tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90422817158054839202024-03-06T02:46:02.665-06:00Borland HappeningsThoughts on the Life of a Mommy, Wife, Daughter, Sister, Teacher, Sinner, Reader, Shopper...Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-50087765872387772322011-07-15T12:36:00.000-05:002011-07-15T12:36:29.921-05:00Summer ChangesYes, that is right. My baby is now a full fledged toddler.<br />
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This summer has held many milestones for my little man.<br />
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He learned how to sign "more." And literally the next day or two picked up "all done" and "milk." <br />
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He turned one.<br />
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He is walking. Not just taking steps or toddling from one place to another anymore. Actual walking. Sometimes bordering on running.<br />
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Teeth #7 and #8 have broken through. <br />
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He has not had milk out of a bottle since Tuesday night. That is two and a half days ago! We were having trouble with this one, but the "cold turkey" method seems to have worked. The first day and a half were pretty rough, but he no longer cries when he is asking for milk and sees you bring out his big boy cup. He now reaches for it and just starts to drink.<br />
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We are still a little rough when it comes to solid foods, but he is making progress. As long as I mash it with a fork a little first, he will eat mixed veggies. And last night at VBS he actually ate sloppy joe! This is a big deal because meat has REALLY been a struggle for us!<br />
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He had his second haircut.<br />
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He is learning to mimic things more and more! He likes to try to put his shoes on (or Mom and Dad's), brush his hair, and put the phone up to his ear. He sings and dances all the time : ) <br />
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</tbody></table>Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-77524606005177562592011-07-06T12:16:00.000-05:002011-07-06T12:16:17.859-05:00Bear With Me...<span style="font-size: large;">Who really knows why, but after a six month plus absence, I am thinking about returning to this blog again. Maybe try and give it a different feel, who knows? I still maintain that my life is just not that interesting, but we'll see... </span>Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-16757489366769385402011-01-11T00:00:00.002-06:002011-07-06T12:16:45.176-05:00The Teacher Has Become the Student... Wait, ThatSo as of today, I am a grad student. Am I crazy?? Can I juggle my already crazy life AND a grad school class at the same time?? Well, we are about to find out...<br />
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I am doing an online program, the Reading/Writing Specialist MA.Ed., through the <a href="http://www.ucumberlands.edu/">University of the Cumberlands</a>. Some of my friends are doing this same program, which always helps!<br />
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I am not completely crazy, though... UC offers most of the classes in bi-terms. I am only taking one class January - March because I also have to plan a District Governor's Cup competition for my academic team the last Saturday in February. From March to May, I am registered for two classes. This means, by the end of May, I should be 9 hours in to a 30 hour program!<br />
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Jan - March: 1.) The Modern Elementary School<br />
March - May: 2.) Curriculum Management & Assessment<br />
3.) Reading & Writing Foundations<br />
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I will keep you posted on how it goes. Wish me luck!!Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-18400910783946921232011-01-03T00:00:00.000-06:002011-01-04T10:06:25.522-06:00Meal Plan Monday<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuOeZzviCklE3NWLe_pQx4QVlER2_BP3iZvOu7YbrOZdeBkzUsNNkipjXHiK2H1rfNfSsLhRx2qGm-giH2r41I59HL41BDIRGkBVNVDbqXw9wqbkd9w30_00BsF-LJOLh8iyrmY_hMHDE/s1600/meal-plan-mondays.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555824030728467602" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuOeZzviCklE3NWLe_pQx4QVlER2_BP3iZvOu7YbrOZdeBkzUsNNkipjXHiK2H1rfNfSsLhRx2qGm-giH2r41I59HL41BDIRGkBVNVDbqXw9wqbkd9w30_00BsF-LJOLh8iyrmY_hMHDE/s400/meal-plan-mondays.jpg" border="0" style="width: 312px; height: 234px; " /></a></p><p align="left">Last week ended up being a pretty crazy week! We spent a lot of time with family and ate with Jeff's parents a few nights. So this week we are going to have some of the meals that I had planned for last week!</p><p align="left">Dinners:</p><p align="left"></p><ol><li>chicken tetrazini</li><li>lasagna</li><li>burgers</li><li>hot dogs and french fries</li><li>chicken tenders</li></ol><p></p><p align="left">Lunches: (back to work now, so no more big lunches!)</p><ol><li>sandwiches and chips</li><li>salad</li><li>chicken tenders</li></ol><p>And for Jacob... we will continue with squash and by the end of the week should be able to start with some green veggies!</p></div></span>Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-22366925646168211752010-12-31T00:00:00.002-06:002010-12-31T16:55:40.778-06:00GoalsMy two favorite months are August and January. I love these months because they mark the beginning of the school year and the beginning of the calendar year. I just love the feeling of a nice, clean, fresh start.<br /><br />I was really inspired by Dave Ramsey's podcast on January 4th, 2010. So inspired that I listened to it again today. Here are some of his points that really stuck out to me:<br /><br /><br />On average, resolutions last about 45 days - That's about to Valentine's Day.<br /><br /><br />So what should we do? Don't make resolutions - set goals! The difference is that goals are specific and determined. If you wanna "change your entire freakin life," not just 45 days of it, then make goals!<br /><br /><br />Goals should:<br />1.) Be Specific<br />2.) Be Measurable<br />3.) Be YOUR Goal<br />4.) Have a Time Limit<br />5.) Be Put in Writing<br /><br /><br />To read more about what Dave says about the importance of setting goals, read his Goal Setting 101 <a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/article/top-8-reasons-to-make-goals-and-stick-to-them/lifeandmoney_goalsetting/lm3/"><span style="color:#33cc00;">here</span></a>.<br /><br />My goals are pretty personal, but I will share parts of them here. All of my goals can be pretty much be put into five "BIG" goals (in no particular order):<br /><ol><li>Grow Closer to the Lord</li><li>Be a Better Wife/Mom</li><li>Take Better Care of Myself</li><li>Be a Better Steward of my Money</li><li>Be a Better Teacher</li></ol><p>I realize that these are not very measurable, but I promise they will be. My plan is to make smaller, measurable goals that fit into these bigger goals. I am still trying to flesh these goals out. In the meantime, I will leave you with these quotes:</p>Character is the ability to carry out a good resolution long after the excitement of the moment has passed." Cavat Roberts<br /><br /><br />"Be at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let each new year find you a better man." Benjamin Franklin<br /><br /><br />"Decide what you are going to do differently this year. Otherwise this is going to be just another year. What kind of wimpified existence is just another year??" Dave RamseyAngel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-39201690977084984722010-12-30T00:00:00.000-06:002011-01-01T09:22:22.506-06:00Christmas Presents : )<p align="left">A few of my highlights:</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTV4HKjoWruL9_R4XADK4UXuJNtGWmHv0eqXgqIgQQ07oSiGFleLMZ5yv47OGrHA5XcgUyuEpNpfV2Nnxiph4n1Ue9hVbpVsyhtUDl5VKPmSzfMaG4O7OEeO-Yvdh7e_zqwarom5GK_M/s1600/vera2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557235066602776642" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTV4HKjoWruL9_R4XADK4UXuJNtGWmHv0eqXgqIgQQ07oSiGFleLMZ5yv47OGrHA5XcgUyuEpNpfV2Nnxiph4n1Ue9hVbpVsyhtUDl5VKPmSzfMaG4O7OEeO-Yvdh7e_zqwarom5GK_M/s200/vera2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p align="center">Reversible Tote in Night and Day<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcz-VAqDM1cVYGa0ItFzCqHzzGQFA5zPqeBxvULYfv4rX3AuJ8u0WSwjEKZSD4xWztFmEuQGLboXcnSe7kmKhyphenhyphenfOUQYY4LjCCMEAOTOGY7dGhme2QVeuT0Ve4tQZqQzFKB2ceLMg-wqxU/s1600/vera.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557234780236550898" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcz-VAqDM1cVYGa0ItFzCqHzzGQFA5zPqeBxvULYfv4rX3AuJ8u0WSwjEKZSD4xWztFmEuQGLboXcnSe7kmKhyphenhyphenfOUQYY4LjCCMEAOTOGY7dGhme2QVeuT0Ve4tQZqQzFKB2ceLMg-wqxU/s200/vera.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p align="center">Get Carried Away Tote in Purple Punch<br /></p><div><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://www.busybodybook.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557234038444855842" style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-d7djFY5Qzlz-rkeQp01lyPPEzLrOYqeMG3K-9yjE5OOGiecGzglyC5UHOBZfyvbDggVtq3Hq7nluZCJeKOacwgypMmkPbdmF0m169sCgiO-J0-v9nsK-ajn9xYSdZNTn7HdUKSQ6W6Q/s200/busybodybook.gif" border="0" /></a> </p><p align="center">A <a href="http://www.busybodybook.com/">Busy Body Book</a></p><div>A few of Jacob's highlights:</div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557236243896342210" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjihQ21j5ttbtjNwHURyiLAV2c6Xyv-IzN-3Ohjaw3tvwB3m6NIgyJ2RPUyG-_U0mdtP5SwHa_uohGX8yRJEqKXr_PFwZQ6wA07yCqRIj4sGzqpSV3L2k5YuKWi3Bz4AFrm9elfysnholk/s200/nativity.jpg" border="0" /><br /></p><div><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnVkqfbkbPdazYxC_ApAaQ75-jn0LbdPa6IBiGbxeJHL1tS0jc8rngZqdnqrGuJGeZqnkEskRpD1baxCJGKS39XEhkOs9po9-o6ukbLJmfwLy2LWJFrYWoVfK6va7sTtS9y5zSJabGeHE/s1600/sandraboynton.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557236018961547362" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnVkqfbkbPdazYxC_ApAaQ75-jn0LbdPa6IBiGbxeJHL1tS0jc8rngZqdnqrGuJGeZqnkEskRpD1baxCJGKS39XEhkOs9po9-o6ukbLJmfwLy2LWJFrYWoVfK6va7sTtS9y5zSJabGeHE/s200/sandraboynton.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557236494846132850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK4omB986h2HqI9IPibdW6-1K_EeISE7aoTHPSn3wP0CFSuKuNr2TI1O-gveKBeWaeGZR2yk5o9UvvW_bH-sYiYpXGtwlwVwYASmOAAjdT5UlGXZbORDl2RXnsgUCmAHrH2O8TgL9IYe4/s200/balltoy.bmp" border="0" /></p><p align="left">And of course Daddy got some tools that I cannot even begin to tell you about, but I think his favorite gifts were probably these:</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWeMfQ9cNXimiZ3bHEv-JlHlymwwE7IG4jOeoO4QdXY1om_OVAS4zqXsbmajGVdhfk5X0iBQ9LDmt3vXWg-_6XYWV_C8JJl1P0HDDV9Qq19eSENI2mMzv4zkjQXwzc3_x9M8VSkjhckSM/s1600/DSCI1033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557236791215114802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWeMfQ9cNXimiZ3bHEv-JlHlymwwE7IG4jOeoO4QdXY1om_OVAS4zqXsbmajGVdhfk5X0iBQ9LDmt3vXWg-_6XYWV_C8JJl1P0HDDV9Qq19eSENI2mMzv4zkjQXwzc3_x9M8VSkjhckSM/s320/DSCI1033.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Matching Alabama jerseys : ) </p>Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-72400717946857528432010-12-29T00:00:00.000-06:002010-12-29T21:00:50.377-06:00Crunchy Cheese Sticks<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQboPHD0GerpbCQN2I2afwiDU23_Q2Ckf0HXuf-4tCmIlr8IhD1Ei0aTg4pLHMA-IEoqWBNhIte6B8Wd_ujx4kIRgtEZ2JrJHWKGsMiyidLs4MvdTOSnfF9ALNg4unIxIolQEOqw6kdfg/s1600/crunchycheesesticks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555831295491161186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQboPHD0GerpbCQN2I2afwiDU23_Q2Ckf0HXuf-4tCmIlr8IhD1Ei0aTg4pLHMA-IEoqWBNhIte6B8Wd_ujx4kIRgtEZ2JrJHWKGsMiyidLs4MvdTOSnfF9ALNg4unIxIolQEOqw6kdfg/s400/crunchycheesesticks.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left">I like these crunchy cheese sticks, but not the way my husband does. He LOVES them. I am always asking him for suggestions while meal planning, but it's really more like pulling teeth. So this week, when he suggested these, I called up his momma and got the recipe. It usually takes me several attempts to get her recipes right, but I think I nailed this one on the first try. : ) </p><p align="left">1/2 cup butter</p><p align="left">2 cups flour</p><p align="left">1/8 tsp cayenne pepper (then I added about 1/16 more)</p><p align="left">4 oz (1 cup) shredded cheddar cheese</p><p align="left">1 tsp salt</p><ol><li><div align="left">Beat ingredients well, then add 5 tbsps cold water (I added a few tablespoons more). </div></li><li><div align="left">Roll mixture into a ball and refrigerate about ten minutes.</div></li><li><div align="left">Roll out until pretty thin, but not too thin. (Vague, I know, but really just about1/4 inch.) </div></li><li><div align="left">Cut into strips. (I used a pizza cutter.)</div></li><li><div align="left">Place on cookie sheet and bake in preheated 400 degree oven for about 12 minutes, or until brown on top. (I baked mine for almost 20 minutes because the hubby likes them crispy.) </div></li></ol><p align="left">Voila! You have yourself a nice batch of cheese sticks. We ate ours with chicken noodle soup.</p>Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-9577471962733911352010-12-27T00:00:00.001-06:002010-12-29T21:01:31.375-06:00Meal Plan Monday<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuOeZzviCklE3NWLe_pQx4QVlER2_BP3iZvOu7YbrOZdeBkzUsNNkipjXHiK2H1rfNfSsLhRx2qGm-giH2r41I59HL41BDIRGkBVNVDbqXw9wqbkd9w30_00BsF-LJOLh8iyrmY_hMHDE/s1600/meal-plan-mondays.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555824030728467602" style="WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuOeZzviCklE3NWLe_pQx4QVlER2_BP3iZvOu7YbrOZdeBkzUsNNkipjXHiK2H1rfNfSsLhRx2qGm-giH2r41I59HL41BDIRGkBVNVDbqXw9wqbkd9w30_00BsF-LJOLh8iyrmY_hMHDE/s400/meal-plan-mondays.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left">I know! I can't believe it either! I haven't done one of these posts since I got pregnant and didn't know what would make me drool with delight or, well, you know...</p><p align="left">Anyway, here are the meals I have planned for my family this week:</p><p align="left">Dinners:</p><ol><li><div align="left">lasagna</div></li><li><div align="left">bbq chicken with mac-n-cheese</div></li><li><div align="left">teriyaki chicken stir fry</div></li><li><div align="left">burgers</div></li><li><div align="left">chicken tetrazinni</div></li><li><div align="left">tacos</div></li><li><div align="left">chicken noodle soup with homemade <a href="http://borlandfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/crunchy-cheese-sticks.html"><span style="color:#ff9900;">crunchy cheese sticks</span></a></div></li></ol><p align="left">Lunches: (bigger deal this week since we will be home during the day this week)</p><ol><li>sandwiches and chips</li><li>chili cheese fries</li><li>pizza rolls</li><li>salad</li><li>hot dogs</li><li>potstickers</li><li>chicken tenders</li></ol><p>And for Jacob... we will continue with sweet potatoes, which he loves, while trying to sneak in some carrots, which he absolutely does not love. Also, by the end of the week we may be ready to try squash.</p>Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-48113735756676454572010-12-15T00:00:00.001-06:002010-12-15T18:10:28.460-06:00Bumbo Potato<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Z5e-kRBgG9DaebE2l4Hpx8Vu2Jyip-iDQDB_Xjb7tBOcBUjfD70yFfmpmU7wxAhcD-lLeOQpv8oC68pcw_M8VHJlTK7tZ1bOcnIU6aJA26lVYsCVoSyvF3HU3PNv_KDDtUZPlfosK8Y/s1600/DSCI0899.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551065681393830914" style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Z5e-kRBgG9DaebE2l4Hpx8Vu2Jyip-iDQDB_Xjb7tBOcBUjfD70yFfmpmU7wxAhcD-lLeOQpv8oC68pcw_M8VHJlTK7tZ1bOcnIU6aJA26lVYsCVoSyvF3HU3PNv_KDDtUZPlfosK8Y/s400/DSCI0899.JPG" border="0" /></a></p>Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-33946218161798821402010-11-30T00:00:00.001-06:002010-12-15T18:10:49.520-06:00The Very Hungry Caterpillar<div align="center">It's never too early to foster a love of reading...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0EvuqsUEqq1qGOz3_KTEXpmAl0XULQ8rYIocGf13b_cZZUjbfzaqCMg9n70xI9-1CtzBqZT78CbW3WnwZXDesXwIqhaiduPPIZKhsr0WKMM5189rkCJn6nO7QQcpAYOmSMaW78FCjb7M/s1600/DSCI0759.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551064341081573122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0EvuqsUEqq1qGOz3_KTEXpmAl0XULQ8rYIocGf13b_cZZUjbfzaqCMg9n70xI9-1CtzBqZT78CbW3WnwZXDesXwIqhaiduPPIZKhsr0WKMM5189rkCJn6nO7QQcpAYOmSMaW78FCjb7M/s320/DSCI0759.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiNGm2Vy7glxP-qtAP1PN977-NrfOpdyZ1GL-X2Lyy835KBjkAdiv-WSV5Pxg5Dj8cdGa3Jg-tIi-327Imdua6t7kXtO_XkOoBOmbrnWScNcr2CHHZFBO_cNw5exOOESqCnBEYgt8fE_0/s1600/DSCI0758.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551064337134899714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiNGm2Vy7glxP-qtAP1PN977-NrfOpdyZ1GL-X2Lyy835KBjkAdiv-WSV5Pxg5Dj8cdGa3Jg-tIi-327Imdua6t7kXtO_XkOoBOmbrnWScNcr2CHHZFBO_cNw5exOOESqCnBEYgt8fE_0/s320/DSCI0758.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">Reading to his moose.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSF8MXOsiBvjZjXpkm-RFJI1FaWwGYmnbOVWq1AFb7ldAzRASZAbOuEHt8-j3PKYG-qSlpxrn2Z0T0Q5MFt5LTyc2RATKQapz8kiOTPqfOGUHaVwdQK97qIBjuY1kSINFoFpN9F3W0s54/s1600/DSCI0761.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551064350273474354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSF8MXOsiBvjZjXpkm-RFJI1FaWwGYmnbOVWq1AFb7ldAzRASZAbOuEHt8-j3PKYG-qSlpxrn2Z0T0Q5MFt5LTyc2RATKQapz8kiOTPqfOGUHaVwdQK97qIBjuY1kSINFoFpN9F3W0s54/s320/DSCI0761.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">Apparently, the caterpillar wasn't the only one who was very hungry!!</div>Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-38596538379026354922010-11-27T00:00:00.001-06:002010-12-15T18:01:49.249-06:00So Thankful<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidO1iY0qF5v9PUXLPc8tG9Y9nu7x3BG4mclEIGX7KBPt7MJYjbXwTx7EVcPnVgsmzUwz5v5EF5IQ820FG0xrJijcuV6eAXDT0Vke-hyk0yOdilJR3VPtvrBDgmOYqOWn4e1jFaCuSCHp8/s1600/DSCI0737.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551063218583238674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidO1iY0qF5v9PUXLPc8tG9Y9nu7x3BG4mclEIGX7KBPt7MJYjbXwTx7EVcPnVgsmzUwz5v5EF5IQ820FG0xrJijcuV6eAXDT0Vke-hyk0yOdilJR3VPtvrBDgmOYqOWn4e1jFaCuSCHp8/s400/DSCI0737.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU7WCftY1UBGMrwTm3SITU2iQBFGFTFxul1by2IyM9SDJeh4BRfCNaZXA4xnHUzzTIotAXvqqcwOGWkth3_rKs05AKQz_9rKNms5u6Gcn4SwdXXsDH5w4c5BayoxG1QkhB4g5FFIJ3x9M/s1600/DSCI0721.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551063223511383202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU7WCftY1UBGMrwTm3SITU2iQBFGFTFxul1by2IyM9SDJeh4BRfCNaZXA4xnHUzzTIotAXvqqcwOGWkth3_rKs05AKQz_9rKNms5u6Gcn4SwdXXsDH5w4c5BayoxG1QkhB4g5FFIJ3x9M/s400/DSCI0721.JPG" border="0" /></a></p>Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-31358444163173805922010-11-01T00:00:00.002-05:002010-12-14T22:18:52.426-06:00Happy Halloween!<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj64g3sGvNcB4oa3qRruej539rZNua8yLvcITxYRCWJBviQKVdcF6ftcdvmzHocgzfIAmQE1R0ANoWKu-Ja_h-FiBFMsER_AB5UD6DB6abwKsuRYGLisSrdpBkq5NaLLF3UF81Zv0TZmyI/s1600/DSCI0649.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550756622948979378" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj64g3sGvNcB4oa3qRruej539rZNua8yLvcITxYRCWJBviQKVdcF6ftcdvmzHocgzfIAmQE1R0ANoWKu-Ja_h-FiBFMsER_AB5UD6DB6abwKsuRYGLisSrdpBkq5NaLLF3UF81Zv0TZmyI/s400/DSCI0649.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">RAWR! The scariest dinosaur you've ever seen...</p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-rmU620Z90iyeC2idNeKh0_-00fkqRlBTr085Pjg-NHbdTAGwPQ0slx-zFBH1-yX6Fjald3Cd0Y-m7NJLVKqBEkv5TUpwZVyLHv8e4aI2wOLjT-e6iyyxip1oRUutWc9DujfIjvxywZk/s1600/DSCI0654.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550756631740407618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-rmU620Z90iyeC2idNeKh0_-00fkqRlBTr085Pjg-NHbdTAGwPQ0slx-zFBH1-yX6Fjald3Cd0Y-m7NJLVKqBEkv5TUpwZVyLHv8e4aI2wOLjT-e6iyyxip1oRUutWc9DujfIjvxywZk/s400/DSCI0654.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">Hanging out at Richpond's Fall Fellowship.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpr5_ehYHWtNogylII2f6aorYgLih4aGPfmnZcg8I6tPaRdTQ1nNnZhq23tdUPeW8eSDT0ILrWxG2tSPFtdbKjHzU-_ZVnA-0tt9Ss1EveOBtXtCiq758BBTyDebbGnqHnLadExYOtGA/s1600/DSCI0670.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550756635230588450" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpr5_ehYHWtNogylII2f6aorYgLih4aGPfmnZcg8I6tPaRdTQ1nNnZhq23tdUPeW8eSDT0ILrWxG2tSPFtdbKjHzU-_ZVnA-0tt9Ss1EveOBtXtCiq758BBTyDebbGnqHnLadExYOtGA/s400/DSCI0670.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">Trick-or-Treating. First stop? Great Grandmother's!</div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5VWOH8BpY6oEK2VDw7DJ3UhyBZXchYILClSDpdWu8jW1W8GSdLbywyhEA4qcakKKQzOTUNaML1H3iQ5wuh4Pf4w0OFNLnyvWkODLj3Saap7yEXH8ncGH6u52emVuOTGf7vdh-LHX4WDM/s1600/DSCI0657.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550756642247750178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5VWOH8BpY6oEK2VDw7DJ3UhyBZXchYILClSDpdWu8jW1W8GSdLbywyhEA4qcakKKQzOTUNaML1H3iQ5wuh4Pf4w0OFNLnyvWkODLj3Saap7yEXH8ncGH6u52emVuOTGf7vdh-LHX4WDM/s400/DSCI0657.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Bouncing around after Trick-or-Treating.<br /></p>Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-51941023715101576742010-10-17T00:00:00.003-05:002010-10-17T22:10:07.556-05:00Moose Ridge<div align="center">Showing off his cute new outfit from Aunt Heather.</div><div align="center">I have the hardest time getting him to smile</div><div align="center">at the camera, but this morning it was not trouble at all!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGsBVx4zgQ2MQo7HwYa6IDPs79znTNiyb_h9OMkABu3oMkQVOiAtll38_XJ2gXjYerYf94pflrQGH5-hLyVfwKU7o-9avIfUkb6SDcSn58HAMsluyvBXB7tBUGcIJoDm_kMD-Dn2qeoA/s1600/DSCI0587.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529212971549940514" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGsBVx4zgQ2MQo7HwYa6IDPs79znTNiyb_h9OMkABu3oMkQVOiAtll38_XJ2gXjYerYf94pflrQGH5-hLyVfwKU7o-9avIfUkb6SDcSn58HAMsluyvBXB7tBUGcIJoDm_kMD-Dn2qeoA/s400/DSCI0587.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR6mip2gcbHUVhxl6C8SMVN6u65qQLOsGcsN2eVtdIFEaxr97vFwGfOYjBQveG8Coq6MAGZUBVeeax7EGVR-bPTlMiTMj07gV95-l-D0Zb9uHLEOTSy5VrzdLNKhLFqknzjzE0w9XDgrw/s1600/DSCI0585.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529212745597099138" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR6mip2gcbHUVhxl6C8SMVN6u65qQLOsGcsN2eVtdIFEaxr97vFwGfOYjBQveG8Coq6MAGZUBVeeax7EGVR-bPTlMiTMj07gV95-l-D0Zb9uHLEOTSy5VrzdLNKhLFqknzjzE0w9XDgrw/s400/DSCI0585.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-45266779158131663262010-10-16T00:00:00.002-05:002010-10-17T22:09:09.848-05:00Pumpkin Pickin at Jackson's<div align="left">This weekend, my parents came to town to visit and the weather was perfect for a trip to the orchard. We enjoyed some yummy fall treats and took lots of pictures. I already can't wait for next year, when I am sure Jacob will have more fun. This year he tolerated having his picture taken five hundred times, but that was about it. Maybe next year we can pick our own pumpkin and play on the playground. : ) </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoulmNgfZw4-LGzoLI0QknVo4RtU0ckPjplZOyB1hP3M9kWgfFe4d2JOEiF_MpfCc_CHSLlKDw5SMwMAf_MSnTMoHv4MSRc1ncIaYhHMzcGqRFbcFWV5A9f5Y2xp9xOWDff9sFLDpZ5Dg/s1600/IMG_5929.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529206251687399490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoulmNgfZw4-LGzoLI0QknVo4RtU0ckPjplZOyB1hP3M9kWgfFe4d2JOEiF_MpfCc_CHSLlKDw5SMwMAf_MSnTMoHv4MSRc1ncIaYhHMzcGqRFbcFWV5A9f5Y2xp9xOWDff9sFLDpZ5Dg/s400/IMG_5929.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">Reading to Grandpa<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTW3T-DIR04M_mhQlUenZBEihJhFObni5DiOmulNXRd7P69ZL0NCt0AFS24u0P_cc3HHwpJnkI_EELO9_FkDwz2LzwZxkdGmzYP4lQOS0ARNROVvKmSoSdQz4SXUu_gp0CUkd3oB-JAxw/s1600/DSCI0580.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529206242064261762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTW3T-DIR04M_mhQlUenZBEihJhFObni5DiOmulNXRd7P69ZL0NCt0AFS24u0P_cc3HHwpJnkI_EELO9_FkDwz2LzwZxkdGmzYP4lQOS0ARNROVvKmSoSdQz4SXUu_gp0CUkd3oB-JAxw/s400/DSCI0580.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Not too thrilled to be on the ground<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfZaCwXfH2YqlArcnylVrHcoVLUakw5Qc5HJsEYeazPZpoEChfe36H-B7t0e0maK-Az-3HApWxReN2X84kVIZyD82l96C8uN8Z5pK3d-PrG1tInRHYtSLF0T-l17Fyok4Iop6Is_Vt1Kk/s1600/DSCI0575.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529206224942585538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfZaCwXfH2YqlArcnylVrHcoVLUakw5Qc5HJsEYeazPZpoEChfe36H-B7t0e0maK-Az-3HApWxReN2X84kVIZyD82l96C8uN8Z5pK3d-PrG1tInRHYtSLF0T-l17Fyok4Iop6Is_Vt1Kk/s400/DSCI0575.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">Hanging out in the Bjorn </div>Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-66774810900074516282010-10-13T00:00:00.001-05:002010-10-17T21:56:04.562-05:00Tummy Time<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMQHwSl_g_qIYko63XcCM4z6JiqX0qKgJ4ecbst2FRk_s7dxr7K2O_Rg1MDqewUpU6VS50uPtJ6FiohDFdNRbCSgaB7_2CSJNcEW54Rc9aYyWH_YdO2QHOdMmtjQnyqJL_v-d-riO5Qdo/s1600/IMG_0245.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529212049784310562" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMQHwSl_g_qIYko63XcCM4z6JiqX0qKgJ4ecbst2FRk_s7dxr7K2O_Rg1MDqewUpU6VS50uPtJ6FiohDFdNRbCSgaB7_2CSJNcEW54Rc9aYyWH_YdO2QHOdMmtjQnyqJL_v-d-riO5Qdo/s400/IMG_0245.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtz2aJMNgB8zlzFAsY5tJqDc4EsX-c5NlpcYHZIRd1hsIqAWcJCeZBXMJLY5brHzThSfH9BieLjsnI16Zrrqpt-PzgTjdMcPY58OH-UCQuUs-3I_Mi3RQTqMYqS8WSx8eo4AWSmt9Awyo/s1600/IMG_0248.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529211780433101714" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtz2aJMNgB8zlzFAsY5tJqDc4EsX-c5NlpcYHZIRd1hsIqAWcJCeZBXMJLY5brHzThSfH9BieLjsnI16Zrrqpt-PzgTjdMcPY58OH-UCQuUs-3I_Mi3RQTqMYqS8WSx8eo4AWSmt9Awyo/s400/IMG_0248.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center">So Cute!</div>Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-28751316580605515712010-10-12T00:00:00.003-05:002010-10-15T08:24:22.006-05:00Jacob - 4 Month Check UpThis morning I took Jacob in to get his fourth month shots and check-up. Here are his stats:<br /><br /><strong>Weight:</strong><br />2 mos: 13 lbs 8 1/2 oz<br />4 mos: 16 lbs 10 oz<br /><strong>Heigt:</strong><br />2 mos: 23 1/2 in<br />4 mos: 27 1/2 in<br /><strong>Head:</strong><br />2 mos: 39.8 cm<br />4 mos: 43 com<br /><br />Can you believe how much our baby boy has grown?? He is in the 85th percentile for his weight, and is off the charts for his height! That's right, well over 100! He's grown almost 1/2 inch a week since his last visit! Other than that, our not-so-little man got a clean bill of health. The shots were no fun, of course, but he got over them quickly. Last time they just made him really sleepy for a couple of days. We're praying for more of the same this time around.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzBtS0BlPGANlRRh0DdWERwt0WJS-FGxFcpEayQajh2flDEtrWS7Ovot5oRe0c9WaFsi-qlpRJQt438TD9My4DlTucVjgZRlZoRgHJmQIA3m1FVXlFgoI-1_0Uv6Ymfb_0ezxSlneO0CU/s1600/DSCI0553.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527259341093284738" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzBtS0BlPGANlRRh0DdWERwt0WJS-FGxFcpEayQajh2flDEtrWS7Ovot5oRe0c9WaFsi-qlpRJQt438TD9My4DlTucVjgZRlZoRgHJmQIA3m1FVXlFgoI-1_0Uv6Ymfb_0ezxSlneO0CU/s400/DSCI0553.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>Sleeping off those pesky shots.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div></div><div>Jacob is smiling all over the place and is laughing more and more. He wants to sit up all the time, but cannot do it on his own yet. It's not from lack of trying though. If you hold him too flat in your lap or lay him on the couch, he strains and strains trying to pull his neck up. He's also very close to rolling over from back to front. He can do it if he is on his mat and has just that slight elevation from the mat to the carpet, but he can't do it otherwise. Rolling from front to back, he doesn't seem very interested in at all. He reaches for things and grabs them and won't let go. Seriously. The other day he grabbed a hold of his octopus and held on all the way from Grandma's, through Target, through WalMart, and home. He didn't let go until I pried it from his fingers to get him out of the carseat! </div><div></div><div>He is at such a cute, fun age! It's like he learns something new every few days. I can't wait to see what he learns to do next!</div></div>Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-18382504177856483682010-10-10T15:29:00.001-05:002010-10-12T17:04:33.136-05:00Overalls - So Cute!This weekend we celebrated our good friend Stuart's big 3-0 with a cookout put together by his amazing wife, <a href="http://www.borderspatrol.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#006600;">Jenny</span></a>. I was packing up Jacob's clothes the other day, and found this pair of overalls. I was so sad because they were so cute and I thought the weather would stay too cool for him to ever wear them. But, as luck would have it, we had beautiful low 90 degree weather this weekend so Jacob got to wear these cute OshKosh's after all : )<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIpCIxonjXY9wH7ZVNnpRblilM4CeXAg4YYS7B9CXd_kX2rDsKZHxVCi3WpE8oFbR41U_MEx6LE3G0Bwbi2anjz_JSo-LkBU3Tyw2G0Rnl3KBsYQzkp6iK4rI7BB9gHlTqyuKxcY0cNUk/s1600/DSCI0533.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527260952505656274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIpCIxonjXY9wH7ZVNnpRblilM4CeXAg4YYS7B9CXd_kX2rDsKZHxVCi3WpE8oFbR41U_MEx6LE3G0Bwbi2anjz_JSo-LkBU3Tyw2G0Rnl3KBsYQzkp6iK4rI7BB9gHlTqyuKxcY0cNUk/s400/DSCI0533.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkaPyW8h1XbkdS3Eza4yC1R8QqmPkLd9Krjk5ShD7ya0sCv6bsxD_0RkqmOUT7hs7ObeHl2A5WnvOW72Stp3nORqWUnFQuFFWylDguJlF3Y9L14ci8ccOAcqwGNvtJCJGC29JgZVHykKU/s1600/DSCI0530.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527260950116679122" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkaPyW8h1XbkdS3Eza4yC1R8QqmPkLd9Krjk5ShD7ya0sCv6bsxD_0RkqmOUT7hs7ObeHl2A5WnvOW72Stp3nORqWUnFQuFFWylDguJlF3Y9L14ci8ccOAcqwGNvtJCJGC29JgZVHykKU/s400/DSCI0530.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja3J08tZC1L0XaW7vQYHhumOm-0mH3WT_rM0GkaYKsi4kEvNC70L9fBYuW-50V8EgIQ3ABTyH68JEYuKBkWmaOlehH_5Dhe0gxVNnRATJYO63ao9ZDR8GoRbuQsCDJ7bMXxOjAEr-YhWI/s1600/DSCI0526.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527260940626575762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja3J08tZC1L0XaW7vQYHhumOm-0mH3WT_rM0GkaYKsi4kEvNC70L9fBYuW-50V8EgIQ3ABTyH68JEYuKBkWmaOlehH_5Dhe0gxVNnRATJYO63ao9ZDR8GoRbuQsCDJ7bMXxOjAEr-YhWI/s400/DSCI0526.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />He sure does love that octopus!</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFdp6wNhlNoOFFGw5Rq8YZxM47ohN63mTQWrog0URTcblK_B3BYCW47TISFxPNKPf-Sn7f9trdnrnvB474HMZ5Gznq6TRWZPAVKZ37UXqJc61AlgEIWQMBnjpU3rZM68PDdcHz3oQtENc/s1600/DSCI0539.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527283215253074802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFdp6wNhlNoOFFGw5Rq8YZxM47ohN63mTQWrog0URTcblK_B3BYCW47TISFxPNKPf-Sn7f9trdnrnvB474HMZ5Gznq6TRWZPAVKZ37UXqJc61AlgEIWQMBnjpU3rZM68PDdcHz3oQtENc/s400/DSCI0539.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>Smooches from <a href="http://www.borderspatrol.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#006600;">Spencer-Man</span></a> : )<br /></div><div> </div>Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-26583537713620961272010-09-26T00:00:00.000-05:002010-10-12T16:50:54.091-05:00How Does He Do That??Last night, I put Jacob to bed like this...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKUhUi3Px3DvHt39NBIFux6C4VimwLyht7VrORimrLRwIHrLni2rN0W-V09QUF4sMmyeOQik7b1DMI_u4PYGHIEgKGVmdTh3JulordjCFrJAwwF9588XCYT6fSuzTqTP0-hf3kktUNJzw/s1600/DSCI0507.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527262998800856114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKUhUi3Px3DvHt39NBIFux6C4VimwLyht7VrORimrLRwIHrLni2rN0W-V09QUF4sMmyeOQik7b1DMI_u4PYGHIEgKGVmdTh3JulordjCFrJAwwF9588XCYT6fSuzTqTP0-hf3kktUNJzw/s400/DSCI0507.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And when I went to wake him up this morning, I found him like this...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuku0e4QX4bJ8vcr8-9X4ubW8dzjcxfvsCvfWOSzw_BElXtEvWf_MNg09XsHQ3WvLCTbm_Sb0BRDD6YomgySqcae-UOkSaqhQsevm7vB53I_pK8RrfKl1kAlpyCOfMDuT9J54hZ05sPeM/s1600/DSCI0506.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527263001694924386" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuku0e4QX4bJ8vcr8-9X4ubW8dzjcxfvsCvfWOSzw_BElXtEvWf_MNg09XsHQ3WvLCTbm_Sb0BRDD6YomgySqcae-UOkSaqhQsevm7vB53I_pK8RrfKl1kAlpyCOfMDuT9J54hZ05sPeM/s400/DSCI0506.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />How does he move around this much?? All he does is kick his feet up and scoot. It looks like rolling over is going to be just around the corner...Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-39500659574493760732010-09-21T00:00:00.000-05:002010-09-21T10:09:01.045-05:00It Really Should Be So Much Easier...So lately I have started to feel pretty good about myself. (Which if you know me, is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">totally</span> out of the ordinary.) Since Jeff has started his gluten-free lifestyle (trust me, it's WAY more than just a diet!), I have had to become more creative in the kitchen and have had to learn to make a lot more things from scratch. Gone are the days of coming home and just throwing a pizza in the oven or baking up some frozen chicken tenders.<div><br /></div><div>But last night I had a major blow to my self-esteem. It seems there is at least one thing that I am just simply not good at. Wait, that's an understatement. I flat out can't do it. What is this incredibly hard task I cannot accomplish, you may ask...</div><div><br /></div><div>Melting Cheese. </div><div><br /></div><div>Seriously.</div><div><br /></div><div>Last night I wanted to make this Mexican dish that is just cheesy rice and chicken (think <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Is Special</span> if you are familiar with Puerto's here in BG). I have tried it with Tostito's queso dip, but it's just a little too spicy for my taste. I've tried it with shredded Mexican cheese, but that gets all stringy. So last night I tried it with a block of Mexican cheese. I tried melting it in the microwave. Not good. I added milk. Still not good. So I put it in the skillet with the chicken. It cooked the cheese, but did not melt it. Weird, I know. I wish I had taken a picture. It was just a big blob of cooked cheese. </div><div><br /></div><div>You would think it would be so simple. I've learned how to bake my own bread and cook chili without a mix and have even given up cream-of-anything soups (formerly a staple of all of my recipes!), but I just can't melt cheese. </div><div><br /></div><div>Any ideas??? </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-73814179861092678192010-09-20T00:00:00.000-05:002010-09-20T11:44:20.101-05:00Jacob's BirthI am one of those weird people who cares a lot about order. For example, you would NEVER find me reading a book from a series out of order, even if it were the type where the order did not matter. So now that I feel sane enough to blog again, I just can't pick up and start right where we are now. I have to at least make some attempt to start from the beginning. So, three months later, here goes...<div><br /></div><div>(Please note that I am trying to summarize something as big as the birth of my child! Pretty impossible, but I will do my best. And I promise to try and leave out most of the gory details!)<br /><div><br /></div><div>I went to bed Wednesday night, June 9th, with big plans for the next day. I had just been to the doctor and was told that if Jacob did not decide to come on his own, the doctor would induce me the next Wednesday (June 16th). Great, I thought, and immediately began making plans. Well, we all know what the Lord does when you make plans...</div><div><br /></div><div>I woke up around 6:15 on Thursday. When I rolled over to look at the clock, it felt like I had used the bathroom a little. (Now, if you've never been nine months pregnant, this may seem weird to you, but if you've been there, you know leaking out a little is not only possible, but kinda likely. It's sad, but true.) I rolled back over to get out of bed and felt it happen again, but this time I was certain that I was not using the bathroom. At this point, my heart began to race. I had heard my friend, Katy, describe what it felt like when her water broke and this seemed like exactly what she had described. I jumped out of bed, tripped over the dog, and ran to the bathroom. Almost as soon as I hit the tile (thank goodness!) it was clear to me that my water had indeed broken. (Just so you know, there was no big GUSH like you see on tv.) I yelled for Jeff and tried to put myself back together. Once he was convinced I was not imagining things, we sprang into action. Both parents were called, last minute essentials were packed, dogs were loaded and we were off to drop off the dogs and then head to the hospital.</div><div><br /></div><div>As we drove to the hospital, my contractions grew stronger and more intense. It didn't help at all that I was a nervous wreck. I did start to calm down once I was settled into a bed and had met the L&D nurses. Let me tell you, those ladies were a Godsend. There was no way I could have done it without them. They were so sweet and patient and encouraging and just all around kind. It was like having the most loving people waiting on you hand and foot. And almost as soon as we were settled in, our dear friend Stuart was able to stop by and pray with us. </div><div> </div><div>Shortly after I was settled in they started me on pitocin to make my labor progress a little faster. My contractions were getting stronger by the minute on their own, so you can only imagine what the drugs did for me! I was told the anesthesiologist was on his way up for another lady down the hall so I went ahead and ordered my epidural. Getting the epidural was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">zero</span> fun. For some reason, it wouldn't work in the first spot he tried, so he had to move to another column and try again. Definitely painful, but definitely worth it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Once the epidural was in place, the real waiting game began. I was able to relax a little and visit with family. Which is a good thing too, because we sure had a lot there! (A few friends and some people from church stopped by too, but by the time they came by, I was unable to visit with them.) </div><div><br /></div><div>I progressed steadily for a while until I was 9 cm. You are supposed to get to 10 before you start to push, but for some reason I was just stuck at 9. I tried laying in all different positions, but nothing work. The nurses called the doctor and it was decided that I should just go ahead and try and push passed it. So around 2:00, almost 8 hours after my water had broken that morning, the pushing started. </div><div><br /></div><div>Let me tell you something about labor. I don't care how many stories you hear or books you read or birthing classes you attend. You may think you understand, but you really don't. Pushing is so incredibly hard. I was WORN OUT, literally exhausted, after just a couple of pushes. Since I wasn't fully dilated, I was able to rest a little between pushes and only had to push when I felt the urge. This went on for about an hour. Jeff was so sweet and must have counted to ten for me about a million times. He held my hand and fed me spoonfuls of ice and read me scripture when I became too anxious. (Jacob would not be here had it not been for Phil 4:4-9!)</div><div><br /></div><div>I could tell when I had finally pushed past that last centimeter because the urge to push became constant. I pushed and pushed and pushed until I really thought there was no way I could push even another second. But somehow, someway, I found the strength. I was sweating and breathing fast and shaking and my eyes were watering and my head was pounding and I was flat out exhausted. I was running through my mind every bit of encouraging scripture I could think of. </div><div><br /></div><div>The nurses kept telling my how close I was getting and how soon I would have a baby boy. Thinking of seeing my precious baby boy was literally the only thing that kept me going. At some point, the doctor arrived and mentioned that if I did not have him soon, we may have to do a C-Section because I physically would not be able to push much longer. Just hearing the words C-Section gave me the boost that I needed. I wanted to avoid a C-Section, of course, but after so much pushing there was no way I was going to cave and end up not having a traditional delivery. I was determined. </div><div><br /></div><div>My epidural was turned down to help me know where and how to push. My delivery room was literally full of people. I had Jeff on one side and a nurse on the other, each pushing against my feet. Two nurses were standing over me and rubbing down on my stomach. The doctor and two more nurses were in front of me, trying to help deliver him and there was a nurse waiting for Jacob at the incubator. After a few more pushes with my newfound strength, the pain became unbearable. I felt like my body was literally on fire and that I was about to break open. Jeff was screaming numbers in my ear as he counted to ten. The nurses were all cheering me on and the doctor was yelling for me to give one more big push. The pain was taking over and I was no longer in control. I could hear myself screaming out in pain, but it was like I was listening to someone else making all that noise. I pushed harder than I had pushed all day, simply because I knew I had to get out of that pain. I felt a huge wave of relief for a few seconds before the pain returned. The doctor told me Jacob's head was out, but that I had to keep pushing. I pushed as hard as I possibly could until all of a sudden, it was over. </div><div><br /></div><div>You could tell the attitude of the whole room had changed. It was like every person in there was able to relax for a second. I looked down and saw the yucky blue mess that was my son. It seemed like forever before I heard him take that first breath and cry, but it must have only been a few seconds because none of the staff was panicked. They wiped him down just a little bit, wrapped him up, and sat him on my chest. He was so warm and soft and just plain unbelievable. Jeff came up and we loved on him together. Not for long though, because then they had to take him to the incubator to get him more cleaned up, measured, etc. Then I got him back for a few minutes for some skin-to-skin before Jeff was able to walk him out to show off to our families. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was left behind to rest in the delivery room while the doctor sewed me back up. As worn out as I was, and as much pain as I had gone through (and was still in!), I had never been more happy in my life. There really are no words to describe that feeling. Jacob was here and appeared to be very healthy. All those months of pregnancy and all the years of prayers had finally become a reality. Our God is good. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-6942915913432442822010-09-03T00:00:00.000-05:002010-09-03T11:19:24.592-05:00Suggestions Please...I want to start blogging again (when I find the time!) and I want my blog to be nicer looking. Any suggestions??? It seems like everyone else's is so cute!Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-59391714378048341422010-07-15T00:00:00.000-05:002010-07-15T11:54:07.878-05:00Dear Abandoned Blog,<div><br /></div><div>I am so sorry that you have been forgotten recently. I was busy giving birth to our beautiful son, caring for said son, moving to another apartment, and teaching a week of summer school. So you see, it's not that I have not had a lot to blog about, just that I have had so much to blog about that I haven't had time to actually do it! </div><div><br /></div><div>But I promise that I will try to do better. If nothing else, I can at least post pictures and videos for friends and family : ) </div><div><br /></div><div>Sincerely,</div><div>One Tired Woman</div>Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-58646864326068440742010-06-04T00:00:00.001-05:002010-06-04T14:41:43.005-05:00Baby Borland Update - Almost 38 Weeks<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmBbICKza2ad5KxXYpywiunVPoMNiJyOXAFH3kpNTgOWRy84LmTvoe-LfUlcKuFQ87DLpc79Cchm5FitWNURHIiIfkDUz9abpE7CHo2HYCNwolyQAuLXTS_fzCl0FVjiYEx1lesF0q3uM/s1600/000_0061.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479005229324358850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmBbICKza2ad5KxXYpywiunVPoMNiJyOXAFH3kpNTgOWRy84LmTvoe-LfUlcKuFQ87DLpc79Cchm5FitWNURHIiIfkDUz9abpE7CHo2HYCNwolyQAuLXTS_fzCl0FVjiYEx1lesF0q3uM/s400/000_0061.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">May 28th, almost 37 weeks</p><p align="left">A Ticking Time Bomb. That's what the doctor called me at my appointment Tuesday. Nice, huh??<br /></p><p align="left">But really, that's exactly what I feel like. Saturday night, Jeff and I made another trip to labor and delivery due to some very sharp pain in my lower left side. Once we got there, though, the pain seemed to be the least of our worries! Being hooked up to the monitors revealed that Jacob was doing fine, but that my contractions were very consistent. An exam also revealed that I was dilated to 3 cm and 80% effaced. This seemed like a pretty big deal to me since the Monday before I was barely 1 cm and only 50%! When the nurse told me I might be in labor, I immediately started crying. I just wasn't ready!! Jeff, on the other hand, was amazing and supportive through the whole night. I think he's just ready for Jacob to get here!</p><br />Tuesday afternoon, my doctor's appointment revealed no more progress. This is where I received my "ticking time bomb" diagnosis. Then, Thursday rolled around and I was convinced I was in labor. I had solid contractions every five minutes or so for almost two hours. I called Jeff and had him come home from work a little early so we could go to Labor & Delivery. An exam showed that I was dilated to a little passed three, which means I had progressed a little, but not very much. After the exam, my contractions became more painful and were coming every three minutes. This lasted for about another hour and a half, then... NOTHING. Out of nowhere, the contractions just slowed down, became less painful, and then STOPPED. Completely stopped. The doctor gave me a sleeping pill (which I DON'T recommend) and sent me home for the night to rest. So... here we are.<br /><br />So now I am hoping he will either come today, or wait until next Tuesday or Wednesday. The reason being that Jeff has a colonoscopy on Monday. I realize this could be rescheduled if needed, but we just don't want him to be in the middle of his prep on Sunday and then have me go into labor. So pray for Jeff as he prepares for his test, and pray for all of us as we prepare for Jacob's arrival.<br /><br />Just for fun I've included pictures of some of the fun things we purchased last weekend - our stroller/car seat combo and our pack'n'play : )<br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPW59gjVh6lUnvu_si6xC_-ABGvLpiuBPd34lp3fqAxcwXH_8BV7LxdfcVsPvlTb1e7mIOuYVCl5voXh7b30RyOXzlh6-z3eal2biuNrExqjRcNX7hsaLpPUTO2DRfJYyMjRaFafj2N88/s1600/car+seat+and+stroller.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479005220010529266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPW59gjVh6lUnvu_si6xC_-ABGvLpiuBPd34lp3fqAxcwXH_8BV7LxdfcVsPvlTb1e7mIOuYVCl5voXh7b30RyOXzlh6-z3eal2biuNrExqjRcNX7hsaLpPUTO2DRfJYyMjRaFafj2N88/s400/car+seat+and+stroller.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3dZFdb_0LOL1XhRXH9qOLAPqs4wGJQg-EeTFsJhZiK816XJCwSTjWDWWmAOEhjYMn1oBcd6w8nhTt4yU8aCUdl95x-VwXoOi1Q29ZJ383vwxzmeVEQSnHTustTs6svoluB80iLNTOfgE/s1600/pack+n+play.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479005223575654946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3dZFdb_0LOL1XhRXH9qOLAPqs4wGJQg-EeTFsJhZiK816XJCwSTjWDWWmAOEhjYMn1oBcd6w8nhTt4yU8aCUdl95x-VwXoOi1Q29ZJ383vwxzmeVEQSnHTustTs6svoluB80iLNTOfgE/s400/pack+n+play.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-58786867759741561232010-05-28T16:00:00.000-05:002010-05-28T16:00:01.370-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjP10uSDZUy1PVTyPaPpwWeBiWBt9p0WpzUkW9e0sj2Xlriu8a1uaXfujwjYPz_OzSim2aKkuRTjZasI86jJYYdSju27t-qp30e_KXJct_gQYIOisKs8owPzCdYJFtRUka0WR4NbKNs2o/s1600/schools+out.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjP10uSDZUy1PVTyPaPpwWeBiWBt9p0WpzUkW9e0sj2Xlriu8a1uaXfujwjYPz_OzSim2aKkuRTjZasI86jJYYdSju27t-qp30e_KXJct_gQYIOisKs8owPzCdYJFtRUka0WR4NbKNs2o/s400/schools+out.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476425140595937794" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div>By the time this posts, I will be out of school for the summer!!!!!!!!!!<div><br /></div><div>Well, almost. I still have a lot of cleaning, cumulative records, and progress monitoring folders to take care of. But that is all work I can do ALONE in my room, listening to music and relaxing. </div><div><br /></div><div>Don't get me wrong. I LOVE my job and I am soooo grateful that I survived another spring without being pink slipped. But.... after spending 36+ weeks with these kids, we're both ready to go our separate ways (especially some of them!). It will be nice for the kids AND the teachers to have almost 2 months off to refuel and recharge. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now I just have to finish getting everything ready for this baby to get here...</div><div><br /></div>Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042281715805483920.post-32322394678554296682010-05-25T00:00:00.000-05:002010-05-25T08:14:14.945-05:00Welcome to the World, Colbie!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlg3L1oVvmTFz6iUEjwkaXEweLKJJjyLyofatGa0sFkHFfLRKOiEcYK98MZnh-rdeFDEm9FWnINNKTQ_DwVawnOosgX9jCBN2YWDSXTHRAgFuJi6VBO8dJfDYbESQ4hdGwN8cMEihzcl0/s1600/100_1513.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlg3L1oVvmTFz6iUEjwkaXEweLKJJjyLyofatGa0sFkHFfLRKOiEcYK98MZnh-rdeFDEm9FWnINNKTQ_DwVawnOosgX9jCBN2YWDSXTHRAgFuJi6VBO8dJfDYbESQ4hdGwN8cMEihzcl0/s400/100_1513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475193562968128114" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Colbie Brooke Owens</div><div style="text-align: center;">May 21, 2010</div><div style="text-align: center;">7 lbs 10 oz</div><div style="text-align: center;">20 1/2 in </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Congratulations go out to our friends Joel and Erin!! Little Colbie was due on the 16th, but wanted to hang out in her comfy home as long as possible. Erin was induced on Friday, but after 16 hours ended up having to have a C-section. We made the trip to Nashville to visit on Sunday, and she is BEAUTIFUL! And check out that hair! We are so excited that Jacob will already have so many friends close to his age when he arrives : ) </div><div><br /></div>Angel Borlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758382312991333244noreply@blogger.com0