<?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-5951406895176105252</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:37:40.772-08:00</updated><category term='fun'/><category term='Will'/><title type='text'>To The Moon...And Back</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/ffcYm5.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>simply mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011781612316332552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951406895176105252.post-5112515737963005004</id><published>2007-02-17T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T10:48:04.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Me Jesus</title><content type='html'>Hold Me Jesus- Rich Mullens&lt;br /&gt;Well, sometimes my life  Just don't make sense at all When the mountains look so big  And my faith just seems so small&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS: So hold me Jesus, 'cause I'm shaking like a leaf You have been King of my glory Won't You be my Prince of Peace&lt;br /&gt;And I wake up in the night and feel the dark  It's so hot inside my soul I swear there must be blisters on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Surrender don't come natural to me I'd rather fight You for something I don't really want  Than to take what You give that I need And I've beat my head against so many walls Now I'm falling down, I'm falling on my knees&lt;br /&gt;And this Salvation Army band  Is playing this hymn And Your grace rings out so deep It makes my resistance seem so thi&lt;br /&gt;You have been King of my glory Won't You be my Prince of Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard this song I was in a pretty dark place. It was right when I was deciding what I wanted to do about school, where I thought God wanted me, where I was going to live. It was a scary, scary time. I remember listening to this song, in a dark kitchen and crying out to Jesus. And He seemed to real. So ready to take care of everything for me. In reality things were bad. I was lost and scared and alone. But I had Jesus so I had everything I needed.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I face again another dark time. A time I thought was behind me. It hit me without warning (again), left me feeling empty (again), broken (again). I came across this song again. I want to be strong. To be the one who says I know it is going to be ok. But I said that once. And everything fell apart. I made a list of all the things I know God has done for me. I have listen to praise songs. Read scripture. But pray for me. I would greatly appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951406895176105252-5112515737963005004?l=tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/feeds/5112515737963005004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951406895176105252&amp;postID=5112515737963005004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/5112515737963005004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/5112515737963005004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/2007/02/hold-me-jesus.html' title='Hold Me Jesus'/><author><name>simply mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011781612316332552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951406895176105252.post-2270770680254668645</id><published>2007-02-06T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T16:34:19.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never, ever again</title><content type='html'>I walked into the room to view my husband with machines hooked up to him. Round  circular suctions on his chest, beeping monitoring his heart, blood pressure cuffs on taking his pressure. My usually big, loud, full of life husband looked so tiny and WHITE with his hospital gown on. The nurse must have seen MY colorless face because she quickly said "let's wake him up for ya." He did wake up slowly and I walked over to his bed. He looked up at me and said... "I'm starving."&lt;br /&gt;Scott was in the hospital getting his colonoscopy and the down the throat thingy (don't know the name of that one.) But seeming him that hospital bed made me decide one thing. No more. He is not allowed to ever get sick or hurt. He is the strong one. The healthy one. The one who makes you laugh and leaves you with a smile. No more hospitals for him! I personally can't take it.&lt;br /&gt;They didn't find anything by the way. Which upset Scott. he didn't want them to find something serious but he did want them to find something. He is in pain and he is sick. So back to the drs. in 2 weeks. Keep him in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951406895176105252-2270770680254668645?l=tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/feeds/2270770680254668645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951406895176105252&amp;postID=2270770680254668645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/2270770680254668645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/2270770680254668645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/2007/02/never-ever-again.html' title='Never, ever again'/><author><name>simply mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011781612316332552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951406895176105252.post-2657737863817146259</id><published>2007-02-02T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T18:38:14.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tis it true Phil??</title><content type='html'>I must say that I completely forgot that it was groundhogs day until I arrived at work this morning. As I walked through the halls, a giant groundhog was staring at me. The creature was here to greet the children. Then when I went into the classroom it was all the kids were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;       In case you don't know, Groundhogs Day is a PA holiday where we rip the furry creature from his nice comfy, hibernating bed and ask him to tell us if we should plan on packing up the sweaters early or bury ourselves in our houses for 6 more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;        I may have missed the actual tv presentation but no fear, a teacher's aid recorded it for us. So after 10 or so very long and drawn out minutes, Phil did not see his shadow. Did not scurry back into his hole. And so it goes we are suppose to have an early spring. Oh, one could dream. We all know how I feel about snow. And today pushed me to the limit. Early spring he says while I dig and dig my van out of teh snow drift that was created in an hour. My husband says he believes it though. He says the snow is going to be on its way out. Such the eternal optimist I married.&lt;br /&gt;All I know it thank God it is February. January is over. Hooray! And February is a short month, and off to March where we will hopefully start to warm up a little!  Not sure if I believe but I hope you are right Phil!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951406895176105252-2657737863817146259?l=tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/feeds/2657737863817146259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951406895176105252&amp;postID=2657737863817146259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/2657737863817146259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/2657737863817146259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/2007/02/tis-it-true-phil.html' title='&quot;Tis it true Phil??'/><author><name>simply mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011781612316332552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951406895176105252.post-6885726741660998018</id><published>2007-02-01T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T18:27:51.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heard my baby</title><content type='html'>I heard my baby's heartbeat. It always amazes me. Every single time. When I was preg with Will, Scott came with me to my first appointment. It was at 8 weeks and they didn't even try to find one. At the second one, Scott coudln't come. So Jenn drove me but waited in the van cause her two little ones were sleeping. I walk into the room not knowing what to expect and she pulls out the heartbeat thingy. (ALthough I didn't know that was what that was at the time) She says let's see if we can get a heartbeat. And in an instant there he was. Loud and clear and I felt like I couldn't breathe. Of course teh nurse, assistant or who ever she was said yep there it is adn quickly pulled it away to make a note on her chart. ( did not like that place at ALL) There she is acting like it was no big deal and I just heard someone elses heart beat beating inside of me. I didn't start to cry until after I left the office. And I felt that way hearing all of Will's heart beats.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Rachel. A new doctor (Thank heavens). He smiled a great big smile and said here's the baby. He left teh first time we hear her heartbeat last long and loud. Again I was amazed. And this time was equally breath taking. My dr. (same as the one with Rachel) was tryign to find the heartbeat. It was taking a bit  but he kept trying. Then my heart was beating so loud (worried) that he said he didn't know if he could pick the baby's up. But then there it was. My breathe caught in my throat as I heard it. There it is the Dr. said. I smiled and listened. That's my baby.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am preg when that 2nd little line appears. But I never FEEL preg until after I hear that sound. That beautiful thump-thump. Yep, here comes baby. And by the way, my ultra sound is scheduled for Feb 14th. Anyone care to guess boy or girl?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951406895176105252-6885726741660998018?l=tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6885726741660998018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951406895176105252&amp;postID=6885726741660998018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/6885726741660998018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/6885726741660998018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-heard-my-baby.html' title='I heard my baby'/><author><name>simply mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011781612316332552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951406895176105252.post-1820439664517108951</id><published>2007-01-26T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T06:33:00.698-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Pirate Will</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was sitting in the livingroom sorting through junk, and the bathroom door burst open. There stood Will who had stripped down to just his red and blue striped underwear. He was holding our toliet plunger by the gross part you stick in the toliet and the handle was pointing at me. Before I could scream out the YUCK! that was in my throat, he jumps forward again and exclaiming "I am a pirate! GGRRR.." So apparently he was going to attack me with his "sword." He did look so sweet in his little undies with his toliet plunger. I snatched it from him however, cleaned his hands and explained to him to not touch things that were once in the toliet. He smiled and jumped away to find his train-train. Never a dull moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951406895176105252-1820439664517108951?l=tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/feeds/1820439664517108951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951406895176105252&amp;postID=1820439664517108951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/1820439664517108951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/1820439664517108951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/2007/01/pirate-will.html' title='Pirate Will'/><author><name>simply mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011781612316332552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951406895176105252.post-2916243292905600234</id><published>2007-01-22T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:38:38.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you on the list?</title><content type='html'>If you are a HEROS fan than you know that phrase. Actually you could have never seen the show once and heard it. It is the new HEROS motto. The last one was SAVE THE CHEERLEADER, SAVE THE WORLD.  A couple of weeks ago NBC ran a marathon and played all of the episodes. Scott happened to be home and fell in love with the show. Which I guess he would. Super hero show for adults. So he called me from work to ask me to find a tape and record it. I don't think I have used my VCR, since, well, can't even remember when??? So I found an old tape and got it all ready to record HEROS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We only have basic cable. That is because most tv is crap. But is used to me and hubby's thing to curl up on the couch with some good tv. That is BEFORE CHILDREN. We used to love thursdays. Survivor, CSI, and then ER. Other ones would pop in and out. And now Scott has HEROS and I have DEAL OR NO DEAL. Gotta love it. Scott and I can't really watch it together because I am busy screaming DEAL!!!! and he is saying no way go for it all. Then we get into a little argument cause he says if he was ever on the show he would never deal. No matter what the offer. I say that is selfish. If Howie ever offers you over 100,000 dollars you better take it. Always fun to tiff over your imaginary million dollars. I also HATE how the chicks have to talk before they open the case. TALKING IS NOT YOUR JOB. JUST OPEN THE CASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We may not watch ER, CSI, or Survivor anymore, but we do make some quiet time for each other. We watched the COLTS romp NEW ENGLAND *oh yeah* and then I watched Scott play a new role playing game which I enjoyed as I dozed in and out of conscience. Those quiet times are so important. But ya know what. I think I need a meal in here somewhere soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     p.s.  On Sunday we went to church (as we do every Sunday). Will looked around at the end of the service and said "This was a good church day Mommy. We should come back." Okay Will. I think we might!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951406895176105252-2916243292905600234?l=tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/feeds/2916243292905600234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951406895176105252&amp;postID=2916243292905600234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/2916243292905600234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/2916243292905600234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/2007/01/are-you-on-list.html' title='Are you on the list?'/><author><name>simply mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011781612316332552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951406895176105252.post-5121161707548625278</id><published>2007-01-18T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T19:10:48.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard pregnancy, easy baby??</title><content type='html'>I wonder if you have a hard pregnancy, if it means the baby will be a really good one. No comments from the peanut gallery where my SIL had a horrible first pregnancy and a pretty rough first baby. I mean she was the sweetest but was fond of cry for no reason. And then there was Will. Definitely a rough middle and end pregnancy and he was…a rough baby. And Rachel…that pregnancy was so easy. Never sick, not much weight gain, no back pain, 2 weeks early. And now, I am so sick. I know my dear husband is sick of hearing it so I will tell anyone here who wants to listen. I am so sick all the time. I don’t want to get off of the couch. I am throwing up in the middle school bathroom at school. VERY embarrassing. I wake up sick, go to bed sick. Right now I am fighting to keep down the vomit. So what kind of baby will this bring. I think it is only fair that is you suffer through this, then you should be rewarded with super baby.&lt;br /&gt;            No, no. I guess that does not matter. I just want him or her to be healthy. I heard stories of so many sick babies lately and it does make me feel so blessed to have two beautiful, healthy children. And I pray that this baby to is strong and healthy. Even if my new accessory is my puke bucket. Every time Will sees me with it he says “oh no Mommy is going to frow (throw) up.” And he runs. Then Rachel squeals and follows him. All of my pregnancy e mail up dates say that soon (Saturday I begin the second trimester) this morning/all day sickness should end. Soon right?? Please???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Jenn- I have a lemonhead in my mouth as I type. Any other ideas????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951406895176105252-5121161707548625278?l=tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/feeds/5121161707548625278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951406895176105252&amp;postID=5121161707548625278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/5121161707548625278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/5121161707548625278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/2007/01/hard-pregnancy-easy-baby.html' title='Hard pregnancy, easy baby??'/><author><name>simply mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011781612316332552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951406895176105252.post-4610173945118592607</id><published>2007-01-13T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T21:53:55.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just noticed</title><content type='html'>Hey! I just noticed that my heart is on the little three on my little side bar counter. Yeah! And I know you all love the cartoon. Ain't it the truth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951406895176105252-4610173945118592607?l=tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/feeds/4610173945118592607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951406895176105252&amp;postID=4610173945118592607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/4610173945118592607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/4610173945118592607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-noticed.html' title='Just noticed'/><author><name>simply mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011781612316332552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951406895176105252.post-5705924898333242977</id><published>2007-01-13T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T19:50:12.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little under the weather</title><content type='html'>I know it has been awhile since I blogged. It has been a rough week. I started to feel a little under the weather last weekend. It snowballed and I found myself with bronchitis and dehydrated. So I spent the week trying to get from one day to the next. I went to work and came home ready to collapse. Now I am starting to feel ok. But on Thursday Scott started to have problems again with his stomach. Please pray for him. He is having some tests run this week of which he is very unhappy. He is at work tonight on third shift. He is making up hours he missed last week when he was sick. I hate third shift. I never sleep right. I am sure scott doesn’t like it either though.&lt;br /&gt;            On more positive news, I have Monday off. It is a company holiday. And since we don’t have paid holidays that means we are not allowed to work, but we don’t get paid. So I lose a day of pay which does stink. But it is a day I get OFF. I am going to have some blood work done and try and get Rachel’s pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;            Today was a nice Saturday. Will was playing in his room. I come and asked him what he was doing. He told me that he was Scooby Doo and he was watching the sponge bob movie. He was sitting on his bed staring at the white wall. So I sat for a bit. He looked over and smiled. I smiled. If you read Jenn’s blog over at Angelsfaith you know that Faith was wrapping things up all Christmas season and giving them away. Well, today Will must have been feeling the Christmas spirit. So he decided to wrap Mommy some presents. He stuck his “presents” in dirty socks he found on the floor. Still, happy that he was being sweet, I excitedly open my present. It was two little cars. I said thank-you Will! In my happiest voice. He smiled, snatched the cars from my hand, and said “that’s my cars mommy.” And ran off. At least he left me the socks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951406895176105252-5705924898333242977?l=tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/feeds/5705924898333242977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951406895176105252&amp;postID=5705924898333242977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/5705924898333242977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/5705924898333242977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-under-weather.html' title='a little under the weather'/><author><name>simply mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011781612316332552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951406895176105252.post-8206853665936786705</id><published>2007-01-10T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T16:19:21.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True</title><content type='html'>Cleaning and Scrubbing can wait until tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;for babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow&lt;br /&gt;So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951406895176105252-8206853665936786705?l=tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/feeds/8206853665936786705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951406895176105252&amp;postID=8206853665936786705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/8206853665936786705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/8206853665936786705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/2007/01/true.html' title='True'/><author><name>simply mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011781612316332552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951406895176105252.post-5866002118463137031</id><published>2007-01-04T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T17:33:36.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>I was having internet problems although a couple of nights I was so tired that I didn't even check my e mail! I have started back to work so I've been busy. We had a very nice New Year's Eve. I was ready to hit the hay by 10 o'clock, but the kids were ready to party. We went to Scott's parents house and had a little party with some great hot wing dip!! AAHHH!! Aunt Jenn bought plenty of party poppers and when the ball dropped it was Happy New Year for everyone. Except for my little guy who kept yelling "Happy Birthday!" And tried to explain that it was the new year and not anyone's birthday but he was already in teh swing of things. I had to drag them all home at 12:30 (Mom the party pooper!) As Will was going to sleep he said "Mommy, I want a birthday."&lt;br /&gt;Today Will and Rachel were getting a bath (not even a church day!) When Will got out I wrapped a towel around him. He walked around for awhile with his towel. When I went to get his jammies, I heard him yell "Mommy, come wook (look)!" "Oh no" I thought wondering what disasters I might find. He was standing in the livingroom naked with his towel beside him. "Mommy," in an angry little voice. "Wook (Look) at me. I am naked. When did I get naked!" Apparently he had forgotten his bath. "You took a bath Will. I took off your clothes."  He looked at me as if I grew a third head "Well, I still need underwear!" SO I laughed . To which he said "mommy, it's not funny." And then sighed loudly.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel walked across the kitchen a couple of times today. When I saw it I thought no, no. You always hope and clap and when they start doing it you say "OH MY BABY!" She spent the whole night following her brother and copying his every move. Which I found do sweet, but Will did not. I guess she did eat his playdough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951406895176105252-5866002118463137031?l=tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/feeds/5866002118463137031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951406895176105252&amp;postID=5866002118463137031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/5866002118463137031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/5866002118463137031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>simply mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011781612316332552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951406895176105252.post-6836864655278802421</id><published>2006-12-28T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T18:54:58.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potatoes</title><content type='html'>I love potatoes. You can mash them, fry them, cover them in cheese, butter, or parsley. You can bake them, deep fry…why the options are endless. I could eat potatoes everyday and be just fine. And one of the things I love the most is potato soup. I try potato soup at different restaurants and other places. BUT I love Gram Morgan’s potato soup. And I have been very hungry for Gram’s soup. Now I could tell her this and in an instant I would have soup “overflowith.” Gram is great like that. BUT how could I have soup like now at 9:30 in the evening? So Scott asked Gram how to make it and here I am. 9:30 at night peeling potatoes, carrots, and onions. Adding LOTS of butter and setting the timer. Could it be pregnancy or the love of potatoes. Hard to say really. But I know someone who is going to be mighty disappointed if I don’t have some good soup in 17 min and 49 seconds. Scott will be happy that he is working overtime until 2 am. OH but if this works. I am sitting here with a SUMMER PEACH iced tea, a book, and just waiting for my soup.&lt;br /&gt;            Will and Rachel are “sleeping.” Actually they are in the bedroom watching cars. They both WERE asleep until Will knocked his cup over that was filled with grape juice, and the lid wasn;t on tight enough. So Will and bed covered in grape. He woke up screaming, which is when Rachel woke up screaming. So after changing sheets, clothes, and getting a new drink with a new cup I turned on CARS and they are quiet.&lt;br /&gt;            And of course, as soon I typed that I heard “I need mommy” from the bedroom. So I went in and Will just needed to see me. But I did get to peek at the soup and it is looking good. So I am moving to the couch with book, blanket, TEA, and empty bowl waiting to be filled. I will have to let you know how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951406895176105252-6836864655278802421?l=tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6836864655278802421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951406895176105252&amp;postID=6836864655278802421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/6836864655278802421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/6836864655278802421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/2006/12/potatoes.html' title='Potatoes'/><author><name>simply mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011781612316332552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951406895176105252.post-3265467989262086163</id><published>2006-12-27T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T20:38:26.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A game</title><content type='html'>A - Available: Nope. Thank goodness. I have been married to my high school sweetheart for 3 ½ years. And he is a hottie by the way. ;)&lt;br /&gt;B - Best friend:  My best friend is my husband. He was my best friend before we were even married. I could and still can tell him anything. He is the only person in my life (other that the Big Guy) who loves me unconditionally. He is more than I deserve.&lt;br /&gt;C - Cake or pie: PIE. Of course. Cover it in chocolate. Add some fruit. Cool Whip is good too. AAAHHH…..PIE.&lt;br /&gt;D - Drink of choice: I do love summer peach iced tea. Lipton. UUUMM. But if we are talking soda I like Dr. Pepper.&lt;br /&gt;E - Essential item you use everyday: My microwave.&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite color: Pink&lt;br /&gt;G - Gummy bears or worms: Gummy bears. Still like to bite their heads off even though I can fit a whole one in my mouth. Yeah I know…&lt;br /&gt;H - Hometown: Bakerton, PA You don’t even understand&lt;br /&gt;I - Indulgence: The Dr. Pepper. I haven’t been drinking soda because of all the empty calories and sugar. So if I do drink it, I have one a day and NOT everyday.&lt;br /&gt;J - January or February: February- I hate January- just a cold long month. Don’t really like Feb either but at least it is closer to spring!&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids: 1 Boy, 1 girl, and one surprise on the way&lt;br /&gt;L - Life is incomplete without: Jesus&lt;br /&gt;M - Marriage date: May 17, 2003&lt;br /&gt;N - Number of siblings: 2 brothers, 2 sisters&lt;br /&gt;O - Oranges or Apples: Oranges, but only the really good, not bitter ones.&lt;br /&gt;P - Phobias/Fears: Not being enough&lt;br /&gt;Q - Favorite Quote: AS YOU WISH- simply the most romantic line in all moviedom and also one of my all time fav movies Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;R - Reason to smile: My husband. You just can’t stay in a bad mood around him. To know him is to love him.&lt;br /&gt;S - Season: SUMMER. Slower pace, warmth, no snow, the sun, low heating bills. AAAHHH, Baby number 3 due in August. ;)&lt;br /&gt;T - Tag: Anyone who wants to play&lt;br /&gt;U - Unknown fact about myself: ????&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you don’t like: broccoli. GAG.&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst habit: worrying&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays: Many. Broke my arm trying to impress a boy when I was 13.&lt;br /&gt;Y - Your favorite food: Hot Wings by far&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac: Cancer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951406895176105252-3265467989262086163?l=tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/feeds/3265467989262086163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951406895176105252&amp;postID=3265467989262086163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/3265467989262086163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/3265467989262086163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/2006/12/game.html' title='A game'/><author><name>simply mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011781612316332552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951406895176105252.post-4833835690074222579</id><published>2006-12-27T18:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T18:46:00.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas a little late!! We did have a merry little christmas. Will was dazzeled by the Santa thing this year. BUT even more exciting was how I heard him telling a lady at church that it was Jesus Birthday as she was trying to get him to talk about Santa. So proud of the little one.&lt;br /&gt;Will got trains and trucks and his fav PLAYDOUGH! Rachie got dolls and books (she loves to sit and look at books!) Scott got a video game from Santa and Mommy got to rest. I pretty much dozed in and out of sleep for a couple of days. Christmas day was excellent for that. But, alas I have found sleep to be much like a great dessert. The more you get the more you WANT!! I remember being tired with Will and Rachel but was I this tired???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on day 60! Only 220 to go. SERIOUSLY?? I do know that it gets better. Soon (hopefully) I will get some energy back. Also says &lt;a href="http://www.babyzone.com/"&gt;www.babyzone.com&lt;/a&gt;  "Fatigued? Many pregnant women spend the first few months so exhausted they can barely hold their heads up. Try to take naps, go to bed early, and delegate as much work as you can to others. Remember that you're working incredibly hard. Your body is growing another human being!" AND "Is somebody a little moody? Wild highs and truly horrendous lows, sudden mood swings, and crazy behavior are typical during pregnancy. Some of this is due to hormones, and some of it is because this is, truly, a very emotional time!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not sure if I was going to add the ticker at the top. I hate to count down cause it makes it seem so much longer. But it was cute and I thought I would give it a try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So It is 9:30 and the kids are asleep and scott is on second shift. I think I might curl up on the couch with a book from the library and let what happen may. Scott can wake me when he gets in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951406895176105252-4833835690074222579?l=tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/feeds/4833835690074222579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951406895176105252&amp;postID=4833835690074222579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/4833835690074222579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/4833835690074222579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>simply mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011781612316332552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951406895176105252.post-3830398756881892775</id><published>2006-12-14T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T17:25:55.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry, laundry</title><content type='html'>So It was 7 o'clock and both my children are sleeping...but not for long. Will wakes up on the couch screaming. I try to calm him down. You know, the frantic scoop up and rocking back and forth praying that he doesn't wake his sister. Pulling him maybe a little too tight trying to stop the screaming. J/K &lt;em&gt;maybe... &lt;/em&gt;But of course then I hear sister screaming. So I put the boy down and go get his sister. I return to the livingroom to hear a knock on my door. It was Jenn. Who says God doesn't care about the little things? She brought me this very cute Santa vase filled with a red, green, and white carnation (my fav.) Plus she held Rachel while I picked Will up who was now gagging because of his crying hysteria. I picked him up and he peed all over me. COVERED me in it. I was dripping. Now, you must understand, earlier in the day I had scrubbed the walls because of a certain little boy's aiming problem. Then Rachel got up from her nap and puked all over me. Now I am covered in pee, AGAIN. But I got to talk to Jenn a bit, something we dont get to do a lot since we are both working now and now both my chidren are sleeping. Hopefully for the night. When I told my hubby about my night he said, "If you are going to just keep getting puked and peed on you might as well not change your shirt until bedtime." I think he might have been serious. This is why he worries me somedays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951406895176105252-3830398756881892775?l=tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/feeds/3830398756881892775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951406895176105252&amp;postID=3830398756881892775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/3830398756881892775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/3830398756881892775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/2006/12/laundry-laundry.html' title='Laundry, laundry'/><author><name>simply mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011781612316332552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951406895176105252.post-8493273543769420798</id><published>2006-12-14T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T13:53:29.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is 1!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, she is one. This morning when I leaned into her face and said happy birthday and she smiled and said "momma," I almost lost it. My baby. Daddy was with the kids today but I came home at lunch to sing to her. We always had a tradition growing up that you always got a candle shoved into something adn everyone gathered around to sing the three verse Happy Birthday song. Yes, we have three verses. However, my little family only does the first one! So I ran home and we had a cupcake. She was so cute trying to blow out her candle. And then she dug into the cupcake. ONE! The year went to fast. This morning when I first woke up I remembered her little tiny figure in my arms. She is my princess. My angel. Here is a devotional that I wrote at the beginning of my angel's year. I thought it woudl be fitting as I now play and laugh with a healthy, beautiful one year old girl. *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct your path.”&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            She was coughing, choking, and turning colors and I was powerless to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            It was late in the afternoon and my husband was at school. My one year old son was playing quietly on the floor and I was trying to get a burp out of his three week old sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            As I had her on my lap, I began to pat her back. She started to cough and then it moved into a choke. I looked down at her and it looked like she had stopped breathing. She was quickly moving from a bright red to a purple. Screaming I grabbed for the phone, not sure who it was I was trying to call. At that moment she started to cough again and her color began to come back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            That was the first episode of many that my daughter would have over the next week. They began to come more frequent and more intense. She was now coughing all of the time and not just when she would eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            When it was happening, a fear would rip through me. “Oh no God! Not again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            At first I was upset. Why is this happening to her. A little innocent baby. Then I began to plead with God. Just let her sleep through this hour peacefully. I felt lost without any may or compass to guide me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            People continued to try and reassure me. “She is in God’s hands.” I know my mind said as my heart raced. “Everything will be ok” people called to say. “Maybe I thought as tears filled my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            My newborn daughter was hurting and I was as powerless to stop it as I was able to call down the moon. “We set up an appointment for her at Pittsburgh Hospital, “ the doctor said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Frustrated, hurt, and mostly defeated, I sat at home and held my daughter closer. “God, I know that Your Word says that all things work together for good. Please help me to find the good, the point, in all of this.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The next day at the doctor’s office, I ran across a family friend. She listened with concern and of course said that she would be praying for us. As we were called and walked back to our examine room, she called out to me. “Theresa, just remember that God loves Rachel, even more than you do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            A simple yet profound statement. I began to think on that and realize that God was working with us. He could protect and heal little Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The next day was the day we were going to take Rachel to Pittsburgh. We woke before the sun rose to begin the journey. When we stopped to get gas, I stayed in the car with the baby. Looking at her, so tiny and helpless, I began to cry. “Please God, I began to pray. But then my prayer took another turn. Instead of praying again for a healing, I handed over control. “God,” I started again. “I give her to you. I place her in your hand and ask that you do as you will. I know that you love her more than I do and will take care of her no matter what. Help me to give her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            For the first time in weeks, I felt peace. I gave the control to where it should have been all along. People are funny about control. Maybe that is why who holds the remote control is the joke of the ages. We all want to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            We say that we trust God. We love God. Of course God’s way is the best way. But when our control is taken away we crumble. “No God,” we say as we grab for the steering wheel. “I need to go this way.” “No, we need to do it like this,” we complain as we take the pen from His hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Finally, it comes down to this: God is either your God or He is not. We can’t put Him on the shelf and pull Him down when we think that we need His help or intervention. He is Lord over all of your life or none of it at all. He is Lord over your family or He is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Rachel now is better. They discovered that she had a respiratory viral infection that her body had to fight off. Praise God. But I know that for me, the victory came that dark morning, sitting in the parking lot of an almost empty gas station. Just me, God, and a prayer of surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God thank-you so much for your ever present help. You are such a good God. Thank-you for carrying me in the rough times and helping me see the beauty in it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951406895176105252-8493273543769420798?l=tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/feeds/8493273543769420798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951406895176105252&amp;postID=8493273543769420798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/8493273543769420798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/8493273543769420798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-baby-is-1.html' title='My baby is 1!!!'/><author><name>simply mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011781612316332552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951406895176105252.post-1360362511375071947</id><published>2006-12-13T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T17:47:25.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Will</title><content type='html'>I was in the bathtub and of course Will was playing right outside of the tub. He found a bottle of hand sanatizer and before I could stop him, he dumped a half a bottle in MY tub. "Will," I said! "I sorry! I sorry!" "Will do you realize you are sorry an awful lot." "Yep. and Jesus wuves me." What can you say to that. Indeed Jesus loves you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951406895176105252-1360362511375071947?l=tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/feeds/1360362511375071947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951406895176105252&amp;postID=1360362511375071947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/1360362511375071947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/1360362511375071947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-will.html' title='My Will'/><author><name>simply mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011781612316332552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951406895176105252.post-6933729026196427876</id><published>2006-12-12T18:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T18:32:22.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uh-oh</title><content type='html'>I had a headache yesterday. A terrible headache. When I picked the kids up and brought them home I thought that it was because I was hungary. So I started to eat. I thought it was helping the headache so I ate and ate. Then I got sick. REAL sick. I couldn’t get off the couch. The headache was so bad I needed a bucket. Then Will kept coming up to me and saying “You throw-up Mommy?” Then he would make a horrifying gag noise. Which of course made me WANT to throw up even more. SO my mom came up thank-God and I had one wet rag on the back of my neck and one over my eyes. It finally let up enough so that I could move my head again and not want to lose my dinner. So I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Today I woke up and the headache seemed gone. I was pretty nauseous though. The headache started again around 7 but not nearly as bad. Now it is not too bad but I have “stingies” in my belly, which usually indicates that I need to throw up. I keep thinking  maybe I have the flu bug. Which I am hoping more than “all-day” morning sickness. That could last weeks!! I never as sick with Will and only in the very very beginning with Rachel. But so far things are not looking so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I am going to lay down and watch House. Then I am going to bed. Hopefully I will wake up and feel fine. (after a full night sleep)  *fingers crossed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951406895176105252-6933729026196427876?l=tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6933729026196427876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951406895176105252&amp;postID=6933729026196427876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/6933729026196427876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/6933729026196427876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/2006/12/uh-oh.html' title='uh-oh'/><author><name>simply mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011781612316332552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951406895176105252.post-5717857391449080733</id><published>2006-12-10T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T06:18:04.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever seen an Angel?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was on my way to student teaching about 4 years ago. It was a sunny day but there was still snow on the roads from a quick storm we had a day ago. The roads I took to this little rural school were not always the best so I knew to be careful. When I hit the top of a hill and looked down I knew I was in trouble. In the other lane was an Amish horse drawn buggy. In MY lane was a little white car trying to pass the slow moving vehicle. I tried to pump my brakes but a pill of snow and slush made it impossible.&lt;br /&gt;            I started to slide and by instinct I yanked my wheel to the right sending me up the embankment. I rode on that for a second, destroying a small tree in my path. Then I start to come (tip) back down. All I can remember it looking out my side window and seeing the road going very fast right beside me. I knew I was going to roll and I could also see the window shattering. I said something with a help in it and I know God was in there somewhere. Suddenly the car went from a total tipping to the left motion to getting slammed up right on all 4 wheels.&lt;br /&gt;            I looked up to see my car sliding toward the Amish man with his horse and buggy. No, please God. And then my car stopped just a couple feet from him. It stopped dead in the snow and slush.  I sat with my hands clutching the wheel.  A man jumped out of his car and said “That idiot could have killed you! I am going to try to catch him.” I slowly nodded my head and clutched my wheel harder. Not sure how long I sat there. Seemed like forever but I know it was only seconds until a kind man came out to pull my car into his drive way, off the road. I called for help and my car actually was ok. Seems that little tree got the worse of it. Latter that day I kept thinking about what had happened. “You should have rolled that car.” Everyone who came kept saying. “Yeah I would say.” I tried to tell them that it was rolling but something pushed it back. I should have hit the Amish man but something stopped the car. I know it was angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you have read this post, you are tagged. Write about a time where you were visited by Angels. Post in my comments so I can read yours or e mail me so I can hear your story! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951406895176105252-5717857391449080733?l=tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/feeds/5717857391449080733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951406895176105252&amp;postID=5717857391449080733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/5717857391449080733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/5717857391449080733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-angel.html' title='My angel'/><author><name>simply mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011781612316332552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951406895176105252.post-8992174311126287020</id><published>2006-12-09T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T10:33:36.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsters</title><content type='html'>My son as of late has become terrified of monsters. Well, I was going to say the dark but I think that the dark would be ok, but that is when the monsters come out apparently. So we have been checking under things and in things for the little guy assuring him that there are no monsters in there. We taught him the verse 1 John 4:4 Greater is He who is in me than He who is in the world. But still the monsters come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            So last night as we were watching Rudolph I realized there may be a problem. The Bumble is a hairy white MONSTER. I could see the fear in his eyes. Today of course Will requests to see “red nose.” I turn it on and start doing what I need to do. I really don’t like the movie anyway or I might have been pursued to nap opps watch it with him. A little while later I hear a what sounds likt someone pounding on glass. I turn around to see Will taking Rachel’s thick plastic hair brush and beating it off of the GLASS tv screen. “What are you doing?” I shreak as I run to snatch the brush away. “I am killin the snow monster.” Yes, the bumble part was on and apparently my son had enough. He was going to destroy the monster. Sigh. I put on Frosty the Snowman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951406895176105252-8992174311126287020?l=tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/feeds/8992174311126287020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951406895176105252&amp;postID=8992174311126287020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/8992174311126287020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/8992174311126287020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/2006/12/monsters.html' title='Monsters'/><author><name>simply mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011781612316332552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951406895176105252.post-8986331490364505470</id><published>2006-12-04T14:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T14:46:48.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Green Orbs</title><content type='html'>I made brussel sprouts today. And even more amazing, I ate brussel sprouts today. My husband bought a bag of them at the fruit market weeks ago. “What is that?” I asked as I stared into the bag. “Brussel sprouts. I like them.”  “You like them?? When did you ever eat them?”  Ya see, I ate ZERO green vegetables before I was married. Ok, I ate lettuce in a salad but I know I was over 20 before I started to eat even that. We said we hated it as kids (although the only green vegetable I can remember trying was green beans and peas YUCK!) and my mom said ok and never made it again. “I used to make it when I worked at skills. I like them.”  “Well, you can cook them and eat them cause I am not touching them,”  The thought of those little green orbs on my plate grossed me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fast forward to a couple weeks later. I am cleaning out the fridge and I find the bag of now rotten brussel sprouts. “Guess what I found,” I said as I turned around holding the bag as far away from my body as possible. My husband’s face dropped. “Oh man,” he said looking like a just kicked him. “We will buy more,” I said. “yeah right,” and he walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to today. I was walking in BiLo after working looking for what I could make for dinner. I found steaks on managers special. YES. Now, I hate steak but hubby loves it. So as I am walking down the frozen food aisle, I spot a bag of brussel sprouts. It was the bird’s eye brand too which my hubby loves. So I grabbed a bag and stared at it. YUCK!! But I put it in the cart, brought it home, and actually cooked it. By the way, I steamed them and then fried them. (That is how hubby told me to do it!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then me EATTING the nasty green things. Hubby again looked at me with the sad puppy eyes and asked me to try it. And told me how healthy they were. Well, I never ate nasty green things with Rachel or Will so I think the baby would make it, but I did take a bite. It was too disgusting. I ate a couple to make Scott happy. He was thrilled, I tried not to throw up. But I must say I asked Will if he wanted any and he wrinkled his little nose and said “No, no!” I understand I said and he didn’t have to eat any. The tradition continues!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951406895176105252-8986331490364505470?l=tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/feeds/8986331490364505470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951406895176105252&amp;postID=8986331490364505470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/8986331490364505470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/8986331490364505470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/2006/12/little-green-orbs.html' title='Little Green Orbs'/><author><name>simply mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011781612316332552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951406895176105252.post-8584356574217097014</id><published>2006-12-03T05:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T05:24:12.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas List</title><content type='html'>1.      Egg nog or hot chocolate? I have never had egg nog. I hate egg but my brother in law says it tastes nothing like it, but I can’t get past it. I don’t really like hot chocolate either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Does Santa wrap presents or just set them under the tree? I never knew of a nonwrapping Santa. Mr. Claus wraps them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Colored lights or white?  I love the multicolored!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you hang mistletoe?  I would if I had some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When do you decorate for Christmas? The day after Thanksgiving and then it continues on. It never is a one day process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite holiday dish, excluding dessert? The potatoe and carrots cooked with the ham. Not really the ham but love the veggies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite holiday memory as a child?  In a house with 5 little kids running around, Christmas morning was always a flurry of activity. So I started to wake up in the middle of the night after Santa had come and sneak down stairs. I would sit on the stair or on the floor and just look at the tree and the presents. I wouldn’t touch anything (as was mom’s rule) but I just like to sit in the quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When and how, did you learn the truth about Santa?  I kind of guessed early in elementary school but it was in 5th grade where I really decided “oh my goodness! I don’t think he is real!” My mom said she always worried about telling me about Santa. She didn’t want me to start thinking Jesus wasn;t real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve? New PJ’s. A tradition carried on from my hubby’s family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How do you decorate your Christmas tree? Before kids, slow and intentional. Hubby and I placing every ordament where it needed to be. Now, just throw anything, anywhere cause it will all end up on the floor anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Snow. Love it or hate it? HATE IT. I could live somewhere where it never snowed and never miss it. Off course I love in PA where it snows feet. It is not so much the snow but the freezing cold, slippery and wet. YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Can you ice skate? I have gone a couple of times. It is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you remember your favorite gift?  My daughter was born on December 14th! An early Christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What does you stocking look like?  Red and white with my name written in red glitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have a favorite Christmas orndament?  My kids first christmas ball and Scott adn I have a beauty and the beast one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your favorite holiday tradition? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What tops your tree?  A gold and red angel I received from my secret sister last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Which do you prefer, giving or receiving?  Giving of course. I could get nothing and that would be ok. I love to see someone’s face when they get something great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  What is your favorite Christmas song?  God Rest ye Merry Gentleman- Not sure why. I just remember singing and loving it as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  Candy canes.  Yuck or yum?  Not the pepermint, but I like all of the other colors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951406895176105252-8584356574217097014?l=tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/feeds/8584356574217097014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951406895176105252&amp;postID=8584356574217097014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/8584356574217097014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/8584356574217097014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-list.html' title='A Christmas List'/><author><name>simply mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011781612316332552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951406895176105252.post-5897933512837671824</id><published>2006-12-02T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T07:18:41.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning...</title><content type='html'>Hello to all.  I moved my posts here because I just find the set up easier to use for me. I was posting on my Rainbow Moments, but decided to change the name. To the Moon...and Back is taken from the children's book I read in college. (Hey I was an elementary major!) It is a story of a mommy bunny and little bunny. The story is about telling each other how much they love one another. In the end the little bunny tells mommy bunny that he loves her to the moon. As little bunny drifts off to sleep mommy bunny says I love you to the moon and back! Yes yes. sweet sweet.  So my blog, as always, will be about my family. The wonderful ones whom God has blessed me with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5951406895176105252-5897933512837671824?l=tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/feeds/5897933512837671824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5951406895176105252&amp;postID=5897933512837671824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/5897933512837671824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951406895176105252/posts/default/5897933512837671824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothemoonandbacksimplymama.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning...'/><author><name>simply mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12011781612316332552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
