<?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-20485114</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:04:32.736-06:00</updated><category term='GWI'/><category term='1 point foods'/><category term='Food Finds'/><category term='journal'/><title type='text'>The road I'm on...</title><subtitle type='html'>First as believer, then as wife and mother...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-5522621391023150356</id><published>2009-11-24T14:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:34:20.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New home.</title><content type='html'>I bought my domain and am in the processes of setting up a new blog (one where hopefully pictures will load better.)  I'm going to be moving files and changing names, but for now....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.ourbigscreendreams.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ENJOY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-5522621391023150356?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/5522621391023150356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=5522621391023150356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5522621391023150356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5522621391023150356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-home.html' title='New home.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-402089857320842966</id><published>2009-11-19T21:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:00:35.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting is the hardest part.  PART 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so, most of you know, my husband is a film producer.  my husband dreams of making good films, quality films...better said, he wants to make films that the whole family can watch and he wants them to be made well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when i first met chad he said, "i'm a producer." and i swooned at the thought of him working hard "producing" although i had no real idea of what that meant. i thought he was living the life "producing" these equestrian shows.  he said it was God's calling on his life, um ok?  (i was living a life full of sin, i didn't really care at that time what God's calling was on anyones life).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;turns out producing isn't so much glamorous.  in fact, those equestrian shows ended up screwing chad and leaving him jobless right after we met.  he always talked these big dreams....i talked to him about finding a J-O-B so he could marry me.  (no seriously, that honestly was my only motive).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to clear something up, a producer is the ring leader so to speak.  there are many types of producers: line producers, executive producers.... but bottom line, my husbands job is to hire crew, makes sure said crew is working hard and happy, make the budget and make sure he's staying in that budget.  of course, every job is different. sometimes he may be more the line (budget) guy.  other times he's needed more on set.  but you get the idea right...  okay..i'll go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;may 03 chad gets to be a PA on a short film, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0377044/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cliche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  agrees to fly himself out there and work for cheap--realllllllly cheap.  say what?  i could not understand this at all.  why would anyone do such a stupid thing?  and what is a PA?  oh, a production assistant, that sounds important.... it really isn't.  seriously, its like the lowest job.  but, he reminded me, "it's my calling" i remember chad working so hard.  a lot of nights. he was exhausted but so happy--fulfilled.  i flew out to visit him on set....i think he was only gone 2 weeks, but we were young and in love.  :)  it was my first film set, so that was cool.  but when all was said and done, he was back home and looking for work.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in the meantime, chad got his personal trainer certification and put film on the back burner. we got married and in oct 04 he was asked to produce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0469942/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Midnight Clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; the short in AZ. the pay was small and he'd have to take time off from his training job, but hey, why not....besides, it's his calling.  again, i watched the man work his tail off. he was gone only two weeks. i could not understand WHY this man kept doing this work for so little money.  but he was SO happy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2005 came and went.  i was working at SWA and Chad as a personal trainer.  he was unhappy and i knew it.  he didn't hate personal training, but his passion was film.  i got pregnant at the beginning of 05 so most of the year was spent preparing for our sons arrival.  he talked a lot about film, but i wasn't listening...besides, we had bills to pay.  chad lost a lot of clients moving gyms right after kai was born, so we were struggling so to say (ok, a lot to say...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;March 2006.  they decide to make Midnight Clear the short into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0795426/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Midnight Clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; the feature. i was home with a six month old baby. we are finally feeling on top of our bills again.  i've started a new job.... and my husband comes in and asks me if he can leave for 3 months.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this was a defining moment in my marriage.  i had the choice.  i could have said no.  but this is really what he wanted to do.  i knew that he had prayed on it.  i understood he thought (yes, HE, not me) this was God's calling.  so, i stepped out, in faith...i shouldn't say stepped out, i maybe poked a toe out the door.  i hugged my baby and told him to go to New Mexico.  I cried A LOT...how was I going to make it!?  luckily the film got move to our hometown, so he was only really gone a few weeks...dodged a bullet there.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;another dry spell through the remainder of the year....back to training. he kept pursuing film and i kept wondering why. :) &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/20485114-402089857320842966?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/402089857320842966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=402089857320842966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/402089857320842966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/402089857320842966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/11/waiting-is-hardest-part-part-1.html' title='waiting is the hardest part.  PART 1'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-4432391826395428727</id><published>2009-11-17T13:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:12:28.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Food.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okay, confession, i'm OBSESSED with healthy food blogs.  i read them before gossip!  gasp!! in fact, the last few days, i've used, "mark all read" for my gossip!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm reading these blogs for several reasons, first and foremost they inspire me. these gals eat well, and i'm not talking pick a 100 cal pack over a ice cream, i'm talking LOTS of veggies, whole grains, natural cheeses. but these bloggers also demonstrate another thing, balance.  they go out to eat just like the rest of us, but they always order these amazing healthy dishes.  sure, sometimes i wonder how high the calories have become for the day, but it always balances out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i love to eat well, we spend a LOT of time eating healthy in the gundersen home. so seeing ways that other people eat well motivates me.  i've received lots of ideas from these blogs.  for example, for years i've been buying Yoplait Light yogurt.  good for you right?  but then i learned about greek yogurt, no fat, high protein....wow.  now, i'm not a huge fan of yogurt period.  i only eat it because i know its healthy for me.  greek yogurt took this to a new level.  i don't LOVE it just as i don't LOVE regular yogurt, but the benefits of eating it have me going back for more. and since it takes me longer to eat - i feel more full when finishing it.  total plus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one of the latest trends in food blog world in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nuval.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NuVal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  i'm so excited about NuVal. its a scoring system that is posted in grocery stores to help you make smarter decisions about what to buy.  the higher the score the better the product is for you. For instance you walk up to yogurt section: Yoplait Light is around 60 / Greek Yogurt in the 90s depending on brand...which are you going to choose??  DUH!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm loving the websites that are starting to quote NuVal scores because presently this isn't available in my area.  that will change soon, though, as NuVal is coming to United Markets (aka. Market Street) in 2010.  Market Street isn't terribly far, but it also isn't close when I'm already packing the whole family. But they price match AND now they will have NuVal scores, so I could see me going occasionally to get familiar with my food.  what an awesome at - a - glance tool.  i'd really love it if albertsons, kroger, or -gasp- wal-mart would pick this up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;finally, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1286537/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Food Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, a movie i would probably have rented at some point anyway but did it sooner because of all the bloggers talking about it.  when i picked up this film, my husband cautioned, i'd be careful before you watch that. i love to eat.  i love meat.  so i was afraid this movie would be like the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skinnybitch.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Skinny B***h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; book that gets you in and then tries to get you to go vegan.  (which by the way SB has a LOT of good information - i'm just not dumping the meat! :) )   ANYWAY, so i nervously watch the movie last night and i have to say it was not all what i expected.  yes, they showed chicken houses, cattle farms, etc....but the real meat (eh, pun, get it?) of the movie is about what/who is driving our food industry and standards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i was not shocked by the conditions of the cattle farms, chicken houses, the look of the pork planets, etc. i WAS shocked by most of the information regarding the treatment of farmers and factory workers. i couldn't believe how low food standards, testing and inspection of factories are..  i was amazed and the vicious cycle we are in.  and not just meat, corn and soy beans.  baffled.  especially since chad has family in those industries up north.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one of the more astounding parts was the family who simply could not afford to eat healthy. showed them able to buy enough food at a fast food chain to feed the family, yet that exact amount barely yielded any produce. it stated what chad and i have talked about many times - it is simply cheaper in america to eat fast food than to eat healthy.  period.  i watch my budget every week to go shopping.  we buy loads of meats and veggies, and much less on the "inside" shelves.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the movie had the same impact as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0390521/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;supersize me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  i already knew the mcdonalds wasn't good for me, i didn't need a movie to prove that point.  did i stop eating mcdonalds, no.  i still go on occasion, but it certainly pops in my head when we've had fast food several days in a week.  similarly, i knew the products we were consuming weren't great.  i knew that i didn't really want to know where they were coming from...will it stop me from eating them? no. but i will be more careful in my selections.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we are so lucky to live in a big city where fresh farmers markets are all around.  i can, a will, be shopping better for my meats.  in fact, it crossed my mind last night just to buy a cow!  while there, why not go ahead and get some of the fruits and veggies organic....esp those on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/story?id=8315670&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dirty dozen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. i have access to fresh eggs, why not take advantage.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;knowledge is power.  i choose to be informed.  i urge you to see this movie.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wow.  was that a rant or what??  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;want to know who i follow blog-wise check these gals out...i have 20, but these are the top four:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carrotsncake.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Carrots N Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.katheats.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kath Eats Real Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eatliverun.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eat Live Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abetterbagofgroceries.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Better Bag Of Groceries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-4432391826395428727?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/4432391826395428727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=4432391826395428727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4432391826395428727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4432391826395428727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/11/food.html' title='Food.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-8193022283593110380</id><published>2009-11-12T19:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:04:20.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>on the road again...</title><content type='html'>wow, yall...what a trip. we just got home from three weeks in north carolina visiting Chad. i'm telling you, i know my husband needs me and all, but three full weeks in a hotel with two kids and very little access to a car...bummer. i literally let kai rot on TV.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before i go down that road, let me just point out (more for chad than anyone else reading this), Kai has flown SEVEN round trips - Chad was present one (and, puh-leazzze, it was to san antonio for the day!). That means I'm becoming a PRO at traveling alone with kids. This was Kenlee's second trip....but this was my first trip alone with both since I had people fly with me to Kentucky this summer. Really, the worst thing about flying with kids is security. don't get me wrong, i'm thankful for it, but there has to be an easier way for parents. removing everyone's shoes (yes, even kenlee), taking out electronic (which have to be in separate containers),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stroller and infant carrier both have to go through, then my bad, kai's bag and the diaper bag. Really?? it takes almost ten bins and 5 min for me to go through once its my turn....and then i have to put us all back together again. the whole day i repeated, "three bags, two kids, one stroller..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my kids rock. i get complimented every time we travel. kai behaves like a champ. (oh, but not always, &lt;a href="http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/08/flying-with-toddler.html"&gt;let us not forget Rocheste&lt;/a&gt;r) he sits and colors or watches his DVD, never makes a peep. the flight attendant on the last flight gave kai a $5 cookie because she couldn't believe how helpful he was to me. kenlee flies great too. normally dozing off but otherwise smiling and giggling at other passengers. my only problem on the last flight was her happy scream. she loud, but happy.... humm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;(sleeping on flight to NC in the K'Tan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Svy4FPcORoI/AAAAAAAAEk0/mvOMktV3NBE/s320/IMG_1110.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403396053121517186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sets for this film were not close to crew hotel. about 30-60 min in each direction, so there weren't a lot of set visits. besides, who wants to take the happy screaming child on a film set...uh, not me! chad had to be on set and drive actors daily, so...we really didn't see him that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;luckily, chad scored a great hotel.  it was a doubletree suites hotel and we had two bedrooms, living room and kitchen.  we still had to sleep with Kenlee...BOO!!  she's so loud....even in her sleep bless her heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was long but in the meantime we.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;did laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Svy6rTF1Z2I/AAAAAAAAElU/R1JrmfYNIfc/s1600-h/IMG_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Svy6rTF1Z2I/AAAAAAAAElU/R1JrmfYNIfc/s320/IMG_0031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403398905959638882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;watched our big brother for HOURS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Svy6q-e3PYI/AAAAAAAAElM/-ZFPmhTzFOc/s1600-h/IMG_1158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Svy6q-e3PYI/AAAAAAAAElM/-ZFPmhTzFOc/s320/IMG_1158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403398900427472258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ate our toes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Svy6ql6YciI/AAAAAAAAElE/zAZNk8j1Es0/s1600-h/IMG_1122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Svy6ql6YciI/AAAAAAAAElE/zAZNk8j1Es0/s320/IMG_1122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403398893832008226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ate sundays...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Svy6qRr8zqI/AAAAAAAAEk8/39P2SZE3Ddw/s1600-h/IMG_1118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Svy6qRr8zqI/AAAAAAAAEk8/39P2SZE3Ddw/s320/IMG_1118.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403398888402767522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;we did lots...but my sorry iphone photos aren't going to cut it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;while i hated that last week there because i was so ready to get home, i know these opportunities to travel with Chad are going to come to an end once Kai goes to school.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next up: Michigan or Tulsa, then Michigan again, then .....   please be Texas....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-8193022283593110380?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/8193022283593110380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=8193022283593110380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/8193022283593110380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/8193022283593110380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-road-again.html' title='on the road again...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Svy4FPcORoI/AAAAAAAAEk0/mvOMktV3NBE/s72-c/IMG_1110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-7054281068644039449</id><published>2009-11-11T19:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:45:57.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's finally here.</title><content type='html'>Shortly after having Kenlee, I went to church just down and exhausted.  I laid on the nursery floor and said, "What did I do?"  LOL  Oh, yes I did!!  My friend, Carrie, came over and said, "Amanda, you gave me the best advice ever after I had C. You said, just look toward 6 months....then its cake.  And it was....so take your own advice."  So I did, I looked forward to 6 weeks, then 12 weeks, then 6 months.  And, my friends, it's here.  It's finally here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SvtoMziP6_I/AAAAAAAAEks/nFStDZ-Rf2M/s320/IMG_0079.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403026747162618866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say, its almost as though one day you wake up and your baby suddenly "gets it."  You've just come out of the 4 month nap resistant child, you may or may not be beginning solids, your baby is most likely rolling and possibly sitting.  And suddenly, life is easier than its been in 6 months.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenlee is finally predictable.  6 - 9 - 1 - 6. Wake at six, nap at nine, nap at one, bed at 6.  She's the happiest baby.  I don't know why but I believe she's SO much happier than Kai ever was. She smiles all the time. I can put her down almost fully awake and she'll suck her thumb to sleep...hardly ever crying.  YES!   She's smitten with her brother - SMITTEN!  I could go on....but the point is....I survived!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-7054281068644039449?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/7054281068644039449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=7054281068644039449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/7054281068644039449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/7054281068644039449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-finally-here.html' title='It&apos;s finally here.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SvtoMziP6_I/AAAAAAAAEks/nFStDZ-Rf2M/s72-c/IMG_0079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-1567124685869785071</id><published>2009-10-06T18:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T18:38:04.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning.</title><content type='html'>We&amp;#39;ve been getting in a much better habit around the house of cleaning  &lt;br&gt;before bed.  There for awhile after Kenlee was born I was just too  &lt;br&gt;tired to fight the battle of cleaning with Kai.  This evening after  &lt;br&gt;Kenlee was put down and Cade, Nana and Chad R had left, I put on Peter  &lt;br&gt;Pan and headed to clean the kitchen.  I kept hearing distance noise,  &lt;br&gt;but didn&amp;#39;t check it out right away.&lt;p&gt;When I finally left the kitchen, Kai wasn&amp;#39;t in the living room like I  &lt;br&gt;thought....he wasn&amp;#39;t in his bed room....I walk into my room to see Kai  &lt;br&gt;rounding the corner of my bed with his hands full of various things.  &lt;br&gt;Stuffed dog, shirt, bra...you get the idea.  He goes and puts  &lt;br&gt;everything on my big ugly red chair that I love.  I ask, &amp;quot;Whatcha  &lt;br&gt;doin&amp;#39; Kai?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m cleaning your room, Mom.  Because I love you and we  &lt;br&gt;have to clean ALLLLLL this mess up before bed.&amp;quot;  Sure enough, anything  &lt;br&gt;that had been on the floor now resided on the big ugly red chair.  I  &lt;br&gt;stepped back out and looked in Kai&amp;#39;s room...everything was put away.   &lt;br&gt;Looked in the living room...no toys out.&lt;p&gt;What a sweet sweet boy I have!!&lt;p&gt;(I&amp;#39;m trying not to think about the fact that I had sorted through some  &lt;br&gt;old clothes just hours before and now I have to resort....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-1567124685869785071?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/1567124685869785071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=1567124685869785071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1567124685869785071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1567124685869785071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/10/cleaning.html' title='Cleaning.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-3401836648395858651</id><published>2009-09-24T11:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:55:17.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love it.</title><content type='html'>This morning Kai sat eating his oatmeal and gazing out the window as  &lt;br&gt;Chad was finishing up his eggs.&lt;br&gt;Kai says, &amp;quot;I love it.&amp;quot;  In a soft -tender voice.&lt;br&gt;Chad smiles and says, &amp;quot;I love oatmeal, too Buddy!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Kai, &amp;quot;No dad, I really love my trampoline.&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-3401836648395858651?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/3401836648395858651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=3401836648395858651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/3401836648395858651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/3401836648395858651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-it.html' title='I love it.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-4652146315354804560</id><published>2009-09-19T19:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:05:47.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, tap tap tap, this thing on??</title><content type='html'>Ooops. Don't you just hate it when you forget you even have a blog?  Uh, whoops.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never imagined how busy my life could be when being a stay at home mom.  Seriously, all the thoughts I ever had about SAHMs while I was a working mom - yeah, SO wrong. I guess that's because when I was working I felt excused when the laundry piled up or dust collected in corners of the house. I mean, hey, I'm working.  But now I find that I'm running ever more crazy...it's just I'm focused on different things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I woke up at 6:30 am.  I nursed the baby, played with the baby, made breakfast, ate breakfast, drove husband to the airport, hit up McDs for an iced coffee (a daily stop), napped baby, started one of SEVEN loads of laundry, cleaned kitchen, vacuumed living room, played a nanas, made lunch, ate lunch, bathed preschooler, napped baby, cleaned living room, folded laundry, napped preschooler, NAPPED! (this NEVER happens anymore), folded more laundry, made dinner, cleaned living room, nursed baby, served dinner to family (including nana &amp;amp; nephew), watched nephew while nana ran errands, bathed baby with nephew, played with all kids, nursed baby, put baby to bed, cleaned living room, folded laundry, loved on preschooler, put preschooler to bed, picked up living room,.....now, laying in bed at 8:30 pm.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I am NOT complaining about this day. But when I look at it, I have to laugh at how many times I cleaned the living room and its still a mess.  I still haven't put all of the clothes away and NOTHING is organized. I feel like I worked all day, well except for the nap *grin*, but nothing looks any different around here.  How is that possible??  Okay, our drawers are more full and the hamper is less full...but as for the state of my home?? Looks just like it did this morning.  Will I ever be ahead??  I have such a hard time staying on top of the necessary thing that I feel like I'll never get around to the details.  Repainting baseboards, blinds, organizing closets, etc... I mean, if I started any of those projects I'd fall behind in the ones I *have* to get done.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, and maybe I'm slightly moody because I started eating better today.  Eating better should make me feel better but the first day or so always feel cruddy.  I planned out all of my meals and snacks on SparkPeople.com for the entire week.  It's much higher in calories than I would usually eat to lose, but I'm nursing.  So, I'm just going to start high and slowly decrease the calories.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-4652146315354804560?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/4652146315354804560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=4652146315354804560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4652146315354804560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4652146315354804560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-tap-tap-tap-this-thing-on.html' title='Hello, tap tap tap, this thing on??'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-2415170003603026490</id><published>2009-09-06T14:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:41:24.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk</title><content type='html'>Nursing with a Preschooler around is pretty funny.  At first he just stared.  Then he asked a few questions like, "Is she chewing on your nipple?"  But it never occured to me that he didn't understand that only MOMMY can give Kenlee her milk.  Last night when Nana was having a hard time getting Kenlee to take a bottle, Kai says, "Nana, give her some of your milk." Nana replies, "well, kai, she isn't wanting this bottle,"  Kai, "No, Nana, YOUR milk"  Hahaha....Nana then "got" what Kai was saying and explained only Kenlee's mommy could give her milk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-2415170003603026490?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/2415170003603026490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=2415170003603026490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/2415170003603026490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/2415170003603026490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/09/milk.html' title='Milk'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-1520942919068753129</id><published>2009-08-10T12:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:58:01.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long jumper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="326" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d91094acd4b0d944" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd91094acd4b0d944%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330276482%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD81E235E0497216F129C4A7D47495542B122452.4666DB13028D428A6B846D10B9C9758B05DCDA0B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd91094acd4b0d944%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdPsfEla2CtNdVXSTLjEDixQQAkA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="400" height="326" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd91094acd4b0d944%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330276482%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD81E235E0497216F129C4A7D47495542B122452.4666DB13028D428A6B846D10B9C9758B05DCDA0B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd91094acd4b0d944%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdPsfEla2CtNdVXSTLjEDixQQAkA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-1520942919068753129?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/1520942919068753129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=1520942919068753129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1520942919068753129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1520942919068753129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-jumper.html' title='Long jumper.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-7776721910272214572</id><published>2009-07-26T19:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:34:49.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Showers</title><content type='html'>Having dinner...&lt;p&gt;Me to Chad and Mother-In-Law:  I have two baby showers this month.&lt;p&gt;Kai: Mom, babies don&amp;#39;t take showers.  That is so silly.&lt;p&gt;As if I just suggested the most ridiculous thing ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-7776721910272214572?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/7776721910272214572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=7776721910272214572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/7776721910272214572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/7776721910272214572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby-showers.html' title='Baby Showers'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-1183522122640370359</id><published>2009-07-25T10:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T10:38:25.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny.</title><content type='html'>Kai has started to come to me and say, &amp;quot;Mom, itch my back.&amp;quot;  Then  &lt;br&gt;he&amp;#39;ll try to direct my hands and say &amp;quot;this way&amp;quot; &amp;quot;other way&amp;quot;..lol&lt;p&gt;The other night, 4:45 am, I woke to Kai standing next to my bed asking  &lt;br&gt;my to itch his back....seriously?  It&amp;#39;s 4 am! Silly kid.&lt;p&gt;(Side note: His father does the SAME THING!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-1183522122640370359?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/1183522122640370359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=1183522122640370359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1183522122640370359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1183522122640370359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/07/funny.html' title='Funny.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-4662597165571577166</id><published>2009-07-25T09:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:33:20.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gooooood morning!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SmslwADz_LI/AAAAAAAAEY4/AXbA5iQAw5k/s1600-h/photo-700726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SmslwADz_LI/AAAAAAAAEY4/AXbA5iQAw5k/s320/photo-700726.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362421287894645938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-4662597165571577166?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/4662597165571577166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=4662597165571577166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4662597165571577166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4662597165571577166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/07/gooooood-morning.html' title='Gooooood morning!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SmslwADz_LI/AAAAAAAAEY4/AXbA5iQAw5k/s72-c/photo-700726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-3334730015824684210</id><published>2009-07-18T07:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T07:32:11.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Multitasking</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SmHO2yrJPsI/AAAAAAAAEYw/3lulrx2gerI/s1600-h/photo-731896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SmHO2yrJPsI/AAAAAAAAEYw/3lulrx2gerI/s320/photo-731896.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359792472258592450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Eating breakfast, watching veggietales, checking on kenlee. I LOVE KAI!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-3334730015824684210?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/3334730015824684210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=3334730015824684210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/3334730015824684210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/3334730015824684210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/07/multitasking.html' title='Multitasking'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-2972043039675708956?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/2972043039675708956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=2972043039675708956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/2972043039675708956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/2972043039675708956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-because.html' title='Just because!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SlQF1N_vLoI/AAAAAAAAEYo/dr1_J4ehaUs/s72-c/photo-700362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-5967199935387759239</id><published>2009-07-06T13:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:02:32.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kentucky Horse Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SlJYWP8l4XI/AAAAAAAAEYY/98a-8G2BehU/s1600-h/photo-752911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SlJYWP8l4XI/AAAAAAAAEYY/98a-8G2BehU/s320/photo-752911.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355440046157980018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Kai and Nana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-5967199935387759239?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/5967199935387759239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=5967199935387759239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5967199935387759239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5967199935387759239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/07/kentucky-horse-park.html' title='Kentucky Horse Park'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SlJYWP8l4XI/AAAAAAAAEYY/98a-8G2BehU/s72-c/photo-752911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-8382920121131213254</id><published>2009-07-06T13:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:01:55.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenlee in KY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SlJYM0aSOmI/AAAAAAAAEYI/z86-qsQ23xE/s1600-h/photo-715756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SlJYM0aSOmI/AAAAAAAAEYI/z86-qsQ23xE/s320/photo-715756.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355439884147505762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;For never sleeping in her car seat or on the go, Kenlee sure has made  &lt;br&gt;up for it. She&amp;#39;s been such a trooper whereever we have gone during  &lt;br&gt;this trip. Here she is doing laundry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-8382920121131213254?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/8382920121131213254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=8382920121131213254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/8382920121131213254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/8382920121131213254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/07/kenlee-in-ky.html' title='Kenlee in KY'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SlJYM0aSOmI/AAAAAAAAEYI/z86-qsQ23xE/s72-c/photo-715756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-2428811827508360841</id><published>2009-07-06T13:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:03:48.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Museum Fun in KY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SlJYpHVQ0XI/AAAAAAAAEYg/rgUu_cJw3fU/s1600-h/photo-728137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SlJYpHVQ0XI/AAAAAAAAEYg/rgUu_cJw3fU/s320/photo-728137.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355440370263052658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-2428811827508360841?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/2428811827508360841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=2428811827508360841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/2428811827508360841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/2428811827508360841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/07/museum-fun-in-ky.html' title='Museum Fun in KY'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SlJYpHVQ0XI/AAAAAAAAEYg/rgUu_cJw3fU/s72-c/photo-728137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-949253751001807490</id><published>2009-07-06T13:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:59:16.592-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kai talking to Kenlee</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="326" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f3ed711050d27bd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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&lt;br&gt;post) to find a box of baby clothes on my doorstep.&lt;p&gt;The note attached says, &amp;quot;Thought you may be able to use these as my  &lt;br&gt;daughter outgrew them pretty fast. B (Linda&amp;#39;s daughter - **insert  &lt;br&gt;address from across the street**)&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Linda, Linda, Linda.... Not ringing a bell. B - hum isn&amp;#39;t that Karen&amp;#39;s  &lt;br&gt;daughters name...didn&amp;#39;t she have a baby in February?  look across the  &lt;br&gt;street...oh, Karens address is XX.  OMG, is Karen&amp;#39;s name really Linda??&lt;p&gt;Hot sweeps over me. Have called this lady the wrong name for THREE  &lt;br&gt;years?!? She&amp;#39;s outside, should I say something??? No wonder she never  &lt;br&gt;hears me when I say her name in public....AK!!!&lt;p&gt;I ran over and said, &amp;quot;Tell B thank you so much for the clothes they  &lt;br&gt;are the perfect size and season.  By the way, your name is Linda?? For  &lt;br&gt;three years I&amp;#39;ve been calling you Karen!&amp;quot;  She laughed, &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s okay  &lt;br&gt;honey no big deal.&amp;quot;  What, that&amp;#39;s it?!?!  You never corrected me??  f  &lt;br&gt;course, I don&amp;#39;t say that just smile back, finish my small talk and  &lt;br&gt;rush back home.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m an idiot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-5481955396469933817?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/5481955396469933817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=5481955396469933817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5481955396469933817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5481955396469933817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/06/only-me.html' title='Only me.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-6604004962696850804</id><published>2009-06-27T14:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:55:45.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT!</title><content type='html'>It's so hot outside I don't want to leave the house. I'm actually excited to get to Kentucky just to get out of the 100 degree temps.  What's funny is our "cold" front is coming - you know 100 to 96 is a HUGE difference....BLECH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-6604004962696850804?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/6604004962696850804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=6604004962696850804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/6604004962696850804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/6604004962696850804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/06/hot.html' title='HOT!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-8561323278849808530</id><published>2009-06-25T11:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T11:24:33.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Slideshow</title><content type='html'>I can't figure out why the sound is gone from the second half, but enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/44dxR86mxhs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/44dxR86mxhs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=2095749254782012892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/2095749254782012892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/2095749254782012892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/06/testing-video.html' title='Testing video'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-7447473736733028965</id><published>2009-06-21T12:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:21:51.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom.</title><content type='html'>I know its Father's Day, but....  in the last 48 hours we've hit a milestone. I guess its a milestone, whatever it is I don't like it.  Kai suddenly only calls me "mom" and no longer "mommy."  It sounds so grown up coming out of his mouth. Sometimes, if he says it just right, it sounds like a teenager saying, "oh mom" and rolling their eyes.  I asked him this morning to call me mommy, he said, "But, why you're mom.":(  It makes me sad....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-7447473736733028965?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/7447473736733028965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=7447473736733028965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/7447473736733028965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/7447473736733028965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/06/mom.html' title='Mom.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-2843991755634750818</id><published>2009-06-20T13:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:34:33.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Medium big</title><content type='html'>In the midst of Kai&amp;#39;s meltdown a few minutes ago, he managed to say&lt;br&gt;something that had me in stitches!&lt;p&gt;Me, &amp;quot;Kai, you have to be good, you are my big boy, remember?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Kai, &amp;quot;No, mom, I&amp;#39;m only medium big.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-2843991755634750818?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/2843991755634750818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=2843991755634750818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/2843991755634750818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/2843991755634750818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/06/medium-big.html' title='Medium big'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-5955673455231576204</id><published>2009-06-15T13:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:42:04.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 weeks - updates</title><content type='html'>Wow.  Is time flying or standing still?  Depends on the day.  I'm still not able to make too many complete thoughts without interruption, so I'll do my best in updating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenlee&lt;/span&gt; is an awesome nighttime sleeper.  She'll go 10-5 (almost 6) every night.  The problem is the hours leading up to that time.  Lots of rocking, nursing and praying she'll just peter out! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kenlee&lt;/span&gt;, like her brother, HATES her car seat.  Child spends most of the time screaming.  I envy the women walking around with these happy children in infant seat. BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Holy heat!  Its hot here in Texas, like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;realllllly&lt;/span&gt; hot.  Unfortunately, we haven't hit the worst yet.  Ugh.  My poor baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kenlee&lt;/span&gt; has a terrible heat rash (also called prickly heat).  It looks just horrible. and is all over her face and neck.  It looks fine while she's calm or sleeping, but the moment she wakes up, gets upset or starts nursing...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt; red everywhere.  I'm hurting for her.  Sadly, the only thing you can do at this age is keep her inside, cool and dry.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Kai, my sweetest boy....well, Kai has decided to get pretty darn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ornery&lt;/span&gt; recently.  I'm talking daily spankings. :( I knew it would come, but its so hard for me.  But, eh, I had a little sister and I turned out fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Kai has decided that naps just aren't happening.  I think this is mainly due to the fact we aren't getting out and doing much.  On days where he has been active, he naps - sometimes - but for the most part, its "quiet time." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Kai is signed up for a few summer school sessions starting tomorrow. I know he's going to LOVE seeing his preschool friends again. I am looking forward to some time "alone" even if it is just at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nursing is going well. Its one of those things that you do because you love your child and its best - but it sometimes sucks!  I love nursing, I was looking forward to nursing again, but I forgot just how demanding it is.  I forgot how confusing it can be, is she getting enough, is my milk making her fussy, do i have enough milk stored, should i go pump right now, is this a growth spurt?  and on and on and on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kenlee&lt;/span&gt; survived her first Texas storm! :) Wednesday night we had a HUGE storm blow through town.  It took out massive trees from almost every house on my street.  I have to honestly say, I have never, in 29 years of living in Texas seen wind like that.  80 + MPH wind....did you know you can actually SEE the wind when i blows that hard???  I stood back away from the door windows (which are small and sturdy) so I could at least see some of what was going on (hello, i LOVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;storms&lt;/span&gt;!!)....the rest of the time i spent pacing the hallway &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kenlee&lt;/span&gt; (chad and Kai at church) and worrying how Kai was doing (since he hates storms).  I couldn't BELIEVE how long the wind lasted too...  We lost quite a few shingle patches and the rest of our fence.  It looked so much worse as it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;occurring&lt;/span&gt;...i saw one of the patches fly from the roof....that was wild.  We had no power for 12 hours (which was better than most in my area) and had to stay at my mother-in-laws for the evening.  The storms never let up, so Kai, Chad and myself shared a queen bed...Kai only there because he was scared. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kenlee&lt;/span&gt; slept in the other room and grunted her way to happiness (next item) and I flew through disposable diapers (another item) and all night long I thought about my freezer stash of milk....  I was never more glad to be home than I was on Thursday....and boy did we all take great naps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kenlee&lt;/span&gt; is SUCH a noisy baby!!  She's such a grunting/snorting sleeper.  So bad, that at just one week, I put her in her room.  (Kai slept with us, I believe 4 or 5 weeks)  The night we stayed at Merrilee's because of the storm all night long I thought she was getting up just because I heard her snort.  I keep the monitors low so I only hear crying at night otherwise, I'd never sleep.  Hope, for her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt; husbands sake, she cuts that out! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Diapers.  I like cloth. I don't LOVE it like some people do.  It is no easier / harder than disposables.  The stink is the same.  The biggest difference is the laundry and no blowouts.  Yes, I do laundry (for just diapers) every other day.  It doesn't take any time at all so I really can't complain although sometimes I want to.  We've been four weeks without a blowout. This is huge. With Kai we got pooped on all of the time! Okay, not ALL the time, but enough to remember it.  I often don't even know that she has pooped unless I hear or feel it as it occurs.  They rock at containing messes!  OH, and how can I forget the money. The other night I took disposable to my mother-in-laws and I was amazed at how many I went through. I don't think about the cloth diapers since all i have to do is wash and reload, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I pulled another disposable out I cringed!  I haven't "saved" money yet per &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;, but starting this month I will...actually probably this week....if i had a brain I'd do a whole diaper follow up....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-5955673455231576204?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/5955673455231576204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=5955673455231576204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5955673455231576204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5955673455231576204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/06/4-weeks-updates.html' title='4 weeks - updates'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-8708337596110910338</id><published>2009-06-15T13:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:09:16.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First time for everything...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SjacXEs-ULI/AAAAAAAADBw/6ItfdVgcoA0/s1600-h/photo-756404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SjacXEs-ULI/AAAAAAAADBw/6ItfdVgcoA0/s320/photo-756404.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347633527762342066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-8708337596110910338?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/8708337596110910338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=8708337596110910338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/8708337596110910338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/8708337596110910338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-time-for-everything.html' title='First time for everything...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SjacXEs-ULI/AAAAAAAADBw/6ItfdVgcoA0/s72-c/photo-756404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-3686199510694145041</id><published>2009-06-15T08:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:56:55.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>things he says...</title><content type='html'>had to write it before I forgot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai runs down the hall, “I have to poop come with me.”  Naturally, I go with him. I say, “Okay Kai poop big.” Kai responds, “Yeah, like a LION!” Ummmm....okay.   Shortly there after he jumps off the pot...”No poop.”  A few minutes later he runs back down the hall, “It’s back, I gotta poop”  So we go back to the potty.  He does poop and he looks back at it, “Oh, its just a baby lion.”  SERIOUSLY??  Who says that stuff??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still humorous after the poop.... I wipe him and we leave the bathroom. I’m at the computer paying bills and he starts walking funny, “uhhh, we forgot to wipe.”  Me, “no we didn’t.” Kai, “well, I’m still dirty, we gotta go back.”  Sure enough....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh....adventures with kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-3686199510694145041?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/3686199510694145041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=3686199510694145041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/3686199510694145041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/3686199510694145041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-he-says.html' title='things he says...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-6648578631485978023</id><published>2009-06-02T20:44:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:52:44.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Photos</title><content type='html'>I'll have more later, but here is what I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit to Michelle Monk @ &lt;a href="http://beautifulyouphoto.blogspot.com"&gt;Beautiful You Photography&lt;/a&gt;!  (And MAJOR props to her for being able to make it last minute and having never met me!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SiXjo5L4d3I/AAAAAAAADBE/bgdVB0q6ylI/s1600-h/birth1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SiXjo5L4d3I/AAAAAAAADBE/bgdVB0q6ylI/s320/birth1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342926824629892978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SiXjvvrsvGI/AAAAAAAADBM/_OoBq_xGNY4/s1600-h/birth2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SiXjvvrsvGI/AAAAAAAADBM/_OoBq_xGNY4/s320/birth2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342926942338071650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SiXj8eB0E7I/AAAAAAAADBU/a9XWPmz_kvg/s1600-h/birth3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SiXj8eB0E7I/AAAAAAAADBU/a9XWPmz_kvg/s320/birth3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342927160937288626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SiXkF-S90XI/AAAAAAAADBc/uzGuF6rikAU/s1600-h/birth4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SiXkF-S90XI/AAAAAAAADBc/uzGuF6rikAU/s320/birth4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342927324217987442" 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/20485114-6648578631485978023?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/6648578631485978023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=6648578631485978023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/6648578631485978023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/6648578631485978023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/06/birth-photos.html' title='Birth Photos'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SiXjo5L4d3I/AAAAAAAADBE/bgdVB0q6ylI/s72-c/birth1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-1414558800321027282</id><published>2009-06-02T16:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T17:11:45.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks....really?</title><content type='html'>It feels like FOREVER since I had that baby....well forever and yet yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going well.  Its been much more of an adjustment than I was thinking.  I know, how could I not know it would be an adjustment, but I just think that I thought since I had done this before it would come naturally...um, yeah, not so.  Things are starting to even out some. I actually have worn makeup the last three days...wahoo....now if i could just wash my hair daily! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even what to share here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Kenlee slept 8 hours the last two nights.  Of course, the 8 hours is preceded by a constant fussy nursing session from about 6-8 in the evening. BUT, its a lot easier to deal with those times this time since I've done it before with Kai AND since I"m being rewarded with sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Kenlee has a bit of a projectile issue that really threw me for a loop last week. I know, I know, babies do it all of the time. But Kai was tough as nails.  Didn't matter what I ate, didn't matter if he burped, didn't matter how long he nursed....NO puking.  It started on her 8th day...projectiling after almost every meal.  Yes, I know the difference in projectile and spit-up.  By Wednesday, with the help of still wavering hormones, I hit rock bottom.  I just cried and cried and cried.  I think it was because I felt so bad for her and because I was frustrated b/c I knew I was doing everything I knew to do.  We had her adjusted twice and finally I took her to the doctor.  God bless him, he knew I didn't want to medicate and he was so encouraging....I paid $30 to hear more encouragement and I'm totally cool with that.  I have noticed when I have large quantities of dairy (ahem - ice cream) the vomiting picks up...yet, small doses (like cheese on eggs) don't bother her at all.   So, I'm watching my dairy intake, holding her upright for 30 min after each meal (exhausting in the middle of the night), and making sure she doesn't over eat (which is hard when nursing but luckily she's taking a paci). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Kai is adjusting.  He's been awesome.  Less time outside playing. Less of my attention. I feel like I fail him daily, but I know its all normal here in the beginning.  At the same time, on those rough days, he reminds me that all of this passes and is temporary. He reminds me that I'm a good mom despite how I feel.  He's started to get pretty defiant during nursing.  Its like he knows I can't get up and spank him.  UGH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Preschool has ended.  I didn't realize how attached I was to Kai's preschool....I didn't realize how attached HE was.  He was so sad on the last day.  I have signed him up for 5 days during the summer, so that's good. BUT, he prays for Mrs Donna and Jacob every night and tells me often he misses his friends.  I promise I'll do better about getting him out soon.  His preschool sent us a CD of pictures through the year - I LOVE IT!  They also sent home a folder of "work" he did from each month.  I feel so attached to the school!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Chad is blowing and going with film work. We are SO blessed.   The timing may not always be ideal, but praise God that he has been 100% in film making (no training) for a year and a half now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Summer is here and I'm sad I haven't taken Kai to the pool.  That was my favorite part of last summer.  Hopefully in a few weeks we'll have a decent schedule going where I can take Kai....um and wear my cover-up!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I need clothes, but its so hard because I don't intend to stay this size for long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I have two HUGE boxes of maternity clothes I'm not sure what to do with. They range all seasons....do I divide them up??  Do I donate them??  This is my last child.  I plan to have my tubes tied at some point this year.  What to do?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Nursing, while not always easy, is such a bonding time.  I love it.  Pumping, on the other hand, annoys me.  While I want to have the milk, being stuck to the machine for 15 min at a time sticks.  Even worse when my 3 year old stands there and stares at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** AH!!  Kai and nursing....yeah, that has been funny.  Quotes: "Mommy, why does Kenlee chew your nipple."  "Mom, milk just came out of that nipple"  "Kenlee needs to eat from you mommy."   (PS - who taught my kid nipple)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay....that's enough randomness for now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-1414558800321027282?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/1414558800321027282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=1414558800321027282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1414558800321027282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1414558800321027282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/06/2-weeksreally.html' title='2 weeks....really?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-7876984329957827370</id><published>2009-05-17T16:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:02:25.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on my labor.</title><content type='html'>So, I have lots of thoughts on labor...birth centers...etc... They keep coming and going, so I'm sure for several weeks I'll continue to post things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my labor:  I had a great labor, yes. I'm thankful that God delivered just what I needed...a short labor, but wow...it was fast!  About 3 hours start to finish. No tearing, perfect baby, great environment and support team.   Everyone said I did so good, etc.  But why is it I feel so - not dissatisfied, but - Okay, so for months I mentally prepared myself for labor.  Like early - active - transition - delivery labor.  Like I stated in my birth story, I spent two hours before bed the night of delivery making a playlist for delivery, which I never used.  I had a "labor" outfit (sports bra &amp;amp; skirt), which I never used. I had gone through mental imagery every night for months of how I wanted my labor to be. I envisioned myself quiet and in control. I saw myself centered.  What I got felt completely out of control, naturally, it appears I went zero to sixty pretty fast.  I think that lack of control makes me feel like I failed myself in that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the far other hand, it wasn't near as "bad" as I thought it would be! I had expected much more pain and suffering. And while there was pain and suffering and it is something I have no desire to redo in the near future, I never had that, "Oh my God I'm going to die" feeling. I feel like, while the pain was bad, in my mind I always knew it was for a purpose and was temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hospital deliveries: Okay, I don't mean to sound judgmental at all here, but can I just say I *TOTALLY* understand why girls in the hospital are getting epidurals??  Remember in my birth story how I said the most painful part of labor way on the bed?? I was on my side in bed and honestly was in the worst pain....and it was MAYBE 5 min!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these girls go into the hospital and are put on all of these machines which require them to stay in the bed....and most of them on their backs.  Duh - that's gonna hurt.  Then, by being only in the bed, the baby isn't moving down as quickly, so labor is going longer.  No doubt in my mind had I been strapped to a bed I would have asked for an epidural....holy tar that hurt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen some hospital deliveries where the women were allowed to move around and I'm sure that is fine but midwives...let me tell you about midwives....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-7876984329957827370?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/7876984329957827370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=7876984329957827370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/7876984329957827370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/7876984329957827370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/05/thoughts-on-my-labor.html' title='Thoughts on my labor.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-9125946323004717038</id><published>2009-05-17T15:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:00:23.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Contraction log.</title><content type='html'>Just because I need a place to store it other than more phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, iPhone has an application for labor called Labor Mate.  It was awesome. All I had to do was press start and stop and it calculated how far apart they were and how long.  It even has an average button so you don' have to think about it.  It allowed me to email myself the log.  I only have the long from the car ride.  I had missed several while trying to get out the door so I cleared it.  I SO wish I hadn't done that. Even the inaccurate data would have showed how fast things progressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4:12 AM    Duration: 36.4 seconds Frequency:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:16 AM    Duration: 1 minute and 4.8 seconds Frequency: 3 minutes and 44.3 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:18 AM    Duration: 50.1 seconds Frequency: 2 minutes and 23.7 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:20 AM    Duration: 49.8 seconds Frequency: 1 minute and 28.5 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:22 AM    Duration: 48.1 seconds Frequency: 1 minute and 49.6 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:24 AM    Duration: 54.9 seconds Frequency: 2 minutes and 1.0 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:27 AM    Duration: 59.7 seconds Frequency: 2 minutes and 59.8 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:29 AM    Duration: 1 minute and 0.5 seconds Frequency: 2 minutes and 16.9 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:31 AM    Duration: 1 minute and 3.7 seconds Frequency: 1 minute and 56.3 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:33 AM    Duration: 1 minute and 4.0 seconds Frequency: 1 minute and 46.3 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:36 AM    Duration: 1 minute and 4.3 seconds Frequency: 3 minutes and 3.3 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:39 AM    Duration: 52.0 seconds Frequency: 3 minutes and 30.0 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:40 AM Last time I clicked it, which was the contraction when I was getting out of the car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-9125946323004717038?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/9125946323004717038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=9125946323004717038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/9125946323004717038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/9125946323004717038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/05/contraction-log.html' title='Contraction log.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-3635156750766129278</id><published>2009-05-16T10:32:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:02:05.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wow. she's here.</title><content type='html'>**I started this at 10am yesterday, labor day....I haven't had time to edit at all so excuse all errors but I wanted to get it posted.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm still too hyped up to sleep, I'm going to write this birth story out with a baby on my chest.  if you don't want o read the nitty gritty...don't read this post. I'm writing it for me so i can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, May 12th:  Appointment. Having good inconsistent contractions. 80% effaced, 2 cm dilated, -1 station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, May 14th: Mucous plug starts to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, May 15th:  Lots of walking at Main Street Days. :) Had lots and lots of stares and smiles. Finished up work in the nursery and took a good nap.  Got checked after I called questioning color of mucous plug.  Was told "No change" but later found out dilation had reduced some. Having irregular contractions, loose stools, back pressure all afternoon. Ate some yummy orange chicken with my favorite gals (mom and meg) and headed to Target. After hitting up Target, more walking around the gym track while Chad played volleyball.  All signs of early labor completely disappeared by 8:30.  I spend all night working on a labor play list (**grin**).  Bed around 11:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, May 16th&lt;br /&gt;3:08 am - Something felt like it popped/snapped in my body.  Whatever it was it shook me from sleep and hurt like crazy.  I immediately feel crampy/contractions. I also notice it has just started to storm and am praying Kai doesn't wake up to get in bed with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go potty and realize, "oh THESE are contractions."  Lots more mucous now. I sit on the ball for a min but they are coming fast and strong so I yell at chad to run me a bath. (poor guy had only just come to bed!) I get in and contractions are 1 min longer approx 5 min apart....but they are so strong that i have to moan through them. I'm thinking, I can't be that mom that calls too early.  Especially because I knew Ann had just birthed a baby earlier in the evening...I wanted her to have her rest.  I tell Chad, a few more consistent contractions and then i want his mom there even if we aren't leaving soon. In my mind I'm wondering where the calm quiet labor I was expecting is. The next contractions rocks me and I tell him that this has to be labor and I want his mom there now...I also suddenly realize I *need* to be at the birth center.  We call Ann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing. I can tell over the phone how exhausted she sounds. I remember telling her "I don't want to do this in the car." Her response, "sounds like you're going to have to" I have two contractions on the phone and hand it back to Chad.  I can tell she's saying you need to come in.  And then it just went downhill.  I was trying to gather everything and all the while am being brought to my knees in pain.  It felt like forever until Merrilee got to our house.  I go to kiss Kai, but become very afraid of waking him, so I just touch him and hurry out before doubling over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 am -  Merrilee gets there and i head straight to the car.  Demand the ac on, water, a pillow, then I feel like I'm going to be sick. The rain is pouring and I can tell its going to be a long ride.  I'm timing my own contractions on my phone (yes, there's an app for that Labor Mate).  I remember my bottom hurting and not wanting to sit. I remember Chad running red lights. I remember the rain covering our street. I remember ripping the seat belt off.  At some point I had demanded Chad call Ann and have a bath for me.  No way I was getting anywhere but that tub. (I have the contraction log I'll post in a bit from the car ride)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:40 am - We get to birth center and I can't get out of the car. No way I wanted to walk.  I was shaking and felt sick.  They helped me straight to the tub.  Ah, the tub.  My comfort and torture chamber (I kid).  Ann checks me after a few contractions and tells someone in the room "8." Two things run through my brain, "How on earth?" and "Praise the Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really recall much about the next hour....or rather I recall WAY too much. I remember lots and lots of moaning. I remember frozen rags that I loved between contractions and hated during them. I remember being told my mom was there and saying, "i don't care"  which is SO odd for me.  I remember how peaceful it was between contractions and how once one started everyone cheering me on.  I don't hardly remember opening my eyes while in the tub.  I remember hating having to have the doppler put on even though I knew it was best for baby.  I remember exactly when my water broke and what noise I made.  I remember contraction after contraction....and then suddenly I'd had a small break and think, "what's wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point Ann told me I needed to move positions, either in the tub or out.  I had always intended to labor in the tub but knew a water birth really wasn't what I wanted, so after the next contraction I stood up and got out...once I got to the room another one started and I just collapsed.  This must have been the hardest part for me.  I was SO uncomfortable but I could honestly not will my body to move...everything hurt at that point.  They were trying to get me comfortable but it just hurt worse and worse.  Finally, I ended up on all fours...which let me say is the ONE position I did NOT want to be in when I had previously thought about labor (funny, I think I'll have to do an expectation post next.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing.  Yeah.  I didn't even realize it was time to push until they were telling me.  Well, let me say, I realized it but I just kept assuming it was too soon...hadn't we just got there?  I could hear the thunder outside and the hushed voices around me.  Pushing was exactly what I had expected....my noises were not. :)  Thankfully having such trained people around they coached me through even what noises to make.  I realize that sounds odd, but it helped.  I was holding Chad's hand when pushing and oh my how happy I am that he is strong.  Judging on the soreness in my traps and bis, I'd say I wasn't focusing all of my efforts on pushing.   I think they said the pushing only lasted 15 min.  I was very aware of each movement being made, but each one felt like progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:58 am - I'll never forget her first cry.  I yelled, "She's out"  cause it sure didn't feel like it.  But, she wasn't...just very ready to be vocal (hum, wonder where she get THAT!).  Two (?) more big pushes and she was out.  My mom rushed into the room. My first thought was, "Is she really a girl?"  And everyone laughed.  Chad cried. I sat there in amazement that I was holding my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did it." That is all I can/could think.  After the discouragement of those around me doctors and peers alike....I did it. When I exclaimed in the room, "See a VBAC is possible!"  I remember one of the midwives looking at me and saying, "I totally forgot you were a VBAC!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After delivery they wait until the cord stops pulsing before cutting it....all the while I am holding my new baby.  No rushing off to be weighed, no bright lights....just calm.  I remember when they were examining me they were using a flashlight.  In hindsight, I understand why but that's kinda funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I was shifted to my herbal bath where I got to bathe Kenlee.  This is where she nursed he first time as well. It was so peaceful. Candles, my hubby and my new baby....I get teary thinking about how nice it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the herbal bath, I got back in the bed and invited my family that had arrived back for the newborn exam.  I thought this was especially important for everyone to see how things were done.  Ann asked if we had any guesses on weight, I did not but heard some of the others  6 lb 7 oz; 7 lbs....I think we were all a little shocked when we heard 8 lb 1 oz. SAY WHAT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the newborn exam, we had breakfast in bed and went through standard paperwork.  Sometime Kai got there.  I cleared the room and introduced Kai to Kenlee. He wasn't too interested.  I mean, he looked at her, but I honestly think he was expecting a toddler! :) Then he was ready to go play with his toys.  Ha.  Kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished our paperwork and out the door by 8:15. We drove through the parking lot of Lyndee salon since it was right there (poor thing was the only one not to be able to make it!) so she could see the baby.  I was home in my own bed by 9 am - a mere six hours from that earth shattering pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-3635156750766129278?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/3635156750766129278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=3635156750766129278' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/3635156750766129278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/3635156750766129278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow-shes-here.html' title='wow. she&apos;s here.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-5327177763936574826</id><published>2009-05-10T21:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:01:43.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I said I'd never do.</title><content type='html'>Don't they always tell you, "never say never." I mean, especially after having a child you'd think I'd know this. But, in my current trend of doing everything I I always said I'd never do....you know, midwife, cloth diapers...I let someone take pictures of my naked belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say I have always hated my pregnant body, but after seeing these...I think I've changed my mind. I just wasn't seeing me right... Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and of course, all credit to &lt;a href="http://www.keriduckettphotography.blogspot.com"&gt;Keri Duckett Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SgeiemlUFTI/AAAAAAAADAM/vcYl56XdwOE/s1600-h/IMG_4857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SgeiemlUFTI/AAAAAAAADAM/vcYl56XdwOE/s320/IMG_4857.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334410930280469810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SgeievahofI/AAAAAAAADAE/88K6QMMD3gk/s1600-h/IMG_4607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SgeievahofI/AAAAAAAADAE/88K6QMMD3gk/s320/IMG_4607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334410932651139570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SgeiefaLMZI/AAAAAAAAC_8/p9JsvYwEvKQ/s1600-h/IMG_4566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SgehrfTWipI/AAAAAAAAC_k/Eq7y24Q1OAw/s320/Amanda-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334410052152756882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SgehrMtjIXI/AAAAAAAAC_c/bAlACU4M4s8/s1600-h/of%3D50,295,442.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SgehrMtjIXI/AAAAAAAAC_c/bAlACU4M4s8/s320/of%3D50,295,442.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334410047162360178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Sgehqzosg9I/AAAAAAAAC_U/PCFC9kKBXdc/s1600-h/of%3D50,295,442-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Sgehqzosg9I/AAAAAAAAC_U/PCFC9kKBXdc/s320/of%3D50,295,442-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334410040431117266" 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/20485114-5327177763936574826?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/5327177763936574826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=5327177763936574826' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5327177763936574826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5327177763936574826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-i-said-id-never-do.html' title='Something I said I&apos;d never do.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/SgeiemlUFTI/AAAAAAAADAM/vcYl56XdwOE/s72-c/IMG_4857.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-3563861524359294393</id><published>2009-05-08T14:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:37:05.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea...</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited!  For the last three weeks I've not been experiencing many contractions, which I was beginning to feel slightly anxious about.  Like, will my body ever start this process??  It needs to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 24 hours I have been really aware of a change in my contractions.  They are coming far more frequently, yet inconsistent. AND they are really starting to get uncomfortable.  Not, hold on to something or bend over in pain hurt, but just "gosh, what is that?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had time to post yet my reasons I've chosen against induction and interventions...because, well, that's a whole other ball game now isn't it?  But, as much as I'm wanting to do something to get this party started, something within me just can't do it.  Like, I just really want to see if I can do this all alone. Let my body do what its meant to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full moon tomorrow night, does that mean anything??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-3563861524359294393?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/3563861524359294393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=3563861524359294393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/3563861524359294393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/3563861524359294393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/05/yea.html' title='Yea...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-2720807658211739360</id><published>2009-05-07T17:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:29:54.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Road to midwifery: Change in direction</title><content type='html'>I had a name. I had a personal reference.  Then I hit my boards and the same name kept coming up.   Well, several names came up, but my personal reference kept showing up, and we all like to go with someone we know someone else has used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann Crowell&lt;br /&gt;Gentle Beginnings Birth Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I google and find a &lt;a href="http://gentlebeginningsbc.com/index.htm"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. Wait, she doesn't look like what I expected. (Sorry, Ann, you just look so friendly!)  Then I read Ann's philosophy.  First, she believes and loves my Lord and Creator. Second, she believes in the female body and that God created me to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I read about the birth center she owns. You see, I'm not a huge fan of my house, therefore I'd never want to birth here. I love that its my home, but its old and I know that the things that drive me crazy now would multiply in labor. So, a birth center was a new concept to me.  After looking at the pictures I decide, okay, it isn't a dungeon.. In fact, its kinda light and airy and welcoming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad has been raised on natural things. So, I knew getting him on board for even exploring this wouldn't be hard. But, I didn't want to tell anyone else. I wanted to make a completely unswayed decision.  What I still laugh at is Chad's face when we were sitting on the couch that night and I said, "I'm looking at a midwife and birthing center, how do you feel about it?"  He said, "are you serious?" and we both knew it wasn't because he disapproved it was 100% "are you my wife?"  So, like the great husband he is, he encourages me to pray and seek God about it and that he'd support any decision I made...but it was MY decision to make.  (I LOVE HIM!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up the next morning, drop Kai off at preschool and start my errands, which just so happen to be in the area of the birth center.  I called to set-up an appointment with Ann thinking it would be a week or two, but she had an appointment open in an hour.  Oh.  I didn't even have a list of questions ready!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial interview changed me forever regarding midwives and their practice.  Ann must have thought I was crazy.  I just came in and threw up all about my past c-section, what was driving me to look into midwifery....I asked questions about fatalities and transfers and babies with problems and do you miss births and and and.......and all the while she sat there calmly answering my questions with a smile.  I started to feel really comfortable.  She started telling me about how God created me to do this, about how I'm low risk, about how long she'd been doing this.... and God just covered me in peace.  I'm not sure it was just one thing that changed me, but suddenly all I wanted to do was have that woman deliver my baby!!  We stood up after an hour and she hugged me and said, "good luck in your decision."  I replied my decision had been made.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-2720807658211739360?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/2720807658211739360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=2720807658211739360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/2720807658211739360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/2720807658211739360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/05/road-to-midwifery-change-in-direction.html' title='Road to midwifery: Change in direction'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-2344169028986562590</id><published>2009-05-06T21:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:56:56.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Road to midwifery: Background</title><content type='html'>I get asked all of the time what led me to go with a Midwife this time around.  This questions normally comes with stares of confusion and concern (ha!) and tons of other questions. Naturally, the sames reactions I once had.  This will be long, but hopefully helpful to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About five years ago, shortly after I married my husband, my mother-in-law started teaching me more and more about natures remedies.  I learned a lot about herbs, our bodies, good digestion and its affect on the body etc.  In the last few years, I've become more inclined to try a natural route to fixing something in my body before calling or going to the doctor.  Does that mean that is what I always do, no, sometimes you just need a doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OBGYN&lt;/span&gt; announced that I'd need a c-section with my son Kai because of his breech position, I did what every other person trusting their doctors would do...I went along with it.  I late blogged about this decision &lt;a href="http://mommygundersen.blogspot.com/2005/08/33-weeks-5-days.html"&gt;**click here**&lt;/a&gt;  That blog says several things I want to point out.  First, it shows my initial disappointment about not starting to labor. Then, it shows how completely fine and in control I began to feel about the c-section. But, lastly, it shows that I realize my bonding with the baby doesn't get to begin right away. I'll never forget when I realized that....I threatened Chad's life that no one could touch the baby (besides him) before we were in the mother baby room...I told him this frantic over the phone one day (is it weird that I remember exactly where I was on the highway when this conversation took place??). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My planned C-Section went as perfectly as they could.  Easy, little stress, healthy baby...But there are parts that I have never felt right about.  How scared I was when they took my into the OR alone to get a spinal.  I remember wanting to cry as I was hunched over thinking, "where is my husband?"  How I saw Kai and took a few pictures but then he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wisked&lt;/span&gt; to the nursery for clean up.  I remember sitting alone in the recovery room because obviously everyone wanted to see the baby and feeling alone.  I remember my mom being the only one to come back and check on me while everyone was still looking at the baby. And then, the IV drugs started coming...I remember everyone in my room and me dry heaving in front of my pastor...which really hurt considering my incision.  I remember the nurse trying to deal with a drugged me and a sleepy baby for a good nursing session and forcing my boob in his mouth.  I "remember" the day, but its all cloudy after I left recovery.  I was drugged heavily and saying odd things....which I remember saying even though they were so dumb.  I remember the day, but in no way is it clear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's funny is even after all of those things I can easily remember disliking, I still always swore I'd have another c-section.  Why not, was my thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash forward to 2008.  It was becoming increasingly more clear that Chad and I were going to stay self-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;employed&lt;/span&gt; which means self-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;employed&lt;/span&gt; health insurance.  We'd been kinda holding out on baby #2 hoping to get better insurance (you know, to cover the c-section I wanted) and, well, the full on fever hadn't hit yet.  I remember the day the "I have to have another baby right now" feeling came about.  It was right when I was starting to see progress with Kai's speech in April of last year.  So, I started calling around to my Dr.  and asking questions about prenatal care and delivery costs and then the hospital for average stay costs.  See, self-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;employed&lt;/span&gt; insurance will not cover maternity care.  They'll cover &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;complications&lt;/span&gt; due to pregnancy, but nothing else....NICE.  So glad I give them $300/month.  Clearly, a c-section was not a option for me any more.  I mean, I could buy a car for the going rate of a c-section.  I just wanted a baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going rate for an OB in my area for cash customers $3k.  Average hospital stay for mom and baby after an uncomplicated delivery $3-5k.  Ouch, but not impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next step was meeting with my doctor (whom I LOVE).  First thing he says is, "Great, when you get pregnant will just schedule your next c-section!" Um, wait a minute?  So I ask about a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;VBAC&lt;/span&gt; (vaginal birth after c-section)....his face turns,  "Why would you want to do that??"   Okay, this isn't the response I had wanted at all.  I mean, I know I was all pro-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;csection&lt;/span&gt;, but...don't I get an option.  He finally said he'd let me try, but if anything starts to go awry at first sign its another c-section....oh, and no epidural (what, are they trying to scare me here?!??!).  So, we start trying to have a baby.  In the mail the following month my OB drops my insurance.  Bummer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the summer, while talking to some friends with two young daughters, I discovered she used a midwife.  Huh?  But she's so young and hip (go ahead, judge, I'm being honest!). Most of the midwife users (who I all love - BTW!!) in know are my church friends (not to mention my crunchy mother-in-law), these are the first people from my outside life that have gone this direction. (not that it matters, but i think the point is I realized it wasn't just for the church going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; *crunchy* moms) She's starts telling me about her experiences and how great they were.  She'd had a previous hospital birth and said that as nervous as she was about birthing at home (her husband was the original midwife promoter), the experience was far better with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;homebirths&lt;/span&gt;.  Then she explains birthing centers to me.  Wait, there is an option that is not at home and not at a hospital?? So, a seed was laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I'm pregnant, I'm completely excited about having a vaginal birth.  Getting to have that experience that I missed the time before is pumping me up.  So, time to find a new OB. I choose a DO whom I had heard was much more on the natural side of things.  I go in, all is going well, I announce the desire to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;VBAC&lt;/span&gt; and again, the tone changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me interject here, I totally get that some women are not good candidates for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;VBAC&lt;/span&gt;.  Especially those women that may have had an emergency c-section, but remember, that isn't my case...I just had a breech baby, period!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So doctor #2 says, "Well that is fine, if you'd like to try, BUT: no epidural, if you don't go into labor on your own by your due date we'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cesection&lt;/span&gt; you that day, and at the first sign of any distress you'll have another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;csection&lt;/span&gt;."  Way to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;confidence&lt;/span&gt; in my body people!!  But, I agree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I start looking for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;doula&lt;/span&gt;.   Heck, if I have to labor without an epidural I'm going to have someone trained in natural labor by my side since you know the doctor isn't going to be there during labor.  While looking for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;doula&lt;/span&gt; everything kept coming up midwives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, midwives, long skirted, no makeup-ed, hippie ladies who arrive at your home and catch your baby in the dark and leave you, right?!?!  It was then that I started to reflect back to my summer conversation with a friend...maybe I should research this a little more. So, I get the name of the midwife she used and get to googling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-2344169028986562590?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/2344169028986562590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=2344169028986562590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/2344169028986562590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/2344169028986562590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/05/road-to-midwifery-background.html' title='Road to midwifery: Background'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-4620479923341989955</id><published>2009-05-06T21:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:23:04.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The homestretch...</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm here.  Kenlee is still baking nicely away.  I'm due in 12 days, but what does that mean really?? I'm huge and uncomfortable, but what else is to be expected at this point in pregnancy, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm overall doing okay.  Sleep has been the worst thing affecting my life at this point.  I'll have like three or four really horrible nights of sleep and then one rock solid night.  Heartburn or just general discomfort seem to be the biggest two culprits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Kai woke me up as usual and we spent about 30 min cuddling, dozing and watching cartoons.  When Chad got up to make his breakfast, I rolled over and fell asleep.  Probably the best hour of sleep in weeks.  I missed my BSF today because of it, but it was SO worth it to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I'm having some maternity pictures taken.  I swore I would never do it.  I hate my pregnant body, BUT I have been convinced and now I'm kinda into it.  I hope to be able to say, "These were taken days before you were born."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that this baby can come anytime after the tenth (like I have a say!).  I want the pictures to be done. I want my midwife assistant, Abby, to be in town. I want to enjoy Mother's Day with both my families.  I was saying the 12th because that was my hair appointment, but Lyndee was kind enough to do it early for the pics...so now I don't have to wait anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I will write my blog on my road to midwifery.  I've been meaning to do it for months and I really want to have it done before the birth because I know I'll have so much more to write after the birth.  I just can't decide where to start... Do I start with my last c-section?  Do I start when I found out I was pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, typing isn't easy anymore.  I don't know how to hold my computer! HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-4620479923341989955?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/4620479923341989955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=4620479923341989955' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4620479923341989955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4620479923341989955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/05/homestretch.html' title='The homestretch...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-1280958906188343546</id><published>2009-03-27T21:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:16:37.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ABCs</title><content type='html'>My child who never wanted to talk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZepemK6TFkI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZepemK6TFkI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-1280958906188343546?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/1280958906188343546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=1280958906188343546' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1280958906188343546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1280958906188343546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/03/abcs.html' title='ABCs'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-4625970847330597274</id><published>2009-03-25T20:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:38:06.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shower pics....</title><content type='html'>I have a friend giving me more, but here is Lyndee's post and you can see some of the cute things that she did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yourloveitcoversme.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-kenlees-fabulous-shower.html"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-4625970847330597274?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/4625970847330597274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=4625970847330597274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4625970847330597274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4625970847330597274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/03/shower-pics.html' title='Shower pics....'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-8933661777267972558</id><published>2009-03-25T12:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:54:10.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great new snack....and other food things...</title><content type='html'>I am very happy with my current weight gain in this pregnancy.  As mentioned before, I gained 60 pounds with Kai, and with 8 weeks to go, I'm just sitting at 30 lbs.  So...there is NO way I'll hit 60 again - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate this "lack" of weight gain (I should say lack of *excess* weight gain), I've decided to start making some recipes that I know once this baby comes I won't be able to eat.  I star recipes that come across my google reader, bookmark sites  or save emails all of the time.  Most of the time these recipes are not "diet" friendly so I can't make them at home.  If you don't know, my husband will not eat something that I can't provide nutritional data for...no, I'm not kidding.  SO, since I know that I'll head straight back to Weight Watchers in about 3 months, I'm making these recipes.  Luckily, some aren't as good as I was expecting....others are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;toooooo&lt;/span&gt; good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been following a high school friend via her &lt;a href="http://www.reidmichael.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; for awhile now. Recently, she started posting her menu plans, which I LOVE!  (who doesn't need weekly ideas??) Then she started a &lt;a href="http://northcuttrecipes.blogspot.com/"&gt;food blog  &lt;/a&gt;which I also love. Have I told you how I love food??  Anyway, she posted this great recipe for a snack mix for kids (and adults).  I just tried it and it makes a TON and the good thing is it takes Kai awhile to eat out of his snack bowl since he's digging for his favorites first. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- 12 oz honey roasted peanuts&lt;br /&gt;- 5 cups rice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bag of m&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;m's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 16 oz pretzels&lt;br /&gt;- 14 oz box cheese-its (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;parm&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; cheddar were GREAT!)&lt;br /&gt;Mix together and store in airtight container. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-8933661777267972558?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/8933661777267972558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=8933661777267972558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/8933661777267972558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/8933661777267972558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-new-snackand-other-food-things.html' title='Great new snack....and other food things...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-3793789197264982671</id><published>2009-03-23T20:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:32:00.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SO. BLESSED.</title><content type='html'>My sister-in-law threw me possibly the prettiest shower I have ever been to yesterday.  I have to say that originally I wanted nothing to do with a shower. I always heard that you don't have second baby showers.  It wasn't until I found out that I was having a girl that I okayed the shower.  I'm hoping that she'll post pics of everything that she did or that someone gets me pictures soon because words can't describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I get?  Mainly clothes, which I very much needed.  I also scored a beautiful car seat cover, double stroller, second video camera monitor, iPod dock, diapers, wipes, sheets, decor, um.......I'm forgetting SO much.  I love everything, very very few returns this time around and those that I am returning are mainly because of size/season issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what caught me most off-guard was the outpouring from my friends and family. I literally "needed" nothing and told them all that if they asked, but still the fact that they wanted to come and bless me is SO humbling.  I'm so thankful.  SO thankful that I finished all 45 Thank You notes in record time this afternoon because I want to make sure each person really knows how wonderful they are.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update this with pictures when I get them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-3793789197264982671?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/3793789197264982671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=3793789197264982671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/3793789197264982671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/3793789197264982671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-blessed.html' title='SO. BLESSED.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-4535729080949342954</id><published>2009-03-20T14:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:05:14.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Naps.</title><content type='html'>So, for you parents, when did your child finally drop the nap? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but surely our naps are disappearing.   No one values nap time more than I do, I swear.  When Kai was a baby, I was regimented about nap schedules.  As he grew older, I have continued to enforce nap time, even if it means leaving places early or not going at all.  Yes, I believe sleep is THAT important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until about a month ago Kai was still taking three hour naps.  Yes, some days were harder to get him to GO to sleep than others, but if your child finally falls asleep and sleeps that long, clearly they aren't ready to give it up.  Some time in February, Kai drastically cut his nap in half to an hour to an hour and a half MAX. AK!  To make matters worse, the only way I can get him to go down is to lay with him until he falls asleep.  I swore I would NEVER EVER do that, but I was/am so tired from being in late pregnancy, it is worth it to me to at least get the nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Kai napped for 30 min.  Ugh.  I'm so not ready for this stage to end and even more so because of the arrival of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenlee&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-4535729080949342954?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/4535729080949342954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=4535729080949342954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4535729080949342954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4535729080949342954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/03/naps.html' title='Naps.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-5278737680569619994</id><published>2009-03-20T14:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:48:56.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break!</title><content type='html'>What a week!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring in Texas is wonderful.  I have been LOVING this weather.  Highs in the 70's all week and nothing but sunshine.  Yes, I LOVE a good rain (esp. TX spring storms), but this weather is fantastic.  Last weeks cold and rainy seems like a distant memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I appreciate the nice weather more and more as Kai gets older because it means more and more time outside.  We have been outside at lease 5-6 hours ALL WEEK!!  I'm amazed that we've done it, but its been great.  Usually, I get bored, especially with being as big as I am right now and not being able to "play" as well. But, since Kai as at the age where he can run around and handle all the playground equipment, we are good to go! Luckily, I have met a lot more stay-at-home moms and that has really helped, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite day of spring break had to be Wednesday.  We went to MiMi and Poppy's (my parents) house to play outside.  M &amp;amp; P's house is always relaxing for me and fun for Kai.  They have this wonderful "side yard" around the driveway that is gated.  So, I get to sit back on the lounge chair and Kai can play play play.  Wednesday, I was sunning my belly while Kai played in the sand box and the *gasp* the pool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, even after all the fun we are having, Kai keeps asking when he gets to go back to school. :)  I love how happy he is there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-5278737680569619994?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/5278737680569619994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=5278737680569619994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5278737680569619994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5278737680569619994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-1383436755687277670</id><published>2009-03-17T20:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:04:46.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kai-isms</title><content type='html'>Okay, so Meg is always posting her daughter's -ism's and I love to read them.  So, hear are a few things heard recently in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While praying one night after a hair cut: "Thank you Jesus for my hair because it looks so cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to hug that girl."  When wanting to hug my big belly. (MELT!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight in bed:&lt;br /&gt;Kai - "I'm not handsome"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Yes you are!"&lt;br /&gt;Kai - "No, I'm not handsome right now. These aren't handsome clothes these are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PJs&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Well, I think you are always handsome"&lt;br /&gt;Kai - "I'll be handsome again tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMGosh&lt;/span&gt; - how can I not think of anything else????  This will possibly be the most updated part of my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-1383436755687277670?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/1383436755687277670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=1383436755687277670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1383436755687277670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1383436755687277670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/03/kai-isms.html' title='Kai-isms'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-8854885148509587501</id><published>2009-03-17T20:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:08:22.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech</title><content type='html'>*** I started this blog on 6/23/08; Wow and ooops! This is a long one, but I want to record it.  I'll probably edit the heck out of it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, where to even begin. And WHY OH WHY did I not document it all?? Excuse me if this get long and winded, but its close to my heart today (well, everyday, but today its really on my mind). I feel so guilty it wasn't documented because its been all so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2 years old, Kai said 'mama' 'dada' and 'nana' and never consistently. His favorite word was "eh." If we were to try to get Kai to say a word he would shrug away and get frustrated. So, he wasn't even attempting verbal communication outside of "eh." Being two and not communicating is frustrating for all parties.  We were frustrated that we couldn't understand his desires, he was frustrated that we couldn't understand him, he melted down frequently (because of not being able to communicate). I was hard to discipline during that time...how do you differentiate between tantrum and frustration?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had long suspected a problem, since about 15 months but I was always told to wait until two, especially since Kai is a boy. It was very easy to notice that he was falling behind, but my doctor never seemed to worry.  Kai was also excessively drooling. I'm not gonna lie, it was (is) gross.  If he bends over, it FLOODED out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At two we finally received a referral to Early Childhood Intervention (ECI). We received this referral in September. In October I had our first meeting with Agent #1.  She came out and did a long evaluation of Kai's behaviors with me.  This was a written eval just to see if he qualified.  While answering the questions, I couldn't believe the signs we missed. Although its been two years I remember reading the "excessively drools" "over-stuffs mouth" "gags while eating" and wanting to cry. I remember thinking, why didn't anyone tell me?  Why didn't I trust my instinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this initial evaluation, Kai was accepted to the program. The next step was to set-up a full evaluation with him present (he was not at the first meeting). This second meeting would determine the level and intensity of services to be provided to Kai.  Agent #1 set-up the second appointment for 3 weeks later. Argh!  I was just ready to get started!  She suggested I start learning a few signs to try to get Kai to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I started using the "more sign." It didn't take long before Kai was using it (like think MAYBE 2 days).  Not only was he doing the sign, but he was saying "mo." WHAT?!?  Just like that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day came (last week in October) for our full evaluation and I received a called that Agent #1 was suddenly taking leave and we would be being seen by two other Agents for this meeting.  It was so upsetting to me that we had to completely re-explain our situation.  What a waste of everyone's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the meeting we received referrals for regular ECI therapy (bi-weekly), speech therapy (bi-weekly) and occupational therapy (monthly). ECI requires that you see one of their therapists, hence the ECI therapy.  Speech, um, duh we knew we needed it.  Occupational was for the drooling and low facial sensitivity symptoms. We were told that Kai was talking/communicating at a 12-18 month old level at 27 months!! However, language comprehension was at the 3 year old level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all was quiet.  For a MONTH I waited for them to process paperwork and set-up times; which was even more difficult because I was working 4 days a week.  Agent #1 was to be my ECI therapist.  Can I just say we never saw her again and leave it at that?  We went through THREE agents between Mid-November and beginning of January.  Being seen bi-weekly, plus holidays, you do the math....I was basically just getting to know the Agent before they were replaced.  But that isn't all that important....RIGHT?? Let's get back to SPEECH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My speech therapist calls me the weekend after Thanksgiving.  Two and a half months after getting my referral.  We schedule for that week.  Of course, I feel so hopeless at this point because basically all I have spent two months doing is telling people why we are where we are.... Does know one else realize we are losing time??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen starts coming to our house every other week.  I squeeze as much as I can out of her at every meeting.  I'm listening to everything she's doing during these times so I can do them when she's gone.  This is honestly where I wish I had blogged the whole thing so I could remember what all she did. Our focus was first to get Kai to talk...to try to makes sounds...to attempt ANYTHING vocally. After that our goal was to form those sounds into direct words. (I'm sure there is very technological terms for what I'm describing, but forgive me its been a LONG time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't come often, but somehow between the first week in December and the 2 week in January, she gave my son a voice.  Yes, we had all been working on it, but something during that time click and Kai started trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Kai and I pack up to live in Florida for the month he has about 32 solid "words."  I put words in quotes because to most people they didn't sound like anything.  To me they were words...sounds that he associated with objects and used on a consistent basis.  My job was to encourage the use of those "words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several very specific things I remember happening in Florida.  It was the first time since Kai was six weeks old that I had been with him 7 days a week.  I worked so hard stressing all that I was saying, communicating, etc.  I'll never forget the day we were driving to the gym and he looked at the window at a strip center and said, "castle."  I wouldn't have believed it had I been alone, but my friend was in the car with me was just as shocked.  This word was the first unprompted word Kai ever said.  It was the first word that I don't remember teaching him.   Still give me goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another very important thing I remember in Florida still makes me cry.  We were enjoying another wonderful day at the park when a kid, maybe 4, came up and was playing along side Kai.  He asked Kai his name, but when Kai responded he couldn't understand him (and in his defense it didn't really sound like Kai).  After the back and forth for a minute I finally stepped in and said, "His name is Kai."  The kid looks at me and says, "Why does he talk like that and why is he drooling so much that's gross."  I wanted to shield my sons ears and run away.  I wanted to smack the other child (yeah, i said it), I wanted to cry...  This couldn't go on much longer.  It wasn't fair.  Why my kid??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my ECI Agent #3 to tell her I was returning and ready to start services back up...and honestly to get some encouragement.  Well, Agent #3 was no longer with ECI.  This did it.  I called the management, I called my speech therapist, and finally I called my doctor.   My only other option was to start Our Children's House by Baylor.  ECI was free, OCH not so much, and when you need to be seen weekly, that adds up, but I was at the breaking point. I wanted results and consistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met with Agent #4 and my speech therapist while prepping to meet with OCH.  The good news was, while away Kai doubled his vocabulary.  The bad news was, non of it sounded right.  ECI therapist ONLY come to your home, so after a while it became hard to get Kai to focus enough on his speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March we switched to OCH.  Consistent, once a week (although they wanted us to come twice a week), therapy at their facility.  At the first meeting I saw the difference.  They forced Kai to work. The first task was to get his B sounds down.  B's sounded like Gs. I've never seen him so upset. It was heartbreaking watching him get so frustrated, looking at me like "why are you doing this to me" wishing I could do it for him.  I went home that day and cried o my mother-in-law.  Why my kid??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept up the therapy.  It slowly but surely started getting easier. Kai started correctly naming objects, started making appropriate sounds. In May he started putting two and three phrase sentences. The day even came where I actually waited in the lobby while he went in alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June, I quit my job to stay home.  Suddenly Kai exploded with talking.  I'm talking overnight using three to four word phrases.  He'd say things that Chad and I never knew he knew....the child could count to ten but couldn't say it!  He knew the name of every train in his train box, he knew the majority of colors....things literally flowed from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 28th of June, the day I started this blog entry, I walked into therapy and asked that Kai be reevaluated.  I just suddenly had this feeling that we were up to speed. Kai met or exceeded all of his goals.  He was speaking right on target and able to nail all appropriate sounds.  I was floored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After 7 months of therapy: 4 at &lt;/span&gt;ECI&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and 3 at OCH - we mastered our goal.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kai entered preschool in September, I was nervous.  I was still scared about other kids and what they might say. That fear wasn't helped along when they moved Kai up a class (from old 2's to younger 3's).  But, I'll never forget the day Kai's teacher told me that he was so smart and chatty.  She also made a comment about how clearly he speaks.  I had to laugh and then tell her about the delay.  She was shocked and said she'd never guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I'm driving and my sweet child will not stop talking I have to remind myself how long I prayed for that. I cherish each phrase that comes out of his mouth.  I still get super excited when he tells me stories.  I will never forget the road to get where he is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-8854885148509587501?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/8854885148509587501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=8854885148509587501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/8854885148509587501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/8854885148509587501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2008/06/speech.html' title='Speech'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-8239317605118380084</id><published>2009-03-17T16:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:58:38.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes...</title><content type='html'>It's so funny how time changes a person.  I was rereading my cloth diapering blog thinking, people probably think I'm insane.  Then I was thinking that my next post would be about midwifery....which would REALLY have people thinking I'm crazy.  Not that either of those is "weird" in and of themselves, but if you have known me even for 5 years, you'd know how strange it is that I have converted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to pride myself with the medicine cabinet I had.  You needed a drug to fix something chances are pretty darn high I had it. If I didn't have what I wanted, I'd call the Dr. and get it called in.   Today, I call the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;healthfood&lt;/span&gt; store down the street or check my &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Prescription-Nutritional-Healing-Practical-Supplements/dp/0895297272"&gt;Prescription For Natural Healing&lt;/a&gt; book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just funny how we change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now seriously, if I decide to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; (not that there is ANYTHING wrong with it - just not Chad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I's&lt;/span&gt; thing), please call and check on me.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-8239317605118380084?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/8239317605118380084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=8239317605118380084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/8239317605118380084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/8239317605118380084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/03/changes.html' title='Changes...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-985018058142066131</id><published>2009-03-17T14:21:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:51:52.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloth Diapering - No Pins Required</title><content type='html'>Before I got pregnant, quite a few moms on my mom's boards started to use cloth diapers.  Personally , I thought they were all insane.  I mean, cloth diapers, pins, laundry, what about the smell??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started seeing pictures of these cuties in their cloth diapers....wait a minute?  Where are the pins?  What about the folding??  As it turns out cloth diapering has come a LOOOOONG way since our mommas did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in December I started doing the math on what I needed to start buying and how the new baby would effect my current budget, etc. (hello, i'm a numbers girl).  It was then I started thinking about cloth diapers again. How many do you need?  What size?  What kind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out for about $600 I can diaper my child infant to potty training.  Say WHAT?  It doesn't take an accountant to figure up THOSE savings.  So then the real research began.  I needed to convince myself that it wasn't nasty, too time consuming, stinky, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dirty Storage (my very first question):&lt;/span&gt; Turns out all you do is buy two of these PUL liners and put them in regular lidded trash cans.  The liners have a spot for a cotton ball with essential oils to help keep fresh smelling. When changing a diaper, pull out liner (if using a pocket diaper - we'll get to this in a min), throw diaper in pail.  That easy.  Poop? If fully breastfeeding, poop can go straight to the pail. If solids or formula have been introduced you can buy these liner sheets (look like a dryer sheet) to lay in the diaper. Pick liner up after poop, flush, diaper goes to pail. THAT FREAKING EASY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Washing:&lt;/span&gt; Washing occurs every 1.5-2 days depending on the amounts of diapers you have in your stash. Generally, you won't want to wait past that because it will smell eventually (heck, my diaper geniene used to stink).  To wash, dump pail liner contents into washer, put pail liner on top.  Rinse cold, full hot wash cycle, rinse, dry.  Again...THAT EASY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prep:&lt;/span&gt; After drying, most people say to stuff pocket diapers with liners that day to have ready to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, types of diapers, I'm only going to focus on what I plan to use and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Infant Stage:&lt;/span&gt; For infant stage hands down my friends have recommended Kissaluvs Size 0 fitted diapers and Thirsties covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/ScALIWhmXFI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/bdG4vWDAbJg/s1600-h/colorstack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/ScALIWhmXFI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/bdG4vWDAbJg/s200/colorstack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314259798410550354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/ScALIpGZxRI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/LZnDoCQ8kdI/s1600-h/cover_raspberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/ScALIpGZxRI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/LZnDoCQ8kdI/s200/cover_raspberry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314259803396752658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these particular diapers you have to have two layers.  You have the fitted diaper and then a cover. They are also sized diapers (you have to buy different sizes as baby grows). :( BOO!  But wait, I found a website that rents you 24 diapers for three months....the only time that I'll be needing them.  YEA!!! This is great for me as this will be my last child and I'm not really wanting to invest in something that will only last 3 months.  For $219 and then you return them for a $120 credit toward new diapers. The covers cost about $11.25/each and I'll need about six of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 months on: &lt;/span&gt;There are so many options, but I have narrowed it down to buying only One-Size pocket diapers.  You need to have a good 12-18 diapers for full-time diapering and every other day washing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pocket diapers look just like disposable diapers, but they have a pocket insert that you stuff liners in for extra absorbancy.  They are all one piece (well, except the insert).  There are more brands than you can imagine out there on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One-Size means just that, you buy one that is supposed to last the entire time.  They have additional snaps that change the sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example of how pocket one-size diapers look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/ScAQfMyAp8I/AAAAAAAAC9w/JukPM0V_XDA/s1600-h/easyclean-sizes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/ScAQfMyAp8I/AAAAAAAAC9w/JukPM0V_XDA/s400/easyclean-sizes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314265688490158018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting with a "diaper lady" I have narrowed down my personal choices to 3 different diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumparooz: I like these because they have two gussets by the legs to help contain messes. $23/diaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/ScAPlWP_6fI/AAAAAAAAC9o/q4RTgbijIHU/s1600-h/ad_main_ro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/ScAPlWP_6fI/AAAAAAAAC9o/q4RTgbijIHU/s400/ad_main_ro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314264694599444978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy's Touch One-Size Easy Clean:  These have snaps of Aplix. The main thing I like about these is that the pocket opens in the front and back so that when it comes time to wash, you don't have to even remove the insert, it automatically comes out in the wash! YAY! $19/diaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/ScAQvKtS2NI/AAAAAAAAC94/D4vFI6-FQ4E/s1600-h/easycleandiagram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/ScAQvKtS2NI/AAAAAAAAC94/D4vFI6-FQ4E/s400/easycleandiagram.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314265962811414738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bum Genius 3.0: I like this one because EVERYONE raves about them. No other reason! Ave $18/diaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/ScARkFT8EII/AAAAAAAAC-Y/FH_ltRZNNbw/s1600-h/bumGenius-one-size-3.0-diagram.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/ScARkFT8EII/AAAAAAAAC-Y/FH_ltRZNNbw/s400/bumGenius-one-size-3.0-diagram.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314266871895953538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/ScARj_-HqgI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/EGauuMjVvZM/s1600-h/bumGenius-one-size-3.0-blossom-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/ScARj_-HqgI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/EGauuMjVvZM/s400/bumGenius-one-size-3.0-blossom-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314266870462261762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do those look very scary to you???  I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My action plan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rental $219&lt;br /&gt;Covers for infant $70&lt;br /&gt;Pail Liners $20&lt;br /&gt;5 Bum Genius' FREE (with credit from return of rental)&lt;br /&gt;3 Rumparooz $69&lt;br /&gt;3 Mommy's Touch $54&lt;br /&gt;3 Fuzzi Bunz (oops, forgot to cover them) $54&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL Under $500&lt;br /&gt;(I'm leaving room to buy more of whatever I like best)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra costs:&lt;br /&gt;Charlies Soap (supposedly the best for diapers) $130 for 1280 loads (11 cents per load)&lt;br /&gt;Liners (for when we start solids)&lt;br /&gt;Energy &amp;amp; water expense&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-985018058142066131?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/985018058142066131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=985018058142066131' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/985018058142066131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/985018058142066131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/03/cloth-diapering-no-pins-required.html' title='Cloth Diapering - No Pins Required'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/ScALIWhmXFI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/bdG4vWDAbJg/s72-c/colorstack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-1833184698070589193</id><published>2009-03-16T20:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:41:12.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Will</title><content type='html'>Two things I hate hearing right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I don't want to eat/sleep/got to the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I can't do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle is ON in my house.  I hear "I don't want to" more times than I care to count right now.  Today I didn't want to go to the park, the store, eat dinner, go potty, take a nap, see &lt;my best friend&gt; talk to mimi, go to the gym, talk to daddy, eat my lunch.....UGH!!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main issue right now is eating.  "I don't want to eat" closely followed by "I'm hungry, I want a snack." Like every other mean mother out there I'm choosing to stick to my food guns. Your plate stays until you eat....no longer how late it gets. Can I tell you how many times we have gone and gotten in bed only to get out and finally eat our meal?!?!  When will he learn?  You are going to eat my food or nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we got here by slacking off.  Since being pregnant I have hardly cooked (that's changing now) so Kai got what Kai wanted for almost six months.  Now that I'm cooking and preparing meals again, he wants the fun easy to cook foods he was getting. So yeah, my bad, but I will break this habit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-1833184698070589193?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/1833184698070589193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=1833184698070589193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1833184698070589193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1833184698070589193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/03/toddle-will.html' title='Toddler Will'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-5585720631131723583</id><published>2009-03-16T20:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:33:50.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Restarting?!</title><content type='html'>How many times can you restart a blog?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start to blog again. I've left too much out in the last few years. I just saw that I can import all of my old blogs into one...so I may start with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing off of what was last posted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying home now.  Partly because I couldn't get a job that I wanted, partly because I didn't have to work for the first time, and lastly, I got pregnant again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying at home is nothing like I had thought it would be.  I really enjoyed working and thought nothing could be as rewarding, but I was SO wrong.  I get close to tears when I think of all the things I missed in Kai's first three years. I will also say this its the hardest freaking job EVER! I'd rather go to work every day than deal with a toddler, but I am CALLED to this job and therefore feel happier (and more stressed and more tired) than ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-5585720631131723583?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/5585720631131723583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=5585720631131723583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5585720631131723583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5585720631131723583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2009/03/restarting.html' title='Restarting?!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-7491826515849363549</id><published>2008-09-22T20:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:46:00.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant Again</title><content type='html'>I've had so much fun the last few weeks looking over my pregnancy blog with Kai that I've decided to do it all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out I was pregnant on the 7th of September. We had been "trying" for a whole month. I'll never take for granted how easy that was since I know so many struggling. Of course, Chad thinks its his "man sperm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around I'm much different. I guess I'm excited, but not nearly as much as I was with Kai. By excited, I don't mean being pregnant in general, I mean about the little things. Boobs, tired, etc....I notice them. I express them to Chad, but because of precious Kai I just don't have the time to dwell on them. Last time it was all so new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy #2 will be a completely different situation than it was with Kai...not for the obvious reasons. For one, I will hopefully not gain 60+ lbs. I'd like to keep my weight at around 35-40. I realize that is still on the high side for most people, but for me it sounds great. I'm also starting the pregnancy out at a much better fitness level (but funny enough, the exact same weight 135!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this time around, I'll be going natural! I'm hoping to have a VBAC using a midwife a birthing center. This is an entirely new concept to so many people (and even still to me) so I'll be focusing a lot on the why's and how's throughout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the obvious, pregnancy while preparing child #1 for baby! YIKES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-7491826515849363549?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/7491826515849363549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=7491826515849363549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/7491826515849363549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/7491826515849363549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2008/09/pregnant-again.html' title='Pregnant Again'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-1722201005122966823</id><published>2008-06-23T20:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:36:49.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost a year....really?</title><content type='html'>Well, its been almost a year since I have posted anything. Ooops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say its been a very very busy year. I'll recap someday when I feel up to it.  Most of the reason I didn't blog was because either my DH was out of town or we all were.  And, I don't know what kind of freaks are out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad spent the end of the year in Rochester, NY. By the time he got home, we were working hard with Kai in speech therapy, I was in school to teach and the holiday were right around the corner. We spent the beginning of the year living in Florida. I really wish I would have blogged during that time because it was all so interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home in February, I started subbing which severely (rightfully so) cut into my blogging/internet time.  It also cut into my energy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm home....possibly for good. I haven't decided what to do. I finally have the option.  So, we'll see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most important things to change over the last year is Kai's speech....which I think I'll put in another post so I can have it all together...alone....okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-1722201005122966823?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/1722201005122966823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=1722201005122966823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1722201005122966823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1722201005122966823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2008/06/almost-yearreally.html' title='Almost a year....really?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-9146831469401682346</id><published>2008-06-03T22:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:47:25.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My first video upload....test</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wzy-c3jJZtU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wzy-c3jJZtU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-9146831469401682346?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/9146831469401682346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=9146831469401682346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/9146831469401682346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/9146831469401682346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first-video-uploadtest.html' title='My first video upload....test'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-858394772489005810</id><published>2007-09-05T20:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:26:49.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A series of bad hair days...</title><content type='html'>No, not me.  In honor of my childs upcoming 2nd birthday, i revisited all of his first year pics.  The poor child had the WORST hair.  He was born with TONS of hair. Everyone kept telling me that it would fall out, but it never did.  Well, the back did.  He had the reverse of male pattern baldness.  Poor kid.  Enjoy the laugh.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Rt9mXe598_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/GybA3FN8ARo/s1600-h/DSCF0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Rt9mXe598_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/GybA3FN8ARo/s320/DSCF0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Rt9mXu599AI/AAAAAAAAAKc/UWn07zGrfnc/s1600-h/DSC01608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Rt9mXu599AI/AAAAAAAAAKc/UWn07zGrfnc/s320/DSC01608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Rt9mYO599BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/H2nUy_HV6hs/s1600-h/DSC02719-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Rt9mYO599BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/H2nUy_HV6hs/s320/DSC02719-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Rt9mYe599CI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_wBp8FO4Clw/s1600-h/DSC02761-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Rt9mYe599CI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_wBp8FO4Clw/s320/DSC02761-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-858394772489005810?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/858394772489005810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=858394772489005810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/858394772489005810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/858394772489005810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/09/series-of-bad-hair-days.html' title='A series of bad hair days...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Rt9mXe598_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/GybA3FN8ARo/s72-c/DSCF0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-5863402689842156352</id><published>2007-08-26T07:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T06:44:21.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest week ever.</title><content type='html'>This week started out with the flight below on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, as I'm getting dressed I hear a dripping noise. Interesting, I think I must have left a faucet leaking the entire time I was gone. I look around and sure enough the tub is wet, but the faucets are dry. You know what that means? Yup, big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; leak in the ceiling! Turns out the AC was leaking. Great. So that took a whole day. Now I have to get the darn thing fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Kai had a massive meltdown in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Albertsons&lt;/span&gt; over some cars. He whined all through the store. I only went in for three items before church. As I'm checking out he tries to stand up in the cart. I quickly grab him and put him in the big part of the cart. When I turn back around he's still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wiggin&lt;/span&gt;' out and has a leg over the side. I'm thinking, "what the heck??" So I go to hold him and he's squirming to get loose. So, out of curiosity, I let him down to see what he's wanting. He RUNS to the center of the self checkout lanes where there is a display of cars. Not the cars in packages but little metal cars ($4.99/each). He grabs two and sits on the floor and starts playing. I finish my quick checkout and try to explain that we can't take them. So I was surprised when he put one up. But, he had a death grip on the school bus. Of course, you know how the story ends, I ended up having to rip it from his hands and running out of the store with a screaming toddler. I will forever have sympathy for other moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was pretty decent. I can't think of any major fits. I did get to go see my old boss who I miss dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt; starts. Nasty rank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nuf&lt;/span&gt; said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, nasty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt; continues. I run by Tom Thumb on my way home from mom and dad's to get flavored water since I'm not giving Kai milk or juice as both seem to be going right through him. I get home and reach in for some ice and feel water. What??? Sure enough, EVERYTHING is melted....frozen veggies are mushy, frozen dinners are runny, and ice cream, well you know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;THe&lt;/span&gt; day before i ran back in the house to grab some fish to take to mom and dad's, i guess i didn't properly shut the freezer. We have a door alarm, but it doesn't do you any good if you aren't home to hear it. I think the worst part was I couldn't blame anyone. I was all my fault. So I had to throw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt; out. I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;WalMart&lt;/span&gt; later to restock it. It only took $40. Luckily all of my frozen meats are in the outside freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Sunday. We are still exploding, so no church for us. I'm so stir crazy its silly. But really, where can I go?? What if we explode??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-5863402689842156352?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/5863402689842156352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=5863402689842156352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5863402689842156352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5863402689842156352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/08/longest-week-ever.html' title='Longest week ever.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-8432230497722770268</id><published>2007-08-26T07:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T10:01:12.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest. Flight. Ever.</title><content type='html'>Here is a brief recap of my flight last Monday. All I can say is Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4am EST (yea, thats 3am here people!) Amanda wakes to finish packing, decides maybe to make the flight easier, this time she'll check the carseat and talk up kai being a big boy and sitting in his seat (BIG MISTAKE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;445am EST Kai is waken up to dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;515am EST arrive at airport with a security line extending WAY beyond the entry doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;545am EST after rude NYers tell me to hurry through the line taking off two pairs of shoes, removing a computer all the while holding a toddler....grrrrrrr..i make it through. kai is grumpy about being up so early. i make it through the mc donalds line with a toddler on the hip, backpack on my back and big ol purse on my shoulder. i'm holding the coke that came with breakfast and shoving burritos under the blanket in my purse....i look like a grouchy bag lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;615am EST board air craft. toddler is terribly excited and grouchy and chooses to stand on the seat and play with the blinds and refuses to be seated. i finally get him to sit down when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;710am EST "ladies and gentlemen, sorry for the delay, but there is a mechanical error going on. we've tried all that dallas is telling us to do. we need everyone to deboard the plane so we can turn it off and try a few more things." are they kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-830am EST (this is when kai would typically be waking up) there is much laying around and whining on the toddlers part in the lounge. we watch other planes take off and people rush to change their flight. i sat silently and prayed for god to give the men wisdom and me sanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30am EST reboard the plane...toddler still not willing to be seated....oh, and boy does it get better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00am EST plane begins to taxi, kind flight attendant who has been so helpful tells me, kindly, that if i can't get him to stay strapped in (as i had tried several times) that i would need to hold and restrain my child during take off....oh my. you have no idea how my two year old hates to my restrained. there was screaming, snot, flailing, falling, pushing and hitting. i spanked and pinched, but nothing would get the attention of the sudden beast i had in my arms. people are staring and rolling there eyes. i can't even get him to sit stilll....HORRIBLE! the worst 15 minutes of my life. seriously, it was UGLY! (i only thought i had it bad on the first trip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;approx 920 EST the plane is still ascending and my child is still flailing and screaming. i rip of my seat belt and start walking the aisle. i seeing the FA coming closer (i'm sure she's upset as we are still at an angle!) as there is no rear galley on this plane. thankfully, instead of reprimanding me she asks what she can do to help and tells me not to worry and that people understand and if they don't who cares. she walks off and i shed a few tears that hopefully no one saw...i was trying to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30 EST kai drifts asleep. i return to my seat trying hard not to move. people seem to be pleased that the mess that is my angel is finally asleep. i start to knit. i run out of yarn and find out i left my next skein on the bed in the hotel. this makes me sad as i opted not to bring my book as i assumed i'd knit the whole way given time. i'm still to worked up to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1045 EST the beast awakens. luckily he's still drowsy and decides to sit and watch elmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1115 EST we are told to put away electronic devices. i think in my head maybe i could plead with the captain for the sanity of the plane, but decide to obey. toddler jumps up and starts to play with the shades again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130 EST told again to hold my child during the approach. this does not go over well and we have a mess on our hands again. once on the ground the kind older lady that hand to sit in front of the beast turns around and says, "he was so good." i'm thinking to myself, she must know i need encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1045 CST we park at the gate and somehow kai falls off the seat nails his head on the tray table and is now under the kind older ladys seat crying. icing on the cake, mother of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1100 CST i meet my loving father in that airport....so happy to see someone who KNOWS me and knows i have a decent child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear. i can laugh now, but it was so horrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-8432230497722770268?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/8432230497722770268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=8432230497722770268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/8432230497722770268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/8432230497722770268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/08/flying-with-toddler.html' title='Longest. Flight. Ever.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-3143858768352058400</id><published>2007-08-13T19:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:26:49.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>there is no greater love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RsEF4dLRHcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Dlhov08C8V4/s1600-h/mommylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098362720622812610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RsEF4dLRHcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Dlhov08C8V4/s320/mommylove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-3143858768352058400?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/3143858768352058400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=3143858768352058400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/3143858768352058400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/3143858768352058400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/08/there-is-no-greater-love.html' title='there is no greater love....'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RsEF4dLRHcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Dlhov08C8V4/s72-c/mommylove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-4377393608442336432</id><published>2007-07-20T09:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T09:25:14.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The refigerator hates me!</title><content type='html'>So, the other day, Chad and I come home from the grocery store and start going through our usual routine of cutting up all of the produce to be stored and easily accessible for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hand me the container of pineapple and I god to put it in the fridge. When I open the door, one of the door shelves flies out and lands on the floor.  All of our jams and things break and scatter around the floor.  We have a brief we-aren't-going-to-get-upset-over-this laugh and I start cleaning.  I even had to vacuum because of all of the glass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once everything is cleaned up I go to open the fridge, again, to put the pineapple up. Low and behold, ANOTHER side shelf flies out at me.  What the heck??? At this point, I'm kinda mad because twice now i've had to clean the floor up (and I just put all the cleaning stuff back up) and we've lost even more food.  At the same time, its pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our refrigerator came with the house.  The sticker on the inside says 1992.  Its an almond side by side. The water and ice maker don't work. When we moved in, someone had left something in it when the power had been shut off - yeah, that was gross.  I swore I wouldn't use it. I remember the day that my mother-in-law came over with gloves and ammonia and taught me how to complete clean that horrible thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It served us well for the past three years.  Several times, Chad and I ventured out and looked at different fridges, but really, we needed other things before we needed to replace a working appliance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sunday, after the second drawer feel out, my loving husband looked and me and said, "tomorrow I want you to go buy a new fridge."  I agreed, the time had come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Monday morning, I was at Sears when the doors opened. I walked right in, opened every fridge there and finally came upon "the one." After selecting "the one" it wasn't able to be delivered until the end of July. That wasn't going to work.  So they worked a deal and somehow I got a fridge that was $500 more expensive than the one I had chosen, for the price of my original selection.  NICE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I can't get the picture to work, but i got a Black Kenmore Elite Trio. Bottom freezer, french doors, 25 cu ft.  Funny enough, the old fridge was 25 cu ft, but this one hold so much more.  It was jam packed in the old one, now you open the new one and it looks like we never buy groceries.  I even have a whole watermelon in there right now! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-4377393608442336432?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/4377393608442336432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=4377393608442336432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4377393608442336432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4377393608442336432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/07/refigerator-hates-me.html' title='The refigerator hates me!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-5023022589353365138</id><published>2007-07-20T09:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T09:05:20.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kai's Birthday Present - Check!</title><content type='html'>i just bought a Thomas the Train table for $50!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been ebaying, craigslisting, etc for WEEKS and the lowest i saw was $100-something for the "official" table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to drop kai off, and two doors down they are having a sale. As i'm passing i notice the table.  I pulled into my babysitters, threw kai at her and ran down there. the whole time i'm thinking "i'll give them $100." I yell (as if someone was going to steal it out from under me) "how much for the table?" $50!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stinking happy!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://tinyurl.com/22nuyx" target="_blank"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/22nuyx&lt;/a&gt; table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://tinyurl.com/27qmje" target="_blank"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/27qmje&lt;/a&gt; play board&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-5023022589353365138?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/5023022589353365138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=5023022589353365138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5023022589353365138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5023022589353365138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/07/kais-birthday-present-check.html' title='Kai&apos;s Birthday Present - Check!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-4794473026223176186</id><published>2007-07-12T12:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T12:11:58.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving...</title><content type='html'>I've decided to move all of the diet and exercise info off of my family blog.  You can now find all of my diet and weight loss stuff &lt;a href="http://myfoodfinds.wordpress.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I just think this blog should stay devoted to family pictures and whatnot.  See you at My Food Finds Site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm also adding the link to the side bar).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-4794473026223176186?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/4794473026223176186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=4794473026223176186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4794473026223176186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4794473026223176186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/07/moving.html' title='Moving...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-7559427000509074677</id><published>2007-07-08T20:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:21:35.235-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWI'/><title type='text'>Week 4 of Get With It</title><content type='html'>Hahaha. So, on to week 4 of Get With It 2007. Get With It is the running training program I'm doing in Colleyville with Luke's Locker. I'm having an excellent time. I'm starting to realize why people seldom lift weights while training for runs...there simply is not enough time to do both...or energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm laughing thinking back on Liz's post a few months ago when she got started running. She said it best, at first its to the mail box, then it to the next block, etc. When she started I laughed thinking that I could never even run to the end of my street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard about Luke's I said no over and over thinking there would be no way. First off, I'm in horrible "cardio" shape. I'm really good at lifting, but I'm talking can only manage about 5 minutes on the elliptical - TOPS. Also, every time I'd tried running in the past, I'd get injured. I remember in college my friend Laura and I tried to start running, I got so injured that I couldn't even leap. (I know that sounds funny, but you know how you have to "leap" in essence in a stride?? - Basically my knees!) I also had a history of bad shin splints. Well, its week four and I'm still going...and without injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I signed up, I told them all about my previous issues and they told me my shoes were my problem. Sure enough I was suckered into buying shoe's that their store sells, but you know what, I think it has made all of the difference in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I like their training program, they start off pretty slow. I was shocked that even after missing a week of training I was still able to keep up with everyone this weekend. Actually, huge milestone - &lt;strong&gt;I ran my very first mile!&lt;/strong&gt;  We walked 6.5m, jogged 17m, walked 6.5.  I honestly cannot believe how easy it came to me.  Of course, I'm also realizing the difference in jogging and running.  I'm a good jogger! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So-the goal is 13.1 miles...which seems like such a far fetched goal when I just ran my first.  I logged on to &lt;a href="http://www.mapmyrun.com/"&gt;Map My Run&lt;/a&gt; to see just how far that was. I thought my parents house would be 13 miles, um, nope 6.5...WTH??  So in theory, by December, I should be able to run to my parents house and back on the back roads....CRAZY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-7559427000509074677?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/7559427000509074677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=7559427000509074677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/7559427000509074677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/7559427000509074677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/07/week-4-of-get-with-it.html' title='Week 4 of Get With It'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-1663312042857579234</id><published>2007-07-03T14:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:40:36.287-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>My weight story...</title><content type='html'>I feel really silly posting this, but its on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have rolled my eyes at commercials on TV for WW, Curves, etc. I mean, come on, how hard is it to lose weight?? I was a size four and taking enough OTC drugs to keep my appetite low and metabolism high. I had never stepped foot in a gym before and had over indulged in a diet of beer, bar food and fast food. What did I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago I stopped taking all of those wonderful over the counter drugs and it didn't take long for my body to realize all the help I had been receiving. Almost immediately I gained 10 pounds. 120 to about 130. This was right when I met Chad. He got me into a gym and started teaching me the basics of weight lifting, but we didn't change our diet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got engaged we were on a mission to look good, heck, who isn't. Our wedding was to take place on the beach, so we felt extra pressure. We ate nothing but oatmeal, egg whites, chicken, salad and brown rice for 3 months...and it paid off. I got married looking fabulous and weighing 128. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then married life set in. I started a new job further away from home, so hitting the gym was harder, which led to little time to prepare dinner (ha, and i used to think i had no time). The pounds started to come back on. We ate sensible, but not like we were prewedding. On my 25 birthday, I bought my first pair of size 8 jeans. I went to Chad humbly and professed how sorry I was that I had quit working so hard. He said I was fine. I asked, "at what point would you start encouraging me to go back to the gym" he replied, "140." I watched that scale get to 138 and then...I got pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy was not pretty to me. You can read all about it on my pregnancy blog. I gained 60 pounds. I worked out, I didn't eat horrible, but certainly not as healthy as I could. I Got home from the hospital after delivering that bundle of joy weighing 198!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motherhood and working leave very little alone time, very little time to take care of yourself time. FOr the last two years I started my diets over and over again. It's not like I didn't know what to do, my husband is a trainer for goodness sake, but eating all of that boring food day after day was getting me nowhere. Looking back on this blog you can see how many time I vowed to loos the weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point last summer i made it to the 140's again...but the scale never budged. I'd weigh, nothing. I'd go to the gym, nothing. I couldn't understand. I knew everything i needed to do, but nothing was working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of May, as I've posted before, I started going out of control with my eating. THe scale had been hoovering around 143/144, but was starting to creep back up. I was eating everything in sight, without remorse. My friend, whose husband is also a trainer (and who gave Chad and I our wedding diets), told me that she had joined WW despite what her DH thought about it. She just needed something new. SHe and I had personally talked about it several times, but knew we'd come against some major opposition seeing that our Dh's so this for a living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it and really wished I could bring it up to Chad, but was totally afraid. Finally after seeing the zoo pictures and then asking Chad if I were bigger or smaller than *blank* I knew something had to be done. The next morning I got up and proclaimed, "I'm going to WW, this has to stop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back I'm sure Chad was shaking his head all morning praying that I might stick to something longer than two weeks. When I signed up, rather than putting me down, he encouraged me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that day, every drop of food that goes in my mouth gets logged. I'm on a constant quest of the internet to find new recipes and foods. I've busted out the measuring spoons and cups and scale and measure everything I put on my plate. My thought is, heck, I'm paying for it, it better work. And it does. Its amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the weight that I've lost and all the food I've been eating. I don't feel deprived, or hungry, I feel revived! I'm eating what I want, when I want and I'm losing weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start posting on here my recipes and food finds like some of the other blogs I read. Hopefully my research can help others too. I may even start posting everything that I eat...only if you don't laugh b/c I eat A LOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-1663312042857579234?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/1663312042857579234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=1663312042857579234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1663312042857579234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1663312042857579234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-weight-story.html' title='My weight story...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-4054667430285832460</id><published>2007-07-03T14:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:41:22.759-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Finds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 point foods'/><title type='text'>Thomas Light English Muffins - 1 pt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thomas.gwbakeries.com/images/products/t_light_muffin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://thomas.gwbakeries.com/images/products/t_light_muffin.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy! These are perfect for a morning snack or paired with a Boca or Morningstar burger.  You can't beat 1 point bread item.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-4054667430285832460?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/4054667430285832460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=4054667430285832460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4054667430285832460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4054667430285832460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/07/thomas-light-english-muffins-1-pt.html' title='Thomas Light English Muffins - 1 pt!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-7680229042420831254</id><published>2007-07-02T21:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:48:04.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing...</title><content type='html'>Well, the surgery went just fine.  I slept the better part of Friday and Saturday, but by Sunday I had major cabin fever.  I've taken only a few painkillers...actually, only one today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit the road this afternoon...maybe a little too early! Nothing is worse than finally getting your rear in shape and then having to sit around all weekend.  I felt like a complete blob. I now understand better why Chad always says he doesn't feel very good when he doesn't work out.  ANYWAY, I held my Bible study this evening, got the Man to bed and decided to go for a leisurely stroll.  Well, 5 min in I decided to see how my body would react to a slight jog.  I was able to jog comfortably about five minutes..I'm happy about that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing about this particular surgery is they fill you with gas (CO2) to move your organs and better look around.  Well, that gas isn't in a place that it can easily escape (ie, you can't burp or fart it out), it just has to absorb. ugh...it think the gas is worse than the cuts.  I thought it was gone, but after my jog it returned to my sholder and under my ribcage....yucK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baby is sick too. :( He has the worst snotty nose. He's actually in there snoring! Poor baby.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. someone just emailed me this....how odd http://www.bearfireresorts.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-7680229042420831254?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/7680229042420831254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=7680229042420831254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/7680229042420831254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/7680229042420831254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/07/healing.html' title='Healing...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-4464375766336464607</id><published>2007-06-27T20:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:26:51.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RoMfP3WWBzI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zAemqUOgioQ/s1600-h/cutiekai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080939162020218674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RoMfP3WWBzI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zAemqUOgioQ/s320/cutiekai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RoMfQHWWB0I/AAAAAAAAAGs/-PBCttzJ7KM/s1600-h/kai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080939166315185986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RoMfQHWWB0I/AAAAAAAAAGs/-PBCttzJ7KM/s320/kai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RoMfQHWWB1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/zd8bW3h0ovM/s1600-h/MegandSissy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080939166315186002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RoMfQHWWB1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/zd8bW3h0ovM/s320/MegandSissy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RoMfQXWWB2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/u1RY5CjSf1g/s1600-h/zoocute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080939170610153314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RoMfQXWWB2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/u1RY5CjSf1g/s320/zoocute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RoMfQXWWB3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/0KFUSg28n18/s1600-h/zoocute2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080939170610153330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RoMfQXWWB3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/0KFUSg28n18/s320/zoocute2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-4464375766336464607?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/4464375766336464607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=4464375766336464607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4464375766336464607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4464375766336464607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-sharing.html' title='just sharing'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RoMfP3WWBzI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zAemqUOgioQ/s72-c/cutiekai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-7869461728447342012</id><published>2007-06-27T20:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:26:51.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>comparison...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me on mother's day weekend....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RoMdyHWWBvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yQ52G5PAKP0/s1600-h/zoo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080937551407482610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RoMdyHWWBvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yQ52G5PAKP0/s320/zoo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RoMdyHWWBwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tzxi1M_04Gw/s1600-h/zoo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080937551407482626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RoMdyHWWBwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tzxi1M_04Gw/s320/zoo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me last Friday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RoMeI3WWBxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/w50iRXupkbg/s1600-h/finallygettingskinner2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080937942249506578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RoMeI3WWBxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/w50iRXupkbg/s320/finallygettingskinner2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RoMeI3WWByI/AAAAAAAAAGc/IHpNO5QbpiE/s1600-h/finally+getting+skinnier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080937942249506594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RoMeI3WWByI/AAAAAAAAAGc/IHpNO5QbpiE/s320/finally+getting+skinnier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe?? Anything??&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RoMeI3WWByI/AAAAAAAAAGc/IHpNO5QbpiE/s1600-h/finally+getting+skinnier.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/20485114-7869461728447342012?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/7869461728447342012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=7869461728447342012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/7869461728447342012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/7869461728447342012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/06/comparison.html' title='comparison...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RoMdyHWWBvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yQ52G5PAKP0/s72-c/zoo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-6314736977752901748</id><published>2007-06-27T08:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T08:14:56.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>133.5!</title><content type='html'>8.5 lbs in less than 8 weeks!  I'm shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having surgery on friday.  nothing major, but i'll be down a few days.  prayers appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i'm currently running 10 on, 10 off.  i love my running club. they are a little bit to much on the no "weight training" crud. whatever. running isn't everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-6314736977752901748?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/6314736977752901748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=6314736977752901748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/6314736977752901748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/6314736977752901748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/06/1335.html' title='133.5!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-5604135479126572932</id><published>2007-06-15T20:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T20:53:23.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what i've really been up to...</title><content type='html'>well, i haven't posted on here for a good reason. i was trying to get some stuff figured out personally and i felt defeated about reading my old blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on May 18, i joined weight watchers. (no rolling eyes people) the week prior i had been with some people and when my DH and I were alone i said, "Am I bigger or smaller than ____?" He said, without hesitation, "you're bigger." I was shocked, i didn't realize that! This was the same week that I went to Market Street for lunch and grabbed a slice (600 calories) of Italian Wedding Cake instead of the fruit I went in for. I was out of control with my eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, you know loving food is what I'm all about. I was constantly struggling with this holiday or that celebration or just this once. I was eating all of the time....this is even after I was doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RHC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I woke up May 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, and went straight to WW. Funny, I know, I live with a personal trainer. But, I needed something new, something different. You know they make you weigh-in when you sign up...it was scary. 142.6 lbs. Not terrible, but not where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started tracking points and exercising more often. The weight seems to be falling off, which is odd b/c usually when you have less to lose, its harder to lose. I'm constantly thinking, "i guess i had more to lose than i had thought." I've already lost 6 pounds in 4 weeks. I've lost one size from an 8 to a six (ha, i haven't bought a pair of sixes since my 24 birthday!) My goal weight is 128. I should have said 130, b/c 128 just seems to low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, obviously DH was not originally thrilled at the decision of spending $40 a month to lose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weight&lt;/span&gt; when he helps people lose all of the time, but whatever. I think he's better now that I'm at the month mark seeing as I normally don't make it past two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to be 130 by Kai's 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday in Sept and at goal by the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also signed up at Luke's Locker for FIT2007. Basically an intro to running course. 6 months, walking to running a Half Marathon. Now, I think its seems a little far fetched that *I* could run for 3 hours in 6 months when I can hardly run 3 min at a time right now, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still motivated. I guess losing the pounds has reminded me that I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; do this. Crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-5604135479126572932?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/5604135479126572932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=5604135479126572932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5604135479126572932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5604135479126572932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-ive-really-been-up-to.html' title='what i&apos;ve really been up to...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-1854472318356114224</id><published>2007-06-08T21:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T21:27:52.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://russianbrown.blogspot.com/"&gt;Debbie&lt;/a&gt; tagged me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Summer Goals Meme will consist of 10-15 professional and or personal goals that you would like to achieve over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;in no particular order....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lose 5 more pounds and stay on plan.&lt;br /&gt;2. Properly lead this summers study. Stay the course, and keep other encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;3. Play more with Kai. (Sounds dumb, but he plays so well alone.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Be a better wife.  Stop being such a nag!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Find 3 new clients.&lt;br /&gt;6. Excercise at least 3 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;7.......dang.....i'll keep thinking, its late.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, 7. stop wasting so much valuable time on the freakin internet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-1854472318356114224?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/1854472318356114224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=1854472318356114224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1854472318356114224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1854472318356114224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer-goals.html' title='Summer Goals'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-296479487416586289</id><published>2007-05-23T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:14:21.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reclaiming your time....</title><content type='html'>Stop doing this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addictinggames.com/theimpossiblequiz.html"&gt;http://www.addictinggames.com/theimpossiblequiz.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL DAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-296479487416586289?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/296479487416586289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=296479487416586289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/296479487416586289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/296479487416586289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/05/reclaiming-your-time.html' title='Reclaiming your time....'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-1921314750275155474</id><published>2007-05-18T20:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:26:52.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I'll finish this time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've started four blogs recently and never finished them, hopefully I'll follow through today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm impulsive. Maybe a little too much sometimes. Impulsive is a funny feature for someone of my nature (ahem-tightwad) to have. I'm all tight and everything, esp with my dear husbands desires, but when when I'm ready, I'm ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today, I helped a client with picking up and taking people to the airport. On the way there I heard a commercial on 94.9 for the dump. I had actually heard this commercial earlier in the week for a bed sale starting Friday at 10. No big deal, hear a commercial, decide you'll visit the store sometime, done. Well, as I was leaving the airport I heard the freaking commercial again and thought, "you know, i'm right down the street from there right now." Maybe I'll just swing in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I stinking bought a bed! I'm not even kidding. Its not totally out of the blue as we've been looking...and even last night we discussed how we hated sleeping on the squeaky bed frame. So, I walk into this store, found the bed of my dreams, paid for it (well, financed it -D - don't worry, its only three payments), left. Delivered in two hours. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Rk5jcceKBKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tpm4wJss7I0/s1600-h/bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066095971168552098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Rk5jcceKBKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tpm4wJss7I0/s320/bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Rk5jlMeKBLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_5cbwW67pKQ/s1600-h/bed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066096121492407474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Rk5jlMeKBLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_5cbwW67pKQ/s320/bed2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, I'm typing this blog from my new, non squeaky bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps, have you seen these hilarious GO MEAT commercials?? Who is the genious that thought of that?? I meant they are so annoying and catchy....makes me want to go buy hillshire farms! &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/20485114-1921314750275155474?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/1921314750275155474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=1921314750275155474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1921314750275155474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1921314750275155474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/05/maybe-ill-finish-this-time.html' title='Maybe I&apos;ll finish this time....'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Rk5jcceKBKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tpm4wJss7I0/s72-c/bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-5198410499907520082</id><published>2007-04-30T20:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:26:53.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years</title><content type='html'>Yup, been married three years today. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three years ago today I got seriously ill after my beach wedding. :) Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Papa's Brothers Steakhouse and reminisced over good times from the past three years. A lto has happened in three years. Deaths, births, marriages, divorces (more than we care to admit)....but we're still here, together, and working harder than ever to meet our goal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RjapU4TkgZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1wpR1NW4sf4/s1600-h/Lamica-R4-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059417407574278546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RjapU4TkgZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1wpR1NW4sf4/s200/Lamica-R4-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RjapLITkgYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6oB5waexSsI/s1600-h/Lamica-R3-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059417240070553986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RjapLITkgYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6oB5waexSsI/s200/Lamica-R3-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RjaplYTkgaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QLEqOLlKjyg/s1600-h/Lamica-R7-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059417691042120098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RjaplYTkgaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QLEqOLlKjyg/s200/Lamica-R7-30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RjapU4TkgZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1wpR1NW4sf4/s1600-h/Lamica-R4-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RjapU4TkgZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1wpR1NW4sf4/s1600-h/Lamica-R4-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RjapU4TkgZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1wpR1NW4sf4/s1600-h/Lamica-R4-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Rjap8ITkgbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/h9ebiw3SRDE/s1600-h/Lamica-R7-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059418081884144050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Rjap8ITkgbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/h9ebiw3SRDE/s200/Lamica-R7-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RjaqSITkgcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LA8LUFsRUfg/s1600-h/Lamica-R7-5_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059418459841266114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RjaqSITkgcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LA8LUFsRUfg/s320/Lamica-R7-5_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RjapU4TkgZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1wpR1NW4sf4/s1600-h/Lamica-R4-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/20485114-5198410499907520082?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/5198410499907520082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=5198410499907520082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5198410499907520082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5198410499907520082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/04/3-years.html' title='3 years'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RjapU4TkgZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1wpR1NW4sf4/s72-c/Lamica-R4-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-3952540769207960351</id><published>2007-04-29T20:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T20:53:48.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to weathermen,,,I TRUST TROY!!!</title><content type='html'>But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Delkus&lt;/span&gt; does Deliver.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad to say.....and those of you who "really" know me are totally cracking up at how serious this is to me....but I now know that Troy's last day of being the Chief &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Meteorologist&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WFAA&lt;/span&gt; Channel 8 is July 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Troy has been there for me, literally, my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the days were drawing near, but I didn't know the official date. This is the man that inspired me to learn about the weather, so much so that I sometimes feel I can predict it. He gave me a passion for chasing storms...don't ask. He was the man that told me to get in my bathtub when I was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TCU&lt;/span&gt; for the Fort Worth tornado.... He was the one convincing me to get out of the bathtub/or basement of the library the 4 times I was there at UTA during tornadoes!! I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on such a personal level, he's such a GREAT guy. Strong christian. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Philanthropist&lt;/span&gt;. Uh, LOVE HIM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we are moving on these days. As even the great Troy said, Dallas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; take well to newcomers. So, they have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;breaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Delkus&lt;/span&gt; in for the last year. Troy only appears at six now. I'll admit, I wasn't happy at first. Not because I didn't like Pete, but I just didn't know him. What about Greg and Steve?!?! But now, I go to Pete. I like him. I'm loving the current commercials they have "Delkus Delivers." During the ice storms and tornadoes this years, he's put me to ease... I trust Pete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Troy_Dungan"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Troy_Dungan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**okay seriously, I was working on this very serious post about adoption and my friends and then I hear something like Troy's official end date and I'm done...***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-3952540769207960351?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/3952540769207960351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=3952540769207960351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/3952540769207960351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/3952540769207960351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/04/ode-to-weathermeni-trust-troy.html' title='Ode to weathermen,,,I TRUST TROY!!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-1948162396561976898</id><published>2007-04-25T21:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:34:23.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you.</title><content type='html'>So regarding my post earlier this week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you suspected and emailed me. :) It was regarding my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, these last few months have been very trying. It's difficult working for an absent boss. It's difficult to continue, to be questioned on everything that "used" to be standard. It's difficult to have to rebuild from scratch the relationship you had with someone. It's not that I was mistreated or anything, but it just started to becoming a "survival" job rather than a "growing" job....does that make any sense?? It was just a matter of time that my job would be ending, so I found a solution for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I met with Dan and his wife to discuss working for them as a contractor rather than an employee. Basically, I was quitting my job and asking to keep there business, talk about a hard sell. But all it took was a little, "this is best for you and for me" and they were in. This relieves them of the liabilities that come with having an employee and it allows me to grow, expand, and someday maybe make more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, my last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;technical&lt;/span&gt; day as an employee is this Friday. So now I'm moving offices, getting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DBA&lt;/span&gt;, a new bank account....its all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happening&lt;/span&gt; and I'm freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep us lifted up (and certainly don't ask us to go do anything) as I will not be paid for the entire month of May. :( I'll get my last paycheck on Monday and then I wait until I bill in June for May.....terrifying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you wanting to hear about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RHC&lt;/span&gt;. I'm still working out, but my diet went to CRAP this week and last. I'm horrified at how I've been eating. Why is it that once you start eating bad, its so hard to stop again. For example, I ate well all last week knowing that during the weekend I would blow it b/c of the film and all the guests etc. So since last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;successfully&lt;/span&gt; cheated on my diet at least once a day - if not more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;: big mac &amp; fries with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pappa's&lt;/span&gt; brothers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;au&lt;/span&gt; gratin potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;: um, was pretty good worst think i ate was brisket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;: not terrible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ceaser&lt;/span&gt; salad at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pappadeaux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;: HORRIBLE! chips, salsa, cake, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;chorizo&lt;/span&gt; and eggs....i didn't eat any structured meal besides breakfast and after that all i had were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;junky&lt;/span&gt; sides since i don't eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;crawfish&lt;/span&gt; or shrimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;italian&lt;/span&gt; bistro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tortellini&lt;/span&gt; vodka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;: good - right on diet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;wedsnesday&lt;/span&gt;:snooty pig pot roast day; cheeseburger when i bought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;kai&lt;/span&gt; nuggets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats funny is I feel like CRAP, but I can't stop myself from saying, "one more meal." and then it'll be the weekend and I'll say, "but its the weekend." and we have company again (i know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; feeling like hotel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;gundersen&lt;/span&gt; - but they are all great so no complaints here) so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; say, "but we have company." i can now totally tell that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; an emotional eater. the last week (starting last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;) has been very stressful, and look at what I eat on those days....ugh. hopefully venting here will make me shape up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention that my partner in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;RHC&lt;/span&gt; is pregnant and is no longer doing it with me. I guess that is another reason for the lack in motivation. It helped knowing that someone else was doing it with me. Anyone interested??? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone can think of great names for my new company please let me know i'm stumpped.  something with office management, solutions, bookkeeping, account services.....i dunno, but i'm looking for that catchy work to go with it.....ANYONE?!!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-1948162396561976898?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/1948162396561976898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=1948162396561976898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1948162396561976898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1948162396561976898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/04/thank-you.html' title='Thank you.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-4356419748764275657</id><published>2007-04-25T09:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:26:53.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kai pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Ri93AITkgWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d6q3jtf6WxQ/s1600-h/kaicar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Ri93AITkgWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d6q3jtf6WxQ/s320/kaicar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Ri93AYTkgXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Itxc4MZnAo4/s1600-h/kaicurious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Ri93AYTkgXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Itxc4MZnAo4/s320/kaicurious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;What the heck.  These pics are so cute and I snagged them of C's cousins myspace.  I'm convinced that my camera just sucks.  Look at how much better Kai looks in these as opposed to ones that I have posted. He always looks so washed out in mine. Is it a camera setting??  Does anyone know???&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-4356419748764275657?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/4356419748764275657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=4356419748764275657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4356419748764275657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4356419748764275657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/04/kai-pics.html' title='Kai pics'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Ri93AITkgWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d6q3jtf6WxQ/s72-c/kaicar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-4578722989129486540</id><published>2007-04-23T20:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T20:19:53.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Be praying....</title><content type='html'>I can't say why, hopefully tomorrow evening, but just be lifting me up. I'm hoping that I'll be pleasantly surprised. ;) &lt;br /&gt;A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-4578722989129486540?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/4578722989129486540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=4578722989129486540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4578722989129486540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4578722989129486540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/04/be-praying.html' title='Be praying....'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-152329239454292684</id><published>2007-04-22T19:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T19:55:47.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been how long???</title><content type='html'>OOOOps. This week got away from me. :) Yes, I still dieted. No, I did NOT workout like I should. But I had good reason. C was gone all week in pre production for a new movie so I had no help in finding time to get to the gym. Not to mention 'v recently come under some micromanaging. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, spent the whole day with mom and dad. Bought Kai shoes, went to the park, avoided a lot of the news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, went back to work. Still tried to avoid the news, but got sucked in. I don't deal well with the news. Had a very emotional day as I had a fall out with a "work acquaintance," had a meeting where I had to fight for a new office, then all of the sad news coming from VA where in big brother attended all of his years. I swear I started tuesday with 2 missing acrylics nails and by 5 I had none! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, became outraged with all of the news....I'm talking OUTRAGED. I was so mad I wanted to blog on it, but couldn't muster it all out yet. Picked up C cousin at the airport to stay the night with me. K didn't go to bed until 10....ugh, he really was not good that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, rus around at work, mommy &amp; me, chad came back in town, dinner at Papa's Steakhouse with Steven Baldwin (yup, i'll pick up that name i just dropped). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, check day at work. Plus, I had a ton to do to get ready for the big premier. Left the house super late and got stuck in massive traffic. Thought I wasn't going to make it to the film. Saw SOOOOOOO many people. It was great to have such support. After party etc, in bed around 1230.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, everyone else got to sleep in, but the mommy had to get up with the baby, and get him out of the house as to nit wake our house guests and my sleeping hubby...grrr.... shopping, napping, and an investment dinner worth an entire new blog, in bed at 1230.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Crawfish boil with the Stone family.....enough said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted. And while I have a ton that I'd love to share my opinions on tonight. I can't muster it up. but here is what to come, Stars and big egos, the VA shooting and media coverage, the Hindu people I dined with, and the premier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-152329239454292684?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/152329239454292684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=152329239454292684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/152329239454292684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/152329239454292684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-how-long.html' title='Its been how long???'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-1873834385854921331</id><published>2007-04-13T19:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:46:07.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RHC: Day 10 &amp; 11</title><content type='html'>Is anyone even reading this?  Does anyone even care what eat on a daily basis??  Maybe, I'm using this as my food journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday: &lt;br /&gt;B: the usual&lt;br /&gt;s1: yogurt&lt;br /&gt;l:sub club, baked lays&lt;br /&gt;s2: zone bar&lt;br /&gt;d: spaghetti, meatsauce, 1 cup steamed broccoli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;B: The Ususal&lt;br /&gt;S1: Nothing&lt;br /&gt;L: Blacken Tilapa, steamed veggies, salad, and a $160 tire&lt;br /&gt;S2: tortilla&lt;br /&gt;D: chicken with goat cheese sauce (i swear it was low cal, wasn't very much and far to salt for my taste) - i guess, i need to make a side to eat.  just not very hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday took a 45 min walk to tom thumb and back pushing the stroller.  Today did pulls and 20 min of stairclimber.  Read an entire US Weekly on the stairclimber...must remember to catch up on gossip more often while doing cardio.  I just need one more sprint workout this week and I'm DONE!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-1873834385854921331?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/1873834385854921331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=1873834385854921331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1873834385854921331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/1873834385854921331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/04/rhc-day-10-11.html' title='RHC: Day 10 &amp; 11'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-5050055013400244796</id><published>2007-04-11T19:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T19:43:55.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RHC - Day 9: Finally over the hump</title><content type='html'>Well, its official, I think I'm over the hump. I'm feeling great...and a little less hungry. I'm working my butt off in the gym. If it says sprint, I'm sprinting. I feel good. I just reread the intro article to the program again and feel motivation. I'm almost at my two week goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week might be a little harder with C out of town, and with the festival next week end and house guests....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with Chad today at a Sushi restaurant, but I wasn't horrible. Could I have been better, yup, but its okay. I'm still keeping up with it. I think I really am finally living what I preach about picking up where you left off. Cheat and then get right back on the plan, don't make a whole day of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****SIDENOTE: why the heck is my child STILL crying?? 20 minutes!*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Same - Cereal &amp; PB Toast&lt;br /&gt;S: um, tortilla in my car starving between clients&lt;br /&gt;L: a whole lotta stuff I can't pronounce&lt;br /&gt;S2: grapes and 4 slices of turkey meat&lt;br /&gt;d: steak fajitas :) no treat tonight since i was bad during he day...just water and green tea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-5050055013400244796?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/5050055013400244796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=5050055013400244796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5050055013400244796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5050055013400244796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/04/rhc-day-9-finally-over-hump.html' title='RHC - Day 9: Finally over the hump'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-6950649495506216648</id><published>2007-04-10T20:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:56:11.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Clear @ Dallas USA Film Festival</title><content type='html'>Well, the time has finally arrived!  Chad's film will be making its Dallas debut at the USA Film Festival on April 20th, 7pm at the Angelika Film Center.  I hope that everyone we know will be able to make it. We've waited for so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have further questions or are interested in going but did not get the evite, please comment and let me know so I can get it to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the preview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Do1kRNfnlXc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Do1kRNfnlXc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-6950649495506216648?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/6950649495506216648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=6950649495506216648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/6950649495506216648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/6950649495506216648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/04/midnight-clear-dallas-usa-film-festival.html' title='Midnight Clear @ Dallas USA Film Festival'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-4760147746365604242</id><published>2007-04-10T20:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:26:54.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy man...</title><content type='html'>So, we hit a few milestones last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) We got rid of the highchair and now sit like a big boy in a booster seat at the table.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RhxMzh2q8QI/AAAAAAAAAE0/98TwTPgIoLI/s1600-h/100_0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RhxMzh2q8QI/AAAAAAAAAE0/98TwTPgIoLI/s320/100_0172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We learned how to take our clothes off. 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:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RhxMIB2q8NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zTUUy1gp66A/s1600-h/100_0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RhxMIB2q8NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zTUUy1gp66A/s320/100_0161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RhxMIh2q8OI/AAAAAAAAAEk/SASbmTTArTA/s1600-h/100_0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RhxMIh2q8OI/AAAAAAAAAEk/SASbmTTArTA/s320/100_0166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-8638053746050712317?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/8638053746050712317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=8638053746050712317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/8638053746050712317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/8638053746050712317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RhxMIB2q8NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zTUUy1gp66A/s72-c/100_0161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-6246015649615374977</id><published>2007-04-10T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:52:11.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RHC - Day 8</title><content type='html'>B: cereal (the usual), toast &amp; PB&lt;br /&gt;s1: 2 oz turkey meat; 1 cup grapes&lt;br /&gt;l: subway club, baked lays&lt;br /&gt;s2: um, forgot - handful pecans&lt;br /&gt;dinner: chicken stuffing casserole&lt;br /&gt;s3: grasshopper 100 calorie pack &amp;amp; diet coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG- can i just tell you....GRASSHOPPER 100 CALORIE PACK!!!!!! Do you KNOW what this means to me!?!? SOOOOOOOO good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get the chance to workout today. Good reasons too...1) its tax time 2) its tax time 3) my baby didn't go to sleep until 9 and the gym closed at 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My butt is SO sore. Not sure what I did yesterday that made it so bad, but man I'm hurting. I guess that's good. I've actually been working extremely hard at the gym these days. I'm making every set, every rep count. I've been trying to up my speeds on the treadmill while running sprints. I think I'm getting over the hump....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-6246015649615374977?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/6246015649615374977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=6246015649615374977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/6246015649615374977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/6246015649615374977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/04/rhc-day-8.html' title='RHC - Day 8'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-6020490251312820289</id><published>2007-04-10T09:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T10:40:58.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RHC still going....</title><content type='html'>Day 7: nothing, ate any and everything i wanted! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8: Back on the wagon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: raisin bran, soy milk, toast &amp; pb&lt;br /&gt;s1: zone bar&lt;br /&gt;L: Turkey Sandwich and spinach salad w/oil &amp; vinegar&lt;br /&gt;S2: Yogurt&lt;br /&gt;D: 6 ox flank steak, 1 burrito tortilla, 2 tbs sour cream, .25 cup cheese, lettuce, salsa&lt;br /&gt;s3: no sugar added fudgesicle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far today is going great.  went to mommy and me gymnastics. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-6020490251312820289?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/6020490251312820289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=6020490251312820289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/6020490251312820289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/6020490251312820289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/04/rhc-still-going.html' title='RHC still going....'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-3908347144058872295</id><published>2007-04-07T19:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T19:26:45.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 - Cheesecake Factory - Nuf said.</title><content type='html'>Um, I started today off well. I think the only meal I nailed was breakfast. Then it was hotdogs (yeah, i had two, what of it?) and cupcakes at a birthday party and Cheesecake Factory tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't blame it on anything but "having" too. I mean seriously, have you ever "tried" to be good at Cheesecake?? I did have steak diane and i HIGHLY recommend it. It was the first time i've ever finished a meal there with out a to-go box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote out the diet plan and workout regimen for the week. Looks good, I threw in some subway, spaghetti, and steak fajitas. :) It should be better than the all chicken and turkey i did last week. I added 100 calories to help from feeling starved. I mean, its okay to be hungry, but not starving. Starving leads to overeating (ahem - me, today) which leads to failure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad is off to a movie and I'm literally so full I could puke...no really. Maybe puking is a good idea at this point....KIDDING! I think I'm going to go read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, great new drink to try: Lipton To Go Green Tea Mandarin/Mango...OMG!! This actually makes green tea so good I'll drink it all day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-3908347144058872295?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/3908347144058872295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=3908347144058872295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/3908347144058872295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/3908347144058872295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/04/day-6-cheesecake-factory-nuf-said.html' title='Day 6 - Cheesecake Factory - Nuf said.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-7392575313488656978</id><published>2007-04-06T14:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T14:36:57.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RHC - Day 5:  Where did that wagon go??</title><content type='html'>Yup, you read that right. I fell off, but I'm okay. I had my breakfast and snacks as I should this morning, but then met Mom and Megs for lunch at Red, Hot and Blue.  Um, have you ever been there??  TO-DIE-FOR!  YUM!  And tonight is the ladies meeting at church and we are having frito pies, ahem, at my stupid suggestion.  Its cold, this will be the last time to have chili until October, at least!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm justifying it this way. We were supposed to have a big ol' shin-dig at my parents tomorrow, but because of the weather, we cancelled, so I cheated a day early and tomorrow I'll be good again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: raisin bran, soy milk, toast with PB&lt;br /&gt;S1: String cheese, apple&lt;br /&gt;L: Salad @ Red, Hot, and Blue, Creamy dressing (but not too much) and onion rings &lt;br /&gt;S2: skipping since I'm still so full from lunch&lt;br /&gt;D: CHILI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workout--grrrr....i really don't wanna, but I'm about to go get Kai and head to the gym. Today is the PULL workout and sprint intervals.  **FUN**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope yall have a great rest of the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-7392575313488656978?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/7392575313488656978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=7392575313488656978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/7392575313488656978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/7392575313488656978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/04/rhc-day-5-where-did-that-wagon-go.html' title='RHC - Day 5:  Where did that wagon go??'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-2013212541870101252</id><published>2007-04-05T19:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T19:44:25.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RCH - Day 4: yeah.</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to remember why my original goal was two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super busy day.  Kai is still really teasting me and its driving me BONKERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Multigrain scone&lt;br /&gt;S1: Almonds&lt;br /&gt;L: Subway Club, Baked Lays&lt;br /&gt;S2:......um, don't think I had one&lt;br /&gt;D: Chicken burrito (chicken, onions, roasted red peppers, tortilla), fudgesicle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i didn't follow my diet at all today.  I still made it in the right calorie range, but just didn't plan for the day well.  It was one before I even realized I hadn't had lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my scheduled off day for working out. I was sitll going to attempt it, but bailed b/c it was for and DH says ex works out everyday at four...wasn't it the mood for it.  I'll get over it soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-2013212541870101252?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/2013212541870101252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=2013212541870101252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/2013212541870101252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/2013212541870101252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/04/rch-day-4-yeah.html' title='RCH - Day 4: yeah.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-305775849045270012</id><published>2007-04-04T20:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T19:44:58.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RHC-Day 3: -ugh-</title><content type='html'>Yup, day three. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day three has been hard. Clearly this was a busy day for me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;as I&lt;/span&gt; didn't post all day. In fact, I think I was in my office for all of, um, 2.5 hours today. I swear, I was working all day. And gas being 2.57 a gallon is NOT helping my situation. Sure, I get reimbursed on mileage, but it never seems like enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its also hard to stick to your diet on the road. I had to have both my snacks at the interval that i should have had snack one and lunch; then lunch was snack three...you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Raisin Bran, Soy milk, Ezekiel Bread, Peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;S1: Zone Bar&lt;br /&gt;S2: Yogurt &amp; Almonds&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: Turkey Sandwich, pretzels, apple&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: Steak (broiled-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blech&lt;/span&gt;!), couscous, salad w/oil &amp;amp; vinegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only did my lifting routine; here's why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to go ahead and post this even though it might seem silly. I already talked to DH about it and he understands, so might as well vent here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you have an ex? HA! How many of you were got hurt by an ex?  Ha, again! Okay, so most of you would understand my feeling that you want to look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;smokin&lt;/span&gt;' hot when you see an ex.  You know, kinda a aren't-you-wishing-you-didn't-make-that-mistake look.  Well...even if you don't, I do.  Of course, I want to look good around most people, but especially an ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually live near an ex.  My husband actually grew up with said ex.  The ex works for the city and owns a company therein.  I guess you know you are going to cross paths.  I didn't see the ex from 99 to about 2003, when I ran into him at a gas station. No biggie, looked decent, not stunning, but good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll forward to 2005.  Four days before my c-section, weighing in at almost 200 lbs. I had spent the day painting the 10 commandments on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kai's&lt;/span&gt; walls.  I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hormonal&lt;/span&gt; breakdown in the middle of the day that cleared my face of makeup.  When we decided to go out for our "last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; night before kids," i was too tired to get too dressed up.  So I put on a frumpy makes-you-look-30-lbs-heavier sweater shirt, threw my hair in a ponytail, and said forget it to makeup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, you guessed it.  The ex was at the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hibachi&lt;/span&gt; restaurant. Could you imagine had we been seated with them?!!?!  UGH!  Anyway, thankfully they left before we did....or so I thought.  When we were leaving they were all sitting at the front door!!  We had to say hi. None of them even recognized me. To make matters worse, his wife was two months less pregnant than me and look FAB!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Horrifying&lt;/span&gt; is the only way to describe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I'm at my new gym.  Working hard. Sweating hard...like, I'm talking armpit sweat, people!! Wearing old faded workout clothing (not my almost-to-cute-wear-to-workout clothing).  Yup, you guessed it. And let me tell you, there was no way I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;gettin&lt;/span&gt;' my jiggly arse on the treadmill to do sprints in that condition.  So I finished lifting and got the HECK outta there.  Again, when I said "Hi" being polite he acted like he didn't recognize me....Am I that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;forgettable&lt;/span&gt;???  I think its a game...still a jerk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There....feel better now...laugh at my vanity all you want....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-305775849045270012?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/305775849045270012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=305775849045270012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/305775849045270012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/305775849045270012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/04/rhc-day-3-ugh.html' title='RHC-Day 3: -ugh-'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-548580291918498466</id><published>2007-04-03T18:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T19:08:52.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RCH - Day 2: Complete</title><content type='html'>Well, almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dang kitchen sink broke, so I can't wash dishes.  I got over it and decided to go ahead and grill and wash things that *had* to be washed in the bathroom.  Go outside, turn on the grill, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nodda&lt;/span&gt;...yup, out of propane! UGH!  On top of that, I initially didn't think the sink was broken, just that I had to use it slowly so it wouldn't back up. Um, yeah, water started coming out from under the cabinet.  :(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that the only-took-a-one-hour-nap-today toddler has suddenly decided to hate the bath again?!?!  The last three times he has just stood there and screamed. Then, when you try to wash his hair he grabs on you soaking both you and the floor all the while screaming his head off.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a very cranky toddler, a flooding home, I'm soaking wet and I can't grill my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flippin&lt;/span&gt;' steak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad is out in Irving and will be bringing home Boston Market. Expensive, but healthy. So here is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;todays&lt;/span&gt; recap while I'm waiting on my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Weight Control Oatmeal &amp; Banana&lt;br /&gt;S1: Apple &amp;amp; String Cheese&lt;br /&gt;L: Turkey sandwich, strawberries, carrots (tomorrow I get pretzels and I can't wait!!)&lt;br /&gt;S2: Almonds &amp; Grapes&lt;br /&gt;S3: (just because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; having a late dinner) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FiberOne&lt;/span&gt; bar&lt;br /&gt;D: will be; Turkey, Dill Potatoes, Green Beans from Boston Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt;; 30 min; level 6; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stairclimber&lt;/span&gt;; est 180 calories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also has dawned on me that this weekend is Easter and I have a TON going on....how am I going to stick to a diet when there is going to be such great food around???  Chad told me that I should eat perfect all week, enjoy the weekend and then pick right back up on Monday.  The problem is I have worked so hard (um for two days) that I don't want to over eat all weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-548580291918498466?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/548580291918498466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=548580291918498466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/548580291918498466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/548580291918498466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/04/rch-day-2-complete.html' title='RCH - Day 2: Complete'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-5542056624094654219</id><published>2007-04-03T13:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T14:06:29.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still going...</title><content type='html'>I got to eat cheese!!!!  I totally forgot I could eat string cheese with my first snack of the day.  How delightful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it to the gym for cardio &amp; abs.  After I got dressed I realized that I completely forgot to do abs.  Oh well, those are easy to do anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging everytime I REALLY want to cheat....can you tell, this is what, my THIRD post today....dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did stop and get a large peach tea at sonic after my workout.  Hey, its only 10 calories and sounded better than the tall non-fat, no-whip, sugar-free cinnamon dolce latte (only 90 calories by the way) that I usually splurge on.  If you haven't tried this one, its a must!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thirty more minutes until I can have grapes &amp; almonds.  Then tonight steak!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-5542056624094654219?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/5542056624094654219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=5542056624094654219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5542056624094654219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5542056624094654219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/04/still-going.html' title='Still going...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-3306520681231240419</id><published>2007-04-03T11:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T11:55:49.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny story</title><content type='html'>I'm eating lunch and working and planning my work errands and suddenly I remembered a funny story from yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined the local rec center yesterday. I'm still amazed at why I would pay to go to a gym when I have a free membership somewhere else....ANYWAY.  So I go and join and before I go in and work out I go to visit the ladies room. I walk in and notice that there are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cleaning&lt;/span&gt; supplies on the floor and someone is in a stall swishing.  No biggie, the cleaning lady....  um, or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting there I see a MAN walk out of the stall and out the door.  I swear, I was thinking, "CRAP, I went in the wrong one!" I was blushing in my stall.  I didn't remember seeing any urinals.  I come out and look behind me as I quickly wash my hands...still no urinals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decide he's just the male janitor.  Then I'm thinking, is he just standing out there waiting for me to leave?? Am I going to make eye contact?  UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did end up having to make eye contact. :(  I felt like I needed to say something, like, "Sorry" but then realized that would probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrass&lt;/span&gt; both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe this story isn't as funny as I thought.  Hum...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-3306520681231240419?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/3306520681231240419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=3306520681231240419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/3306520681231240419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/3306520681231240419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/04/funny-story.html' title='Funny story'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-3124487307551212054</id><published>2007-04-03T08:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T08:08:12.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RCH: Day 2</title><content type='html'>I caved and ate the fudgsicle and then climbed into bed. I was so hungry when I woke up, but had a very difficult time eating the oatmeal and banana that I was supposed to eat.  I like raisin bran so much better. Busy day at work today. Hopefully will keep my mind off food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-3124487307551212054?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/3124487307551212054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=3124487307551212054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/3124487307551212054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/3124487307551212054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/04/rch-day-2.html' title='RCH: Day 2'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-7557157892093162361</id><published>2007-04-02T18:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T19:11:09.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RHC - Day One: COMPLETE!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so the first few days of diet and exercise are the hardest. Retraining your body to know when it is and isn't hungry is hard.  Retraining you mind to not crave tons of cheese and sweets....ugh. So I'm just going to write myself happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just trying to hold fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what have I done/had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: 1 cup raisin bran, .5 cup light soy milk, slice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ezekiel&lt;/span&gt; bread with 1 tbs peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S1: Zone bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Chicken salad on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ezekiel&lt;/span&gt; bread, 1 cup strawberries, 1 cup carrots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S2: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yoplait&lt;/span&gt; light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: Chicken, .5 cup corn, 1 cup steamed broccoli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did legs training and sprint intervals.  I'm exhausted but I feel good. I drank only water all day, but caved at 5 for diet coke. I NEEDED it.  I'm trying to hold off my craving for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fudgsicle (sp)&lt;/span&gt;.  Maybe this means I'll have to start going to bed earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I must admit, I'm hooked on Dancing With the Stars.  I've so totally made fun of everyone I know for watching it in the past, but.....last week we were at my parents when it was on and i got HOOKED!!! I'm loving it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hummmmm&lt;/span&gt;, maybe watching skinny chicks dance will hold off that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fudgesicle&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please go eat so cheese for me???  13 more days to reach Goal #1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-7557157892093162361?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/7557157892093162361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=7557157892093162361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/7557157892093162361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/7557157892093162361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/04/rhc-day-one-complete.html' title='RHC - Day One: COMPLETE!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-2990124193058806888</id><published>2007-04-02T10:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T10:56:41.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So far, so good....</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know its only noon.  So far I've had everything to eat that I'm supposed to . I've already been to the gym to do weights and am about to head back to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt;. I'm going to join the rec center in Roanoke.  Kai was TICKED today in the nursery at the other gym, even though my good friend was the worker...oh well I was ready to go. So about to go have lunch...chicken salad sandwich, strawberries, and carrots...not terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-2990124193058806888?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/2990124193058806888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=2990124193058806888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/2990124193058806888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/2990124193058806888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-far-so-good.html' title='So far, so good....'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-2034381325653575551</id><published>2007-04-01T20:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T05:28:36.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Hard Challenge Begins Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Okay, I hate even posting this since I have posted like 8 of these over the year. I'm starting a new workout/diet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;plan&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow morning. It's called the Rock Hard Challenge by Muscle &amp;amp; Fitness. Fellow blogger, Monika, see left bar, started it a few weeks ago and it looked good to me. Well, Chad did make some adjustments to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weight&lt;/span&gt; training as some of it is simply not safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to post my before and after pics. I'm not so sure I can stomach that. After baby, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; "hangs" different. The skin on my tummy, the fat under my butt, ugh....but hey, that's why I'm starting this. I'm actually doing baby steps. I'm aiming at making it two weeks since my average diet lasts only about 1.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thing for me is diet, so I took the diet they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;recommended&lt;/span&gt;, the diet Dan made me, and my own good knowledge and made my own. I have to admit, I'm pretty proud of myself I guess all of those years being married to a trainer has paid off. First I wrote then plan, then I added the caloric, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;protein&lt;/span&gt;, etc values so that I could know what to tweak. Much to my surprise, my diet averaged, 1650 calories, 48 grams fat, 221 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, 36 grams of fiber, and 100 grams protein. I think even Chad was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing to me was how easy I got to 35+ grams of fiber. I watched "Fiber 35" on PBS a few weeks ago and then found myself trying to put fiber into everything, but I was having a hard time. So, when I wrote the diet I wasn't even thinking of the fiber, but I hit 35 easily! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! So fiber is easy if you are eating right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically this fiber show told you all of the benefits, etc. Her biggest point, aside from other health benefits, is that if you can get 35 grams of fiber a day you will naturally ahem-"flush" away 2 lbs a month on average. To say it plain- you'll poop out 2 lbs! :) Now, I'm am NOT banking on that by any means, but going more is always better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...I sure just lost a few readers for sure. I can't help it. Blame my mother-in-law, after two weeks of dating Chad and complaining of a stomach ache the woman asked my how often I go. Seriously, but since then and learning about how gut health affects your overall health...it really opens your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-2034381325653575551?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/2034381325653575551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=2034381325653575551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/2034381325653575551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/2034381325653575551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/04/rock-hard-challenge-begins-tomorrow.html' title='Rock Hard Challenge Begins Tomorrow'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-5848486376937990147</id><published>2007-03-30T11:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T11:33:35.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not again.....</title><content type='html'>Be praying for Kai. We have to go BACK to the dr today b/c he's getting sick again and its FRIDAY!!! Been coughing bad for three day, took a four hour nap yesterda (we had to wake him) and massive diarreha....ugh!  Kids.  Don't worry about me, I'm taking all kindas of stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, check out Nate Sallies new cd.  SO awesome, a lot like Ben Folds in my mind.  You totally hear his heart too.  I cried the whole way back to work after I bought it. And if you know me, that is RARE!!!  (Crying, that is)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-5848486376937990147?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/5848486376937990147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=5848486376937990147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5848486376937990147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/5848486376937990147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-again.html' title='Not again.....'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-4935415637569456434</id><published>2007-03-28T20:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:26:54.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because....</title><content type='html'>He's adorable!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Rgso5VBPWiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1t0QQ11mWLI/s1600-h/100_0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Rgso5VBPWiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1t0QQ11mWLI/s320/100_0123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-4935415637569456434?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/4935415637569456434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=4935415637569456434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4935415637569456434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/4935415637569456434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-because.html' title='Just because....'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Rgso5VBPWiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1t0QQ11mWLI/s72-c/100_0123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-3244164088451590534</id><published>2007-03-28T20:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:26:55.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kai &amp; Poppy!!!</title><content type='html'>Kai went through an odd phase a few weeks ago where he didn't want much to do with my dad.  Well, he's finally coming back around.  We walked in on Sunday and he grabbed this book and jumped in Daddy's lap. NOTHING makes me happier!! :) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RgsonVBPWeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Fhh4jyKiMio/s1600-h/100_0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RgsonVBPWeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Fhh4jyKiMio/s320/100_0128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RgsonVBPWfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LLJ-lokAvEY/s1600-h/100_0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RgsonVBPWfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LLJ-lokAvEY/s320/100_0129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RgsonlBPWgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/a-9yuNeksdY/s1600-h/100_0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RgsonlBPWgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/a-9yuNeksdY/s320/100_0130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Rgson1BPWhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dt7-bQkZtN4/s1600-h/100_0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/Rgson1BPWhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dt7-bQkZtN4/s320/100_0131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20485114-3244164088451590534?l=amandagundersen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/feeds/3244164088451590534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20485114&amp;postID=3244164088451590534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/3244164088451590534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20485114/posts/default/3244164088451590534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagundersen.blogspot.com/2007/03/kai-poppy.html' title='Kai &amp; Poppy!!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RgsonVBPWeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Fhh4jyKiMio/s72-c/100_0128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20485114.post-1807628949034046970</id><published>2007-03-28T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:26:56.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First pics....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RgsnxFBPWaI/AAAAAAAAADU/D1tlc5iefvY/s1600-h/100_0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RgsnxFBPWaI/AAAAAAAAADU/D1tlc5iefvY/s320/100_0144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RgsnxVBPWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/qi1_TO7Yjdg/s1600-h/100_0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RgsnxVBPWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/qi1_TO7Yjdg/s320/100_0145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RgsnxlBPWcI/AAAAAAAAADk/vspmM2vDfSc/s1600-h/100_0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RgsnxlBPWcI/AAAAAAAAADk/vspmM2vDfSc/s320/100_0151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RgsnxlBPWdI/AAAAAAAAADs/B0Bsr8z3o6U/s1600-h/100_0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YppYvMnps2s/RgsnxlBPWdI/AAAAAAAAADs/B0Bsr8z3o6U/s320/100_0156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; 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