;activity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsPBk4n5-kI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GguVpkSVkNI/s320/IMG_1542_edited-1.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387362418684459586" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's when we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Treehouse&lt;/span&gt; Trails exhibit that is designed for kids five and under. There is a stream for catching fish (or playing in the water again), a canoe, a garden (see photo) and a log cabin filled with an awesome play kitchen. There were a lot of kids there (it might have been a better idea to pay at a different time so it would have been less crowded) but Abigail held her own and cooked and gardened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsPBkrTj4pI/AAAAAAAAAJk/m8NrK62I2w8/s320/IMG_1528_edited-1.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387362415109464722" border="0" alt="" /&gt;It was Native American Heritage night or something like that, and a group was making this yummy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flatbread&lt;/span&gt;. I think it was from the Navajo, but I didn't write that down. It was similar to a homemade donut, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsPBkVSg6FI/AAAAAAAAAJc/48lBoC5K2Vg/s1600-h/IMG_1525_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387362409199495250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsPBkVSg6FI/AAAAAAAAAJc/48lBoC5K2Vg/s320/IMG_1525_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This boat was from a special exhibit on circles that was at the museum last fall. I took this photo because Abigail's great-grandfather built boats in Vietnam, and I wanted to ask her Grandma if this is the kind he built. What a cool connection if it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we got to the pier so late that the only thing we saw there was the Children's Museum and a really good pizza place. Parking prices are insane in Chicago, and we were actually staying in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Schaumberg&lt;/span&gt; so the train didn't seem to be an option. If we ever get another chance to go to Chicago I plan to research the L, because between parking and traffic, I don't really want to drive there again. (I mentioned my struggles with Chicago traffic &lt;a href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2008/11/chicago.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517697483479812893-5146078251649009489?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/xBOuqT0g4x0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5146078251649009489/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/chicago-childrens-museum.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/5146078251649009489?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/5146078251649009489?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/xBOuqT0g4x0/chicago-childrens-museum.html" title="Chicago - Children's Museum" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsPBk4n5-kI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GguVpkSVkNI/s72-c/IMG_1542_edited-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/chicago-childrens-museum.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcEQ3c5cCp7ImA9WxNVEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-3973619958153586549</id><published>2009-10-21T09:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:00:02.928-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-21T09:00:02.928-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chicago" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="playtime" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zoo" /><title>Chicago - Lincoln Park Zoo</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO_8r-roII/AAAAAAAAAJU/9aXFKsh4j0Y/s1600-h/IMG_1506_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387360628583932034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO_8r-roII/AAAAAAAAAJU/9aXFKsh4j0Y/s320/IMG_1506_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the benefits of our Louisville Zoo membership is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reciprocal&lt;/span&gt; memberships we get at zoos all across the country. Unfortunately for us, in Chicago our membership only works at Lincoln Park Zoo, one of the country's only free zoos. And our membership does not help with the parking fee (which is $14). Regardless, we enjoyed visiting the Lincoln Park Zoo even though we got there only a couple of hours before closing time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lincoln Park has the typical lions, tigers and bears. As always, we enjoyed all of the animal exhibits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO_8V-rhQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pVicSs7g0IM/s1600-h/IMG_1498_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387360622678344962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO_8V-rhQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pVicSs7g0IM/s320/IMG_1498_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play areas were most exciting to the little girl who loves to get out of her stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO_7zaIVjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sW0N41p2uSY/s1600-h/IMG_1468_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387360613398238770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO_7zaIVjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sW0N41p2uSY/s320/IMG_1468_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter's and my mom's hands in the paw of a tiger. I love hand photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do go to the Lincoln Park Zoo, be prepared for the parking price and get there early. Two hours is definitely not enough time to see everything at a leisurely pace. And a leisurely pace is what you get with a toddler!&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517697483479812893-3973619958153586549?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/WeYbIbz5ZS4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3973619958153586549/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/chicago-lincoln-park-zoo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/3973619958153586549?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/3973619958153586549?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/WeYbIbz5ZS4/chicago-lincoln-park-zoo.html" title="Chicago - Lincoln Park Zoo" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO_8r-roII/AAAAAAAAAJU/9aXFKsh4j0Y/s72-c/IMG_1506_edited-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/chicago-lincoln-park-zoo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEEQXc4fCp7ImA9WxNVEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-1172759525761169720</id><published>2009-10-20T09:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:00:00.934-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-20T09:00:00.934-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chicago" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="playtime" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>Chicago - Oriental Institute</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt; My mom arrived to Chicago on Wednesday (if you're just joining us, this is my story of our trip to Chicago in &lt;a href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2008/11/chicago.html"&gt;November 2008&lt;/a&gt;). I picked her up from the airport mid-morning, then we went to downtown Chicago to look for an Italian beef sandwich and the &lt;a href="http://oi.uchicago.edu/"&gt;Oriental Institute&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I was searching for a restaurant near the University of Chicago campus called &lt;a href="http://featuredfoods.com/cgi-local/SoftCart.exe/a-store/c-EdwardoAns.shtml?E+scstore+edwardo"&gt;Edwardo's&lt;/a&gt;. We had gone there on a trip several years earlier, and I remembered the Italian beef sandwich being wonderful. So we split a sandwich and a pizza and both were wonderful. The service was seriously lacking. I don't think she refilled our drinks the whole time, and we would sit for 20 minutes or more without seeing her at all. It was the same way the first time we went. Also, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Edwardo's&lt;/span&gt; charges extra to put cheese on your sandwich, but they add cheese without asking. If I liked cheese it wouldn't be a problem, but I really don't. Other than that, we really enjoyed the food.&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO-0dLPuBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/jsrAhSbEN1g/s320/IMG_1425_edited-1.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387359387659515922" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; The museum was the reason we were on the University of Chicago campus though. We went to the museum on a trip to Chicago in 2006 (the same trip where we discovered Edwardo's). It is filled with mummies and other artifacts from ancient Egypt, Persia, Mesopotamia, etc. I really wanted my mom to see the piece of the Dead Sea Scrolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; We learned that a museum filled with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;antiquities&lt;/span&gt; might not be the best place for an almost-two year old. She wanted to walk instead of ride in her stroller which might have been fine if there weren't giant sculptures throughout the exhibits. Sculptures that I was sure were either very old or very expensive and very heavy and didn't look very secure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO-09PmbOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qbeHjhItz0c/s320/IMG_1435_edited-1.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387359396267715810" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; My perspective during this trip was different (our previous trip was before I got pregnant), and I noticed more about the children's lives and about motherhood. I found scrolls that were related to childbirth, and we were all fascinated by the toys and games that children played thousands of years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Sorry about the quality of the photos. I think I was trying something new by not using the flash and experiencing motion. Also trying not to get a glare from the display cases.&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/3517697483479812893-1172759525761169720?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/VWTBHBVz_pI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1172759525761169720/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/chicago-oriental-institute.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/1172759525761169720?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/1172759525761169720?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/VWTBHBVz_pI/chicago-oriental-institute.html" title="Chicago - Oriental Institute" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO-0dLPuBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/jsrAhSbEN1g/s72-c/IMG_1425_edited-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/chicago-oriental-institute.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUERX0-eSp7ImA9WxNWGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-6866298350569014241</id><published>2009-10-19T09:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:00:04.351-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-19T09:00:04.351-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chicago" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nature" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="winter" /><title>Chicago - Garfield Park Conservatory</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt; Last November, we had the opportunity to spend nearly a week in Chicago. My husband had to work Tuesday - Friday, which left my then 21 month old and I to amuse ourselves all week (my mom arrived Wednesday morning to play too). I originally planned to blog about my trip shortly after getting back, but never got around to it. So in the true spirit of this blog, I'm going to blog about it this week. (I previously posted about the trip &lt;a href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2008/11/chicago.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The first day in Chicago, I woke up to find it drizzling and trying to snow. I had ideas of things I wanted to do, but I didn't really want to spend any time outside. It was a little colder in Chicago than it was in Louisville (where we live) and I just didn't want to deal with the rain and the cold with a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'm not sure what led me to the &lt;a href="http://www.garfieldconservatory.org/kid_family_fun_v.htm"&gt;Garfield Park Conservatory&lt;/a&gt;. Maybe I googled indoor things to do with a toddler. Maybe I looked through my GPS until something struck my fancy. Whatever it was, we hit the road and found a treasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; One tip: if you plan to go, bring food with you or don't expect much. When I'm in Chicago, I only want Italian beef sandwiches and thought I'd be able to find one nearby. It's possible that I could have, but I was a little afraid to wander too far once I got there and all they had to eat were pre-wrapped sandwiches. I ate nuts and my baby ate puffs and we hit happy hour when we got back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO9Q6G51pI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Cdv96IZ5s48/s320/IMG_1385_edited-1.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387357677439014546" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; I was blown away by the Conservatory. It's absolutely perfect for a dreary day. I wish we had one in Louisville. It was so perfect for this nature girl. The rooms are huge, each one is themed, and my favorite was a forest with streams, large trees and waterfalls. We would walk around corners and not know what was coming next. What a perfect solution to winter doldrums!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It's pretty old, and there are leaks in the ceiling and the walls and ceiling are essentially windows. You'll probably need a jacket just in case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO9QppFW8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/i9RTcOuldOM/s320/IMG_1367_edited-1.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387357673018973122" border="0" alt="" /&gt; There were several koi ponds that made peaceful spots to sit and eat our snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO9QVH2iMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/stUYazeB4Tg/s1600-h/IMG_1360_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387357667510880450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO9QVH2iMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/stUYazeB4Tg/s320/IMG_1360_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who am I kidding? The baby ate snacks through the whole place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO9QDU6KBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/BveRUXIAm9U/s1600-h/IMG_1341_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387357662733805586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO9QDU6KBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/BveRUXIAm9U/s320/IMG_1341_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The children's garden was a favorite. There were plants around the sides, and a little pond, but there were also these giant leaves and a giant bumblebee. There's a crawling area for the little-littles and there's even a slide. We spent a long time in this room. There was hardly anyone there the day we went, so even though she was little she could play to her heart's content. (She gets shoved aside a lot when bigger kids don't see her, and she gets a little anxious in crowds.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So if you're ever in Chicago and looking for a fun day enjoying nature but the weather is bad, visit the Garfield Park Conservatory. Or don't wait for a dreary day. There's also an outdoor garden that I didn't bother to see. And if you're a city planner in Louisville (or Atlanta, for that matter), please look into setting up a conservatory. We could really use something like this during the winter.&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517697483479812893-6866298350569014241?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/JNzpSY3VZ3M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6866298350569014241/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/chicago-garfield-park-conservatory.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/6866298350569014241?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/6866298350569014241?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/JNzpSY3VZ3M/chicago-garfield-park-conservatory.html" title="Chicago - Garfield Park Conservatory" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO9Q6G51pI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Cdv96IZ5s48/s72-c/IMG_1385_edited-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/chicago-garfield-park-conservatory.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcEQ3k-eip7ImA9WxNWFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-2223101700580064572</id><published>2009-10-16T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:00:02.752-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-16T09:00:02.752-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="connections" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sewing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="traditions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby" /><title>Gift for Baby - Giraffes</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;I am the seventh of fifteen cousins. I am one of three girl cousins who were born within less than a year of each other. We weren't always able to get together as often as we liked, but they were both my pen pals for years when we were kids. Oddly enough, the other two had their first children three months apart. When I had my daughter, they each had their second and all three babies were born within five months. The oldest of us just had her third baby and I wanted to make something special to welcome him to the world (and pamper her a little).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO6np_UkFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/E9vEmrV_xnA/s320/IMG_3233_edited-1.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387354769714352210" border="0" alt="" /&gt;I chose to make her a tote bag from Bend the Rules Sewing and two head scarves from Weekend Sewing. This baby is her third boy, so I thought a little pink would help her in the house full of testosterone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO6n40FLjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/E3-gI4TP6Fo/s320/IMG_3235_edited-1.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387354773693738546" border="0" alt="" /&gt;For her baby, I chose to make the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scalloped&lt;/span&gt; baby blanket from Bend the Rules Sewing. I love these blankets. The scallops just add so much style. Instead of leaving one scallop open to finish the blanket, I sewed the whole blanket closed, and then cut a small slit toward one edge, and pulled the blanket through. When I'd done all the ironing and quilting and top stitching, I closed the hole with fusible stripping. Then I sewing a linen patch (backed with fusible interfacing) over the hole and wrote the baby's name with a fabric pen. I also signed it with my name so he'll always know it came with love from his mommy's cousin.&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't the double giraffe pattern so cute? I couldn't get over the it. Giraffes are one of my favorite animals, and I almost decorated our nursery in giraffes. Both fabrics are flannel, but the cream colored side is softer than the skin print. I got both prints at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JoAnn&lt;/span&gt; Fabrics and Crafts.&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/3517697483479812893-2223101700580064572?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/Drw5KfufFOk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2223101700580064572/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/gift-for-baby-giraffes.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/2223101700580064572?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/2223101700580064572?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/Drw5KfufFOk/gift-for-baby-giraffes.html" title="Gift for Baby - Giraffes" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO6np_UkFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/E9vEmrV_xnA/s72-c/IMG_3233_edited-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/gift-for-baby-giraffes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EERXs4cCp7ImA9WxNWFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-4784212450088972926</id><published>2009-10-15T09:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:00:04.538-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-15T09:00:04.538-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sewing" /><title>New fabric</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO7ePUeNRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gsAkr6ZsZyc/s1600-h/IMG_5756_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387355707448112402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO7ePUeNRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gsAkr6ZsZyc/s320/IMG_5756_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the new fabrics I bought at our local quilt shop, &lt;a href="http://www.amongfriendsquiltshop.com/"&gt;Among Friends&lt;/a&gt; late last spring. It's the kind of shop that I love - lots of bright, colorful, trendy fabrics. I've gone into shops that sell traditional prints, but I just can't get into the muted colors. This is really funny, because I'm such a muted colors girl in other areas (as I've been reminded of several times recently, I'm all about earthtones).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Anyway, as much as I love them, I can't usually bring myself to just buy some fabric off the shelf. It's expensive and I have a hard time justifying it without a project in mind. On this day, I had a store coupon so I bought a yard of the cool tree print shown at bottom and I don't even have anything in mind for it (actually, its earthtoned, isn't it?). The other four prints I found in the shops reduced section. I have a tendency to go through there hoping I'll find Amy Butler on sale, but I doubt that will ever happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I especially love the white cherries on the blue on the left and the paper dolls in green in the middle. Actually, I went back and bought more of the cherries and used it to make the sunhat from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lotta-Jansdotters-Simple-Sewing-How/dp/0811852571/ref=pd_sim_b_3"&gt;Lotta Jansdotter's Simple Sewing&lt;/a&gt;. But that's another post.&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/3517697483479812893-4784212450088972926?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/gGWdeQ87kTY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4784212450088972926/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-fabric.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/4784212450088972926?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/4784212450088972926?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/gGWdeQ87kTY/new-fabric.html" title="New fabric" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO7ePUeNRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gsAkr6ZsZyc/s72-c/IMG_5756_edited-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-fabric.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UERX06cCp7ImA9WxNWFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-6461439340208677755</id><published>2009-10-14T09:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:00:04.318-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-14T09:00:04.318-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toddler" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>Kiddie Ice Cream Cone</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO7DEP3pxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/s0lhA3iRMCA/s1600-h/IMG_3642_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387355240619550482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO7DEP3pxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/s0lhA3iRMCA/s320/IMG_3642_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've written about the kiddie size ice cream cones &lt;a href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2008/07/current-favorite-summer-find.html"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt;, but  wanted to show exactly how perfect the size is. On the left is your normal average sized cone, and on the right is the perfect little toddler cone. This is even enough for my six year old niece who loves ice cream. My two year old, on the other hand, has been known to polish off 3 without blinking. I would still rather that she eat the smaller cone, though. It's much more manageable for little hands. I've found them at Target and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ice cream is Kroger's Private Selection Cherry Cordial. It's a better cherry chocolate chip ice cream than many brands I've tried, and it's one of our favorite flavors.&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/3517697483479812893-6461439340208677755?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/5vAdVG0QUY8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6461439340208677755/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/kiddie-ice-cream-cone.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/6461439340208677755?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/6461439340208677755?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/5vAdVG0QUY8/kiddie-ice-cream-cone.html" title="Kiddie Ice Cream Cone" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO7DEP3pxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/s0lhA3iRMCA/s72-c/IMG_3642_edited-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/kiddie-ice-cream-cone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8EQn4-cSp7ImA9WxNWFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-7396316924578188947</id><published>2009-10-13T09:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T09:00:03.059-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-13T09:00:03.059-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sewing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holidays - Easter" /><title>Easter Dress from Weekend Sewing</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsPx-eVh0bI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XD7AGeYENV4/s1600-h/IMG_7421_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387415634862789042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsPx-eVh0bI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XD7AGeYENV4/s320/IMG_7421_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This may be the best photo I've managed of the dress I made for Abigail for Easter. I used the flower girl pattern from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Weekend-Sewing-Projects-Inspired-Stitching/dp/1584796758/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1254761141&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Weekend Sewing by Heather Ross&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I've been holding off on a review of this book because I just couldn't decide how to approach it. It's a beautiful book. I caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of my eye at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sams&lt;/span&gt; one day. I had never heard of it, and didn't realize at the time that it was all the rage on the sewing blogs. Everyone was raving about it. All the projects look so yummy. I wanted to try almost everything I saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I started out by making a head scarf. That went well (although my hubby didn't like it), and I enjoy wearing it around the house. It's a perfect "I have a 2 year old and didn't wash my hair today" scarf or a "I didn't sleep last night and forgot to brush my hair" scarf. I think it's great for new moms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It was spring and getting close to Easter, so I thought a great project would be making an Easter dress for Abigail. The flower girl dress looked perfect and simple, so I thought I'd try it. That's where my nightmare began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The patterns are printed on two large sheets of paper, front and bag. Each individual pattern is printed in a different color and the patterns overlap. So instead of cutting out the pattern and pinning it to the fabric, you trace the pattern using tracing paper and a tracing wheel. I'm sure that's not a big deal to experienced sewers, but I wasn't expecting it. It just seems really complicated. Plus the patterns are stuck to the inside covers with those glue strip things instead of a pocket like in Amy Butler's books. I really prefer the pocket. I also prefer spiral binding to hardcover for a craft/sewing book, but I think CK Media may have spoiled me in that regard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flower girl pattern lists the fabric choices as silk shantung, cotton lawn, or linen. It then indicates that the possibilities are endless. Since I was making this for an active two year old and it wasn't for a wedding, I didn't feel the need to go with a fancy fabric. (I'm not entirely sure what silk shantung is, and I can't find cotton lawn in fabric stores in Kentucky.) We looked through the springy fabrics at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JoAnns&lt;/span&gt;, and decided on this cute lavender daisy seersucker. As I went through the process, I began to curse the seersucker choice, thinking that was the problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the first item of clothing I had made in over 13 years, the last being a pair of pajama pants I made using a Simplicity pattern. I have only ever lined handbags, but the bodice on this dress is lined. I didn't think it would be a big deal, but it ended up being a huge deal because the instructions in the book were incomplete. I read through them over and over and thought I was missing something or that maybe I should even quit sewing. I thought I must be stupid because I couldn't figure out where I was going wrong. Then I saw on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Soulemama's&lt;/span&gt; blog that she made the same dress but had to adapt some instructions that were missing and I realized that a more experienced seamstress would realize the problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently found an &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/1012922@N24/discuss/72157622254119061/"&gt;errata list&lt;/a&gt; on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;flikr&lt;/span&gt; group &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/1012922@N24/"&gt;Projects from Heather Ross' Weekend Sewing&lt;/a&gt;. It was so gratifying to find this group and learn that I was not the only one who was frustrated with the book. I want so badly to make the projects but now I don't trust the instructions. For example, when I finished making the lining on the dress, I looked for the part that told me how to sew the outside of the dress closed, but this step is left out completely. It might not have been bad if I'd ever made a project like this before but I had no idea what to do next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also learned too late that the patterns are on the small side. The book states that the patterns are large, so I made the size 2 for my two year old. My daughter at the time was about 22 lbs. For those of you who haven't had toddlers around, this is approximately the size of a normal one year old. So I felt that a size 2 dress was sufficient. It turned out that the size 2 bodice was so small that if I finished the straps the way the instructions called for, I would not be able to get the dress over her head. I'm not sure if it's possible to put the dress over a child's head with the way the straps are intended. So I sought out hand-sewn snaps, and sewed them onto the spaghetti-width straps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended up finishing this dress at about 2am Easter morning, and I left it out for the Easter Bunny to put into Abigail's basket. She seemed thrilled with it when she found it that morning, but I've only managed to get her to wear it twice. Apparently calling it an "Easter dress" makes it only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;usable&lt;/span&gt; on Easter day. Point noted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This really is a lovely book, and is great for inspiration. I'll look through the errata that I found on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;flikr&lt;/span&gt; and see if I feel confident enough to tackle another pattern. My last complaint about the book is that so many of the fabric choices are for fabrics I've never heard of (and store employees haven't heard of either). I'm not confident enough yet to order large quantities of fabric online. And given the problems with the directions, I'm hesitant to sew a pattern that calls for fabric that sells for $20-30 a yard. Double gauze sounds lovely, but it's only available from Japan, and that involves high prices and large shipping costs. Perhaps someday I'll be that confident in my abilities (or in these patterns).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really really want to like this book. Maybe the publisher will decide to correct the mistakes and do a new print run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you read this book? What did you think? Please feel free to correct me or give me hints. Like I said, I really really want to like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517697483479812893-7396316924578188947?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/zeSFkEh0ahw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7396316924578188947/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/easter-dress-from-weekend-sewing.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/7396316924578188947?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/7396316924578188947?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/zeSFkEh0ahw/easter-dress-from-weekend-sewing.html" title="Easter Dress from Weekend Sewing" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsPx-eVh0bI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XD7AGeYENV4/s72-c/IMG_7421_edited-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/easter-dress-from-weekend-sewing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMEQHsyfCp7ImA9WxNWE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-607362465604725523</id><published>2009-10-12T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:00:01.594-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-12T09:00:01.594-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>Pretzel Rolls</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO3OqW_N7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/7VqPBf1aDiM/s1600-h/IMG_7142_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387351041782003634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO3OqW_N7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/7VqPBf1aDiM/s320/IMG_7142_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We discovered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pretzel&lt;/span&gt; rolls about a year and a half ago when we had dinner at Weber Grill in Chicago. They serve these instead of bread before the meal. It's just pretzel dough shaped into a bun instead of a knot, but they are magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then a few months ago we saw the pretzel episode of Good Eats on the Food Network, and my husband decided to look for a recipe. He found &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/Bretzel-Rolls-Bavarian-Pretzel-Sandwich-Rolls-169790"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Recipezaar&lt;/span&gt;. They were a huge hit. (We've actually found quite a few recipes on &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/"&gt;recipezaar.com&lt;/a&gt; that we love.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We each had a couple, then took some to some of our neighbors and we still had just enough to use as hamburger buns the next day. They make fabulous hamburger buns. I'm trying to convince him to make them as hot dog buns too. I'm not a huge fan of hot dogs but I don't think it would be so bad to have one on a pretzel roll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I might need to convince him to make another batch soon, regardless of the shape. Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517697483479812893-607362465604725523?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/pB22my3d-1s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/607362465604725523/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/pretzel-rolls.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/607362465604725523?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/607362465604725523?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/pB22my3d-1s/pretzel-rolls.html" title="Pretzel Rolls" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO3OqW_N7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/7VqPBf1aDiM/s72-c/IMG_7142_edited-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/pretzel-rolls.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUERH84eyp7ImA9WxNWEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-6724922527030297109</id><published>2009-10-09T09:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:00:05.133-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-09T09:00:05.133-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sewing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>Our Cloth Napkins</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; My two year old daughter likes napkins. We keep our (paper) napkins on a turntable in the center of the table, and she tries to grab a new one each time the one she's using gets a little dirty. If you've ever had a two year old, you may have an idea of how often that is! Actually, I'm able to go through an embarrassingly large quantity of paper napkins myself even while using the whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsPwS_eMOZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zrSk-j2wOQ4/s320/IMG_7342_edited-1.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387413788331620754" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; So one day a month or so ago, after finishing a tote bag or something I realized that I had a fairly large scrap left, but it wasn't big enough to make a bag or anything. I loved the fabric and wanted to be able to see it often. Then it occurred to me that it was just large enough to make Abigail her own cloth napkin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; When I gave it to her, I emphasized that it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; napkin for her very own to use during meals. She liked the apple and pear print, and was pleased that it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;her very own&lt;/span&gt;. She showed it off to her daddy and used it at each meal. After a few weeks (of course I wash it every few days), she started to lean toward the paper napkins again. That's when I realized that it wouldn't be an effective switch unless the whole family participated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; That night I went through my entire stash and pulled out varying sizes of scraps. You may recognize prints from a few bags I've made. The darker green has little cream hearts on it, and is from remnants of fabric from a dress I had made for a bridesmaid dress over ten years ago (yes, it's cotton, and yes the bride wasn't happy about my fabric choice).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made several more smallish napkins for Abigail, a medium sized one for me, and a large (18x18) one for my husband. (Just like the three bears!) I love mine far more than I expected. I don't really care for cloth napkins at restaurants, but I now realize that it's the fabric quality that I don't care for. There is something to be said for making cloth napkins from quilting cotton!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsPwSi07voI/AAAAAAAAAKc/OlkyNthIqAU/s320/IMG_7341_edited-1.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387413780642381442" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; One of the napkins is more of a rectangle than a square, none of them match, and none of them are the same size. I think they really fit our family well, though. I'm on the lookout for more funky fabrics as it would be nice to have extras. These are double-sided instead of hemmed, and I "quilted" a folding line into them to make them more like paper napkins (we can easily fold them into quarters). I think I got the idea from the book Weekend Sewing by Heather Ross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've hardly used any paper napkins since I made these, which is quite an achievement for our family. Yea for one less household expense!&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/3517697483479812893-6724922527030297109?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/hftAIPzW3eI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6724922527030297109/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-cloth-napkins.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/6724922527030297109?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/6724922527030297109?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/hftAIPzW3eI/our-cloth-napkins.html" title="Our Cloth Napkins" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsPwS_eMOZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zrSk-j2wOQ4/s72-c/IMG_7342_edited-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-cloth-napkins.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUERX8zcSp7ImA9WxNWEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-8220068093138929451</id><published>2009-10-09T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:00:04.189-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-09T09:00:04.189-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Waldorf" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seasons - fall" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nature" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nature table" /><title>Our Nature Table</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO5NG79hZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/LA71vJH9pTw/s1600-h/IMG_4289_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387353214116791698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO5NG79hZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/LA71vJH9pTw/s320/IMG_4289_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the nature table I made for my daughter last fall (2008). It includes leaves from the park a few miles away where my husband and I got engaged and some sticks, pine cones and tree branches ("blocks") from my parents' house two states away. I turned her kiddie "pool" (it's actually an ice bucket or something) upside down on our porch to use as the table. We have an extremely active kitty who could decide at any moment to eat or play with everything on this table. I thought outdoors might be the best place for it. I haven't made this year's table yet, but hopefully it won't take me a year to post it!&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/3517697483479812893-8220068093138929451?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/nTbbDbnXiAQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8220068093138929451/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-nature-table.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/8220068093138929451?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/8220068093138929451?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/nTbbDbnXiAQ/our-nature-table.html" title="Our Nature Table" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO5NG79hZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/LA71vJH9pTw/s72-c/IMG_4289_edited-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-nature-table.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8EQX8-cSp7ImA9WxNWEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-2906878311386323592</id><published>2009-10-08T09:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:00:00.159-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-08T09:00:00.159-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crafts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toddler art" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bend the rules sewing" /><title>Painting Rocks</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsPutE8IvxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/2r_BJurMMgI/s1600-h/IMG_7329_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387412037452742418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsPutE8IvxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/2r_BJurMMgI/s320/IMG_7329_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Painting rocks is one of our new favorite activities. I bought liquid tempera paint a while back, and we paint on paper from time to time. There's just something about the tactile, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sculptural&lt;/span&gt; feel to painting a rock that we both like, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsPusSZmNMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dzjYbjPqikw/s1600-h/IMG_7337_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387412023886099650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsPusSZmNMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dzjYbjPqikw/s320/IMG_7337_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rocks in our yard are mostly large gravel pieces that were left behind from the construction equipment when our house was built. There are also quite a few man-made rocks - chunks of concrete with gravel in them. Once they have paint on them, you can't tell what they used to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsPusJW0PGI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IEcjVNI5BgY/s1600-h/IMG_7327_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387412021458517090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsPusJW0PGI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IEcjVNI5BgY/s320/IMG_7327_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tempera paint is kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gloppy&lt;/span&gt;, and I noticed that they didn't dry when we left them outside. Of course, Abigail kind of pours the paint on and then starts painting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;newspaper&lt;/span&gt; and herself too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The smock she is wearing was a birthday present from me. I made it using the swing-swing smock in Bend the Rules Sewing by Amy Karol. I made two, one from the full size pattern Amy suggests and one a little smaller. Abigail is very small for her age, and I just thought the big one was too big. Turns out that it isn't. We mostly use the larger size. I made them thinking she could wear them around the house or something, but I can only get her to wear them if I ask if she wants to paint. She at least knew where they were and what I was talking about though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517697483479812893-2906878311386323592?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/VTpFbMqQUis" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2906878311386323592/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/painting-rocks.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/2906878311386323592?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/2906878311386323592?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/VTpFbMqQUis/painting-rocks.html" title="Painting Rocks" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsPutE8IvxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/2r_BJurMMgI/s72-c/IMG_7329_edited-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/painting-rocks.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMEQnc4fyp7ImA9WxNXGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-1465944246358092811</id><published>2009-10-07T09:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:00:03.937-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-07T09:00:03.937-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seasons - fall" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recipe" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>Deanna's Vegetable Soup</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO4yyeVIBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mlFs8gerPac/s320/IMG_4023_edited-1.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387352761947201554" border="0" alt="" /&gt;My vegetable soup is a recipe that my mama and I have been adapting and using for years. I'm not sure if there has ever been a real recipe for it. We like to make large batches and eat it with cornbread for several days. Once it's gone, we make another huge batch. At least that's what we did when I lived at home. Today marks ten years since I moved from my parents' house where I grew up in Georgia to Kentucky. I still make this soup but not nearly as often. It's hard to eat the whole batch of soup and keep making more when it's just me wanting it. I still make it almost weekly in the fall and winter though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO4zE4cx8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/A1E1F9Ixgkc/s320/IMG_4024_edited-1.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387352766888593346" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom uses leftover roast beef (what some seem to call "pot roast") chopped up into bite size chunks in hers. I don't really think about it, and to me that's beef vegetable soup not vegetable soup. Somewhere along the way, we got into use dark red kidney beans for the protein and I think it works really well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here's a very loose recipe. I don't use all the vegetables all the time. This works with whatever you have on hand and like to eat. I pretty much always use green beans, because I always have them (my mom used to can up to 300 quarts of beans each summer - we always had green beans). I consider this a tomato-based soup, too, so I always use at least one can of tomatoes in some form (but not tomato sauce - it needs to be tomatoes). When I was in college (I think) we got introduced to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rotel&lt;/span&gt; by a boyfriend of mine (I think that's where this came from) and now I always add a can of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rotel&lt;/span&gt;. I think that's what makes this soup so addictive. The only time I don't use the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rotel&lt;/span&gt; is if I'm making it for someone else, and I'm unsure of their spicy tolerance. My tolerance is fairly low, so I don't consider this a very spicy dish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beauty of the soup is that it takes like soup, not the individual vegetables. When we were little, we would look at it, and say "I don't like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;butterbeans&lt;/span&gt;, I don't want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;butterbeans&lt;/span&gt;" or "I don't like corn, I don't want corn" and Mama would say "Close your eyes and eat it and you won't know it's there." Yes, that actually worked. You don't know it's there if you aren't looking at it. So I like to add vegetables that I don't normally care to eat but have high nutritional value.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kind of add things in a pot until it looks like enough. You'll have to go by the size of your pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deanna's Vegetable Soup (I think my mom's may be sufficiently different now)&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;garlic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 medium onion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 carrots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 stalks of celery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 can of green beans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 can stewed or chopped tomatoes (usually use 14 oz can)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 can dark red kidney beans, drained and rinsed (especially if there's corn syrup in the can - yuck!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other various veggies, including 1/2 head of cabbage (I definitely don't always use this); frozen soup vegetable mixes (corn, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;butterbeans&lt;/span&gt;, peas, carrots, etc); 1 or 2 large potatoes, cut into bite size pieces (the smaller the pieces, the quicker they'll cook, but shouldn't be too small); squash; zucchini; any other veggies that sound good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes I use a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;knorr&lt;/span&gt; veggie soup mix, too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dried oregano, to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saute the garlic in a little bit of olive oil for a few minutes on medium heat. This is a change I made to the recipe. I just like sauteing garlic! Sometimes I will also chop the onion and saute it too. Sometimes I just chop into chunks and add it to the soup. Chop the carrots and celery into bite size pieces. If I'm in a hurry, I may through them into the saute process before adding the other veggies just to give them more of a chance to cook. Then I start adding the cans of veggies and any other veggies I'm using. I don't always use potatoes, especially if I'm trying to lose weight. This soup is practically zero point if you're on Weight Watchers, so I try not to add additional points. If you've made your soup too spicy or salty, though, potatoes will help take away the heat and salt. Cook on medium heat for about until it's bubbling well, then turn the heat down to about medium low heat, and cook until done. Test the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doneness&lt;/span&gt; of the harder veggies by cutting them with your stirring spoon or a fork. I like mine stay the same shape, but able to be cut through. You can cook it to your desired &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;doneness&lt;/span&gt;, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This can also be cooked in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;crockpot&lt;/span&gt;. Just make sure that if you use potatoes, they stay under the liquid. Dried out potatoes in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;crockpot&lt;/span&gt; are not good. If I'm using the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;crockpot&lt;/span&gt; method, I do not saute anything, and I will often put the soup together the night before and put it in the fridge overnight. If you do this and plan to use potatoes, put them in before adding the cans of vegetables with liquid. This will keep them under the liquid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not use any broths or stocks for my soup (although I think my mom does). I like the flavor of vegetables to come through instead getting a meat flavor. I do add some water as the soup cooks down if I don't put a lid on the pot. I know the soup commercial says that adding water to a soup is a bad thing, but I disagree if it's a homemade soup (or my homemade soup, anyway).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're a little self-conscious about cooking, this is a good recipe to try. It doesn't matter what veggies you use and it's open to experimentation. I think learning to cook is all about learning what you like and trusting yourself to get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you enjoy my soup!&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/3517697483479812893-1465944246358092811?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/H8Vg7P01xmU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1465944246358092811/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/deannas-vegetable-soup.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/1465944246358092811?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/1465944246358092811?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/H8Vg7P01xmU/deannas-vegetable-soup.html" title="Deanna's Vegetable Soup" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__cnn3oAx_2g/SsO4yyeVIBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mlFs8gerPac/s72-c/IMG_4023_edited-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/deannas-vegetable-soup.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMARHk_eyp7ImA9WxNXGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517697483479812893.post-2337331247976033674</id><published>2009-10-06T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:00:45.743-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-06T13:00:45.743-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="traditions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scrapbooking" /><title>Ali Edwards and Stacy Julian</title><content type="html"> I started taking Ali Edwards new Big Picture &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; class, Yesterday + Today, on Friday. The class is based on her philosophy of words + photos. From what I can tell, we will be making an album containing the stories (at least some of them) that we would want people to know about us if we were no longer here to tell them. Since I mentioned recently that I'm working on a similar album for my daughter, I'm very excited about this. We'll also have the ability to make some of the pages digitally using Ali's own digital designs she's made exclusively for the class.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; A few weeks ago, I posted my &lt;a href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/09/12-layouts.html"&gt;12 stories&lt;/a&gt; that I wanted to make sure that I scrapbook. This class will build on that and help me get these stories in a album. I had several comments on that post about the time and organization that is involved in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; our memories. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; does involve time and organization, but perhaps not in the way you might think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I've had to organize my photos (through the Library of Memories class at Big Picture &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; or the book Photo Freedom by Stacy Julian). I took the class, organized some of my photos according to the system, and then take a little time here and there to organize the rest (and stay current as I take photos).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I do take time to scrapbook, but I still don't do it as often as I'd like. I try to make sure none of my pages take more than 15-30 minutes each. If my daughter is awake, I might set her up to draw or something else non-messy while she works next to me. I've actually had her work on pages about her grandparents with me. I put the photos down where she tells me, put a piece of patterned paper down where she tells me, and then I let her "journal." Then I wrote a little about the photo and her relationship with the grandparent and why I let her draw all over the page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually don't have Abigail's first year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scrapbooked&lt;/span&gt;. I have the album and pages all ready but I haven't gotten around to pulling the photos or doing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt;. I did keep a daily journal for most of the first two years, although I didn't start that until she was seven months old. I have notes here and there for that period. The point is, I'm not stressed about not having her 1st year album done. And I'm certainly not making her an album a year until she moves out. All the other pages are for me. (Actually, the first year might be for me, too. We'll see.) I scrapbook the stories and photos that I feel the need to scrapbook at the times that I sit down. I do not feel like I'm behind because I know where my stories and photos are and can get to them when I'm ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're interested in taking &lt;a href="http://www.bigpicturescrapbooking.com/yesterdaytoday.php"&gt;Ali's class&lt;/a&gt;, there is still time to sign up. Registration closes on October 7 at 10pm. The work load is not going to be huge - just one layout a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In related news, Stacy Julian is no longer blogging on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;typepad&lt;/span&gt;. She has started her own website at &lt;a href="http://stacyjulian.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Stacyjulian&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;. This website is meant to help fill in the gap left by Simple Scrapbooks. Not only does she blog from this site now, but there are also pod casts, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;playlists&lt;/span&gt;, and inspiration not only for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; but for life. I love the way this new site feels like a scrapbook of Stacy all on its own. Check it out. I'm really looking forward to sitting down to enjoy the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pod casts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my goals is to help people see that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; is not all about cut and paste. The creativity part is fun, but my favorite part is the documenting the connection between people (and places and things). And using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; as a way to connect with people. My daughter loves to look through our People We Love section in our Library of Memories. We have four (not completely full) albums in this section, and most of the people we love live far away from us. It's so much fun to look through these albums and remember people we don't get to see often or introduce Abigail to people she doesn't know yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all about connecting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517697483479812893-2337331247976033674?l=funmama-deanna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FunMama/~4/6W2-3YPQwl8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2337331247976033674/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/ali-edwards-and-stacy-julian.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/2337331247976033674?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517697483479812893/posts/default/2337331247976033674?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FunMama/~3/6W2-3YPQwl8/ali-edwards-and-stacy-julian.html" title="Ali Edwards and Stacy Julian" /><author><name>Fun Mama - Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482181499301423093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09776537744790794739" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://funmama-deanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/ali-edwards-and-stacy-julian.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
