<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402594045300968928</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:38:41.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Weavers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DREAM WEAVERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374868753533432282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402594045300968928.post-4477226034413686333</id><published>2008-11-11T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:02:41.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you just go whoa</title><content type='html'>Ive had two kids have a birthday in the last 5 days. Nothing like realizing your baby is 1/2 way to adulthood to make you reflect. Yesterday while going potty (i know tmi-but theres a point) anyways I stopped and took a look around and realized Im in here alone. I know you moms know exactly what Im talking about. I can close the door and take care of business with out any inerference from the other side. Arent you jealous? Trust me it rocks! No one told me when you became a parent for the first 5-10 years there would be a alarm that would go off in your childs head that alerted them to you needing to releive yourself. And that at exactly that moment your child will have a 5 alarm emergency, you know the one where they cant find there sock or favorite bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402594045300968928-4477226034413686333?l=dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/feeds/4477226034413686333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402594045300968928&amp;postID=4477226034413686333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default/4477226034413686333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default/4477226034413686333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/2008/11/sometimes-you-just-go-whoa.html' title='Sometimes you just go whoa'/><author><name>DREAM WEAVERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374868753533432282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402594045300968928.post-4775190074454824576</id><published>2008-10-29T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:49:36.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;All About My First Baby&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Were you married at the time? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What were your reactions when you found out you were pregnant?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;woops, and ut oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How old were you? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How did you find out you were pregnant? i bought a home test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who did you tell first?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Did you want to find out the sex? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Due date?   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;dec 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did you deliver early or late?late 12/16/97&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you have morning sickness? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What did you crave? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;coconut creme pie from furrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who irritated you the most? everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What was your first child’s sex?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How many pounds did you gain throughout the pregnancy? 90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Did you have any complications during your pregnancy?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nope just took her sweet time getting here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where did you give birth? mesquite, tx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How many hours were you in labor?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who drove you to the hospital?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who watched? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;my best friend at the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Was it vaginal or c-section?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; vag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Did you take medicine to ease the pain? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;heck ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How much did your child weigh? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;8 lbs 7 1/2 oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What did you name him/her? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;thats for me to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How old is your first born today? will be 11 in 1 month 16 days or so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402594045300968928-4775190074454824576?l=dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/feeds/4775190074454824576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402594045300968928&amp;postID=4775190074454824576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default/4775190074454824576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default/4775190074454824576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-about-my-first-baby-1.html' title=''/><author><name>DREAM WEAVERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374868753533432282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402594045300968928.post-4737628494795208693</id><published>2008-10-17T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:28:03.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_94rqhrCc1wA/SPkRVdcpoRI/AAAAAAAAANE/RqfsbucuXfA/s1600-h/Ref_GALVESTON+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_94rqhrCc1wA/SPkRVdcpoRI/AAAAAAAAANE/RqfsbucuXfA/s400/Ref_GALVESTON+198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258253100311486738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ive always been fascinated with photography. Took some classes in high school, even learned how to develop film.  So I've been fooling around some here and there.....here's some of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_94rqhrCc1wA/SPkPXHwY4XI/AAAAAAAAAM0/HBu2CBgI3Hs/s1600-h/IMG011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_94rqhrCc1wA/SPkPXHwY4XI/AAAAAAAAAM0/HBu2CBgI3Hs/s400/IMG011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258250929825177970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94rqhrCc1wA/SPkPrhhHX5I/AAAAAAAAAM8/RsC1rSzZ3B0/s1600-h/IMG016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94rqhrCc1wA/SPkPrhhHX5I/AAAAAAAAAM8/RsC1rSzZ3B0/s400/IMG016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258251280337821586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402594045300968928-4737628494795208693?l=dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/feeds/4737628494795208693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402594045300968928&amp;postID=4737628494795208693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default/4737628494795208693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default/4737628494795208693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-new.html' title='Something new'/><author><name>DREAM WEAVERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374868753533432282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_94rqhrCc1wA/SPkRVdcpoRI/AAAAAAAAANE/RqfsbucuXfA/s72-c/Ref_GALVESTON+198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402594045300968928.post-527378644940316972</id><published>2008-10-17T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:10:41.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IM BACK!</title><content type='html'>After a lost password and many other technical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;difficulties&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; finally back. So much has happened since my last post, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know where to begin............So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; just jump right on in. First my son is doing great, had his knee looked at. Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Osgood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Slater&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a terrible speller) aka jumpers knee aka growing pains. While &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;they're&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alittle&lt;/span&gt; more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;painfull&lt;/span&gt; then growing pains, its nothing serious and he will out grow in the next few years. Praise GOD. Second, I have a ongoing serious issue with my youngest child.  Sometimes I feel a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;exorcism&lt;/span&gt; is in need. She will go from my sweet funny baby, to a screaming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lunatic&lt;/span&gt;, for no reason I can come up with. I have been talking to Dr.s (we wont go into those feelings) since she was 3. NO ONE WOULD LISTEN TOO ME. When they did, it was only to tell me to try time outs, stricter discipline, or my favorite Maybe shes not as bad as you think she is. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; her mom I am suppose to be bias when it comes to my kids, and think they are angles. This one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways this Dr. I am seeing says she might be bi-polar, while I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; quite hitting the nail on the head, we are at least getting some where. Of coarse it took me video taping my baby to prove my point, but what ever it takes, right? Now we are waiting for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;physciatrist&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;., mind you i have been trying for a month now to find one, with no luck. The closest one is in Terrell, 1 hr and 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; each way. So for now I have no choice but to leave it in GODS hands to show me the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto other news, schools going great. Kids are doing very well, couldnt be prouder. My son has found a love for community service (yes im beaming). Hopefull if things go they way I hope, the kids and I are hoping to provide a family or 2 with a thanksgiving meal (his idea) and My oldest want to donate all her birthday gifts to toys for tots (my eyes are tearing up). You know you are doing something right when your kids come to you with ideas like these.  They are all great kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402594045300968928-527378644940316972?l=dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/feeds/527378644940316972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402594045300968928&amp;postID=527378644940316972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default/527378644940316972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default/527378644940316972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-back.html' title='IM BACK!'/><author><name>DREAM WEAVERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374868753533432282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402594045300968928.post-2285365361761680467</id><published>2008-08-29T11:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:18:10.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise GOD</title><content type='html'>Well today my sons feeling better......Thank goodness. Guess it was a parasite or something to that effect. I wont go into detail how I know but let me say I'm pretty lucky to have any wallpaper left on the bathroom walls.  Anyways, I hope everyone has a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402594045300968928-2285365361761680467?l=dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/feeds/2285365361761680467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402594045300968928&amp;postID=2285365361761680467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default/2285365361761680467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default/2285365361761680467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/2008/08/praise-god.html' title='Praise GOD'/><author><name>DREAM WEAVERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374868753533432282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402594045300968928.post-5886367926283744410</id><published>2008-08-29T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:15:34.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Belong in 1959&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatyeardoyoubelonginquiz/50s.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatyeardoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What Year Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402594045300968928-5886367926283744410?l=dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/feeds/5886367926283744410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402594045300968928&amp;postID=5886367926283744410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default/5886367926283744410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default/5886367926283744410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-belong-in-1959-youre-fun-loving.html' title=''/><author><name>DREAM WEAVERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374868753533432282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402594045300968928.post-5642712856894301268</id><published>2008-08-27T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:38:04.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...More love than hate...</title><content type='html'>Well they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; send him to a e.n.t., turns out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; right and the nurse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; know what shes talking about.  They did however do more lab work on him, we're checking his liver, spleen, kidney function, and thyroid. Doctor seems just as puzzled as me. We are however &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;upping&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vitamin&lt;/span&gt; c intake, so if this is some sort of virus, he'll have help fighting it. I feel a little better, but not totally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402594045300968928-5642712856894301268?l=dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/feeds/5642712856894301268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402594045300968928&amp;postID=5642712856894301268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default/5642712856894301268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default/5642712856894301268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/2008/08/updatemore-love-than-hate.html' title='Update...More love than hate...'/><author><name>DREAM WEAVERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374868753533432282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402594045300968928.post-6004555853237390968</id><published>2008-08-27T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:03:12.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day, another doctors appointment</title><content type='html'>As some of you know I have a real love/hate relationship with doctors right now. My baby boy (shh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; tell him i said that) is STILL feeling crummy. I spoke with the doctor Monday and got his labs, she said his red blood cell count was a little high, his bloods a little thin (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldve&lt;/span&gt; told them that, bump his nose and we have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;geyser&lt;/span&gt; on our hands), but other than that everything looks good. Lets take the wait and see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;approach&lt;/span&gt;, made it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; and called for yet another appointment for today. He feels &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt;. They mentioned something about sending him to a E.N.T. but something tells me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;solution&lt;/span&gt;, he has really bad headaches, stomach aches and swollen cervical lymph nodes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not a professional or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; but what a ear, nose and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;throat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. going to do for all that? I was thinking maybe a internist or something along those lines. But hey what do I know? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; just a mom (which if you ask me, make me a semi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note. The kids are still liking school, I know its only the third day and things will change. So for now I'm enjoying it with them. My oldest is in the last grade our school goes to, so they rule the roost. The only thing I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like about school is all the fund raisers they have, which I know are for a good cause, but they do so many of them, the stuff is WAY over priced....and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know anyone for the kids to sell the stuff too. I'd just rather keep collecting the box tops ad make a donation when i can afford it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402594045300968928-6004555853237390968?l=dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/feeds/6004555853237390968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402594045300968928&amp;postID=6004555853237390968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default/6004555853237390968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default/6004555853237390968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-day-another-doctors-appointment.html' title='Another day, another doctors appointment'/><author><name>DREAM WEAVERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374868753533432282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402594045300968928.post-6390788149324808851</id><published>2008-08-25T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:41:27.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Venting</title><content type='html'>Why is that everytime I go to the doctor either for myself or take the kids (or hubby) that I always leave feeling like I've been completely blown off? With the exception of one really terific dr. I always feel like the dr thinks im lieing about whatever reason im there for. And i cant go back to the one dr. I liked cause he doesnt take my medicaid.&lt;br /&gt;Case in point:My son has had knee pain off and on for over a year now, he had a blow to the knee playing baseball in '06. The dr.s saw a cyst on his mri but brushed it off as nothing. At the time I was o.k with the wait and see aproach, but now both knees and ankles hurt him almost constantly. Another strange thing that is going on with him is the lymph nodes in his neck and head keep swelling up and he gets these horrible stomach and head aches with them. After dealing with his pcp and them not being to concerned the first time i took him in for it, i decided to go to the e.r. the second time it happened (only way to see another dr on medicaid.) They did blood work on him said everything is normal and sent him on his way. Third time it happened we were on vacation. Fourth time i take him back to his pcp they do lab work on him. It takes 3 days to get the labs back, its now the 8th day and ive been calling since the 5th.  I finally talk to someone only to have them ask me what the labs were for, and what kind they did. HOW CAN THEY NOT KNOW what labs they did? But they finally find them tell me everything is normal, except for a high red blood cell count and thin blood(?) Take the wait and see approach. Im ready to come unglued, my kid feels  horrible.  If i change dr.s now it puts me about 6 weeks behind on getting him into childrens hospital for his knees (which is already a very long process).  what can i do besides freak myself out reading the Internet about what could be wrong with my son and pray?  How as a mom can i sit here and wait? Could his knee and ankle pain be tied together with the lymph nodes? Why cant  i get the dr to listen to me? GGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second case in point: Hubby went to the dr (diff. than my sons) last week for back pain and swollen knee. He had surgery (spinal fusion) about 19 years ago and now has 2 very very large knots sticking out of his back. He tried exercising to lose some belly and take pressure off his spine, but in the process has jarred his knee and can hardly walk. The dr looks at his back (no xray) and says yep you got a knot there, looks at his knee and says i kid you not, yep its swollen. Then says I cant just go giving you something for pain so take some aspirin. THATS IT. Thats all they did (oh and charged us $200), when he left there he said he felt like he was treated like a drug addict. Riddle me this batman if he wanted drugs dont you think he wouldve done that before 19 years had past? There is something wrong and you can see it with your very own eyes, and they do nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like, unless you have real insurance, they dont treat you seriously. If you have insurance they'll order all kinds of unnecessary test that you dont need to make a buck. When you dont have insurance they just blow you off. I just dont get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402594045300968928-6390788149324808851?l=dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/feeds/6390788149324808851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402594045300968928&amp;postID=6390788149324808851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default/6390788149324808851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default/6390788149324808851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/2008/08/venting.html' title='Venting'/><author><name>DREAM WEAVERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374868753533432282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402594045300968928.post-3188549034255926303</id><published>2008-08-25T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T08:15:00.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOO!!</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of school, and after all the moaning and groaning I heard from the kids all weekend long, they were up before me at 5 a.m. Dressed and ready to . Can you hear it? Thats the sound of nothing!!!! No fighting, no temper tantrums, no nothing. Aint it great? At least until I get a job. I think for today I'll just enjoy it, the employment pages will be there tommaro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402594045300968928-3188549034255926303?l=dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/feeds/3188549034255926303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402594045300968928&amp;postID=3188549034255926303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default/3188549034255926303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default/3188549034255926303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/2008/08/woohoo.html' title='WOOHOO!!'/><author><name>DREAM WEAVERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374868753533432282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402594045300968928.post-6420737468881762692</id><published>2008-08-20T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:27:09.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 days and counting</title><content type='html'>5 days till school starts, and while i know i'll miss the little buggers while theyre gone, i cant wait. I want to clean my house with out some little tornado coming behind me and distroying it. No more MOM! she called me a name, MOM wheres my so-so. On another note I'll most likly be going back to work, so the peace and quiet I crave will be short lived. :( Oh well, I'm greatfull to God that I was able to stay home with my kids as long as I have. I dont feel as guilty going to work now knowing theyre at school most of the time anyways. Hopefully whatever job I find is understanding when I have to take off with the kids. My boy's knees are acting up on him again so it looks like another feild trip to Childrens Ortho Clinic, I know that is the best place for him to be, but its so far and takes so long to get in. Maybe I'll be able to sneek a peek at baby Ive been praying for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402594045300968928-6420737468881762692?l=dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/feeds/6420737468881762692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402594045300968928&amp;postID=6420737468881762692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default/6420737468881762692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default/6420737468881762692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/2008/08/5-days-and-counting.html' title='5 days and counting'/><author><name>DREAM WEAVERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374868753533432282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402594045300968928.post-1895723120656418313</id><published>2008-08-17T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:32:58.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And here we go</title><content type='html'>A neighbor friend of mine started her own blog a long time ago, been meaning to give it a try, so here i go. Now if only i could figure it out........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402594045300968928-1895723120656418313?l=dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/feeds/1895723120656418313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6402594045300968928&amp;postID=1895723120656418313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default/1895723120656418313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402594045300968928/posts/default/1895723120656418313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamweaver2003.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-here-we-go.html' title='And here we go'/><author><name>DREAM WEAVERS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374868753533432282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
