<?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-5727272</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:52:35.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Find Myself In A Cage Sometimes </title><subtitle type='html'>A path has turned, so has the wind. I must follow it through this rusty road.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108999305916643963</id><published>2004-07-16T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T10:50:59.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some Great News  I went to the doctor Wednesday and found out some great news. I don't have pre-ecclampsia. This is great news, although since I'm far enough along in the pregnancy, it would have been safe to deliver, but defintely great news. We've had a couple of days where I had practice contractions starting to become regular, but they stopped. Scott is defintely on edge with excitement for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108999305916643963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108999305916643963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/07/some-great-news-i-went-to-doctor.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108974547070555316</id><published>2004-07-13T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T14:04:30.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been a strange week. I have had some awesome experiences as well as some troubling ones. I would like to start with the good for now, cause I want to share these praises as well as acknowledge them.* I am finally at the okay gestation period where it is okay to have this baby* Also, after the long hauled pregnancy, I'm almost done, just four more weeks to my due date :)* I'm beginning </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108974547070555316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108974547070555316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/07/it-has-been-strange-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108895990801699023</id><published>2004-07-04T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T11:51:48.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been in a tight struggle with myself for quite awhile. My spiritual part of me is starving, and I've no one to blame but myself. I crave it, miss it....I am depreived of the freedom God has allowed me. My laziness has overcome it, and I am back at the bottom of the ladder, that goes up to my path. Right now it doesn't feel like a journey, it feels like a stopping point, and to go on, I'm not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108895990801699023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108895990801699023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/07/ive-been-in-tight-struggle-with-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108895943897816340</id><published>2004-07-04T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T11:43:58.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's goin OnAnother day without the kids, and the house is empty as ever. I slept in a great deal today, which was quite odd, but still nice. These past couple of weeks I've felt nothing but exhaustion wearing down on me, so I am trying my best to use this time to relax. Last night we went over to Matt and Lori's for prayer and fireworks. It was fun. I stayed in the house with a little girl </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108895943897816340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108895943897816340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/07/whats-goin-on-another-day-without-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108878544923122711</id><published>2004-07-02T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T11:24:09.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just have one question, not for anyone in particular, but something to be out there: WHAT IS IT WITH MY FAMILY'S BIRTHDAYS? The past two birthdays we've had in the family, I've went to the hospital for crampy pain. I went on Mikah's birthday and yesterday on my mom's birthday. (HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!) The last time it was only a bladder infection, but yesterday when they hooked me up to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108878544923122711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108878544923122711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-just-have-one-question-not-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108845567265852691</id><published>2004-06-28T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T15:47:52.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inside for too longI've been going through my head too much lately, losing the methods of my heart. Kind of tired of doing things that way, feel kind of selfish too. I've been lazy about my journey, kind of setting it aside, until spiritual thoughts comes around that make me think twice about setting it aside. I struggle with my faith too much since our miscarriage, just gave me some difficult </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108845567265852691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108845567265852691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/06/inside-for-too-long-ive-been-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108810051341002726</id><published>2004-06-24T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T13:08:33.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With my experiences in the pregnancy chat rooms, I've kind remembered something about people. I've remembered that people thrive to connect with others. To share something in common, and to know they aren't alone. They thrive on companionship, as well as an open door to someone else's heart. We all do. This is how we are made. Granted some lost it along their rough road of life, but there's still</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108810051341002726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108810051341002726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/06/with-my-experiences-in-pregnancy-chat.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108809884701049924</id><published>2004-06-24T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T12:40:47.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More thoughtsI look at my children and it amazes me how fast time flies. It scares me, too. Questions such as, how can I not screw up? Let alone screw them up. I wonder what kind of people they will become and where they will go. What struggles we will overcome and even more how much will they let God into their lives. Will my pitiful faith distract them? We don't have much time left and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108809884701049924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108809884701049924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/06/more-thoughts-i-look-at-my-children.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108750062004743305</id><published>2004-06-17T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T14:30:20.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thoughts A-FlowinA lot going on in my mind. I think there may be too much in there wondering about the future. In the bible it commands not to worry about the future, but it also says basically that only fools don't plan. I plan stuff because of worry about it not getting done or accomplished if I don't plan. And a lot of the time I don't even realize I'm worried. Right now I wonder if God has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108750062004743305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108750062004743305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/06/thoughts-flowin-lot-going-on-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108722106263263456</id><published>2004-06-14T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T08:51:02.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sitting here in the darkened bedroom of mine where my daughter Kiara is sleeping. I must say, she's looks like an angel when she sleeps. Even when she rubs her eyes and picks off her eye boogers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108722106263263456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108722106263263456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-sitting-here-in-darkened-bedroom-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108716665934872083</id><published>2004-06-13T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T17:44:19.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bloggin in My PJ's About the All of it AllIt's been an interesting past couple of days. I had my birthday Thursday and just relaxed as much as I could. That's all I really wanted was to have a day to chill. But considering I had both kids with me and Scott at work, I did my best. Mikah's birthday was Saturday. 5 years old ( tear drop) wow.....he's really getting big. He had a good birthday, he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108716665934872083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108716665934872083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/06/bloggin-in-my-pjs-about-all-of-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108674994030707793</id><published>2004-06-08T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T21:59:00.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pool Bums &amp; Birthday BoyThe kids and I have been hanging out at the apartment pool for the past three days. Its been helping me relieve some stress of being couped up inside the house, and also gives the kids time for some good fresh air and time with other kids. I think we'll take a break though, Mikah and I started to get burnt today, even with sunscreen. Kiara is starting to get a little tan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108674994030707793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108674994030707793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/06/pool-bums-birthday-boy-kids-and-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108648302743428432</id><published>2004-06-05T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T19:50:27.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back From Monti-StrugglesI am finally home with the kids. It was a nice visit and kind of a nice vacation if it weren't for some mind struggles I've been going through. I need clarity. I need to learn how to hear God's voice as opposed to my own or the enemy. I wish it were simple, but it never seems to be that way for me. I know this is at my fault, and ignorance or whatever isn't an excuse, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108648302743428432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108648302743428432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/06/back-from-monti-struggles-i-am-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108570048490461403</id><published>2004-05-27T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T18:28:04.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Mister Smarty PantsMister Mikah dude has been such a funny guy lately. Yesterday he noticed his hair was growing and looked kind of worried. He said to me, "Mommy! Its growing too long! We have to make it short again!" He's very concerned about it growing out and not looking as it did at first. I told him that we could shave it again in a couple of days. He was totally fine by this idea. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108570048490461403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108570048490461403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-mister-smarty-pants-mister-mikah.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108569863246215246</id><published>2004-05-27T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T18:38:29.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prayer RequestScott's Great Grandma Hall who lives down in Arkansas is in the hospital, probably seeing her last days. She has had congestive heart failure for years, and all of what she is experiencing seems like the end stages of it too. She's lived a heck of a life. She just turned 90 years old last week, and still has her husband beside her. We've been expecting this for a little bit now. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108569863246215246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108569863246215246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/05/prayer-request-scotts-great-grandma.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108535292495979703</id><published>2004-05-23T17:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T17:45:19.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a post I tried to do last Sunday, but Blogger went capooey.Breathing a Little BetterHow refreshing. Each week we meet up with a group of people and talk with each other, share our stories, laugh, joke, cry and whatever else may come through. The children run around and play with each other, and a little baby tends to get passed around to various people. We pray for each other, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108535292495979703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108535292495979703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/05/this-is-post-i-tried-to-do-last-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108523806885452699</id><published>2004-05-22T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T10:01:08.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My TripWell the past week has been interesting. While I was down in Monticello, I spent some good time with my mom and also got a little break from the kids too. Came back still in a weird mood, but a little time and prayer helped. I was hoping that was the last time I had to go to Monticello for awhile, but I found out soon enough I was wrong. I have to go for an appointment June 2 to update </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108523806885452699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108523806885452699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-trip-well-past-week-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108465968945058949</id><published>2004-05-15T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T17:21:29.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well this may be my last post for a little while, I have to go up to Monticello again, for a doctor's appointment, but this time I will probably stay an extra day because my mom is off work and the trip sux the life right out of me, especially always having to bring the kids with me. Today has been crazy with mood swings for me, as well as a mix with my air headed ways. I took the kids to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108465968945058949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108465968945058949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-this-may-be-my-last-post-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108450787269274937</id><published>2004-05-13T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T23:11:12.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOWWow. I just had an amazing experience. Yesterday I was chatting with various people when this 17 year old girl came in scared and asking a bunch of questions about being pregnant. She all of a sudden was being attacked by the other ladies in the room. So I sent her a private message to console her and to try and answer her questions. She acted like she didn't want the baby, and hadn't told </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108450787269274937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108450787269274937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/05/wow-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108429613590316042</id><published>2004-05-11T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T12:22:15.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can't Hold It In AnymoreWell, here I am . I'm having lunch and finally decided to release some stuffiness from inside. I have been trying to get started in studying medical transcription from home so I can work at home. With working from home I would have a chance to homeschool my kids and still bring in an income with out having someone else  raising my kids in a daycare or public school. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108429613590316042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108429613590316042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/05/cant-hold-it-in-anymore-well-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108415926368140395</id><published>2004-05-09T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T22:21:03.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Mommy's Day!Weird. Blogger has definitely made some changes. Still not sure if they are good or not. Today was a good day. It started with Scott making me some french toast, then soaked in the tub before church. We all took our time getting ready so there wasn't any aggravation, which I believe is a first for us. We had a good morning ; the kids played outside while the adults talked and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108415926368140395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108415926368140395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/05/happy-mommys-day-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108325565177436024</id><published>2004-04-29T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T11:23:57.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just some BabbleToday is Scott's first long day with both jobs. I didn't get much sleep last night, so I feel very tired, but the kids are doing so great and haven't caused me much trouble since he left for the second job. For that I'm very grateful, and will be even more grateful if I can get them both down for a nap..........but I won't push my luck too much. I would say I could use quiet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108325565177436024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108325565177436024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/04/just-some-babble-today-is-scotts-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108318448390308004</id><published>2004-04-28T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T15:37:49.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Passion For Christ-----&gt; Still on the search, but closerMan I don't blog that much do I? Oh well.  Here lately I've noticed more and more that my passion for Christ and helping others has been disappearing. That sucks too, because I use to have so much before, but all of the lacking the past few years has seemed to let Satan win. I know I need to work on my walk with Christ first, you know, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108318448390308004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108318448390308004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/04/still-on-search-but-closer-man-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108274026701109490</id><published>2004-04-23T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T12:17:31.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last Weekend Not ForgottenI've been meaning to post this all week, but my head has gotten stuck elsewhere. Last Saturday we went and spent some time with Riley and Emily including some of their friends. This was the first time I met any of them, and I must say is was a great meeting. I already felt connected with Riley and Emily even though I had just met them. Very cool. While I was there, I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108274026701109490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108274026701109490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/04/last-weekend-not-forgotten-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108273018618858818</id><published>2004-04-23T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T12:07:11.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never-ending Reality Checks From A Four Year OldThe past few nights I have been sleeping on the couch. Both nights Mikah has come out to sleep with me. Since there's no room, ( even before my protruding gut) I pulled up the ottoman close to me for an extension of the couch. He  has complained of nightmares. I also tried rolling over, back to him and he started to sit up in a panicky way and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108273018618858818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108273018618858818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/04/never-ending-reality-checks-from-four.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108265174912470156</id><published>2004-04-22T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T11:38:48.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I must say right now my journeu or crash course ( both sound accurate) is really starting to feel lonely. I mean, I was feeling that way before, but its really hitting me now.  What also doesn't help is that my hormones are taking over my emotions. Today so far has been a weepy day for me. Just feel alone, and so distant from people. I hope I can over come this, it's starting to drive me nuts. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108265174912470156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108265174912470156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-must-say-right-now-my-journeu-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108248192650362720</id><published>2004-04-20T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T12:28:23.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A ReminderAfter my doc appointment yesterday, I went to pick up some breadsticks in Monticello. The girl who was working goes to the church me and Scott sort of ran away from. She she said hi, and told me she hadn't seen my mother-in-law for a couple of weeks and wanted to know if she was okay. I told her she's been fine and all, then she said, "You know I would have called her, but who has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108248192650362720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108248192650362720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/04/reminder-after-my-doc-appointment.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108248137452699048</id><published>2004-04-20T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T12:19:11.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Non-stress test Full of StressMy doctor sent me yesterday to get a non-stress test done to see if the cramping I've been having are contractions and to also make sure the baby's heart rate was okay. I didn't really cramp during it, but everything looked fine. It defintely put me and Scott through some trying thoughts. I'm not so sure Scott was satisfied by the findings, I know he's still pretty</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108248137452699048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108248137452699048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/04/non-stress-test-full-of-stress-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108173866906375281</id><published>2004-04-11T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T22:00:37.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boy.......I think this is my first ramble on here...Don't Say I didn't Warn YOU!A whirlwind of thoughts going through. Not too sure where I'm going with it all, but I'm sure it'll take me somewhere. I was listening to some christian punk music, while soaking in the tub, and I realized how true it was. It was basically a song about how some Christians spending most of their time shaking their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108173866906375281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108173866906375281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/04/boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108166391823956062</id><published>2004-04-11T02:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T01:15:14.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wish I could write something more positiveI find myself writing this, because I have nothing else really to do. We had a good visit with Scott's grandparents, but at the end of it I started to have some pain in my hips. We came home and I laid down and fell asleep with the kids. I just woke up a half an hour ago with severe pain in my hips, back and legs, and with nausea. I know eventually, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108166391823956062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108166391823956062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-wish-i-could-write-something-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108146046271684183</id><published>2004-04-08T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T16:43:47.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Thought Only Clowns Did ThisMy kids have been wanting to play with some balloons lately, so I decided to go and get some yesterday while running around. I found some, that came with a convenient air pump, and went home. To our surprise they were the kind for making balloon animals and hats, and such. So my brother and I let the kids run around while we sat outside with them, learning how to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108146046271684183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108146046271684183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-thought-only-clowns-did-this-my-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108105040398907556</id><published>2004-04-03T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T22:49:24.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hospital I just got back from the hospital. I went because I've been having cramping and a lot of pain, and every now and then it seemed as though I was having a contraction. Well, I'm not dilated or anything, and everything checked out okay. I do have a small infection that antibiotics can take care. I have to be very honest, though. I didn't want to go. I didn't want to go with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108105040398907556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108105040398907556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/04/hospital-i-just-got-back-from-hospital.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108069380813839177</id><published>2004-03-30T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T22:50:13.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Kiwi Has A Dirty MouthSo my brother and I took the kids to Red Lobster for a late lunch. We get in there and Kiara, my two year old daughter, is just absolutely astounded by all of the fish everywhere.  We sit down in an empty room where there are only three tables that had some people being served. Well, like any two year old would do, she starts pointing out the fish loudly and excitedly..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108069380813839177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108069380813839177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/03/my-kiwi-has-dirty-mouth-so-my-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108026175253934649</id><published>2004-03-25T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T20:12:03.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spontaneous-ness with My BroWhat an interesting day. Shane, my brother, comes home from work and tells me that there is a free concert up town at the Glendale Mall. Avril Lavigne was there. At first he was afraid to even ask, as though I would say no, because of pregnancy and kids. I of course said yes, and we just picked up and went. Unfortunately Scott was unable to go, because he was job </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108026175253934649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108026175253934649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/03/spontaneous-ness-with-my-bro-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-1080173889626061</id><published>2004-03-24T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T19:20:39.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hurricane At The Miller'sToday I had to take a vacation from myself, between being hormonal and just plain mean, I had to get away from being. I'm sure I put Scott through a hurricane enough, so eventually I just stopped trying and while Scott and the kids went outside to play I went on an exploration journey. I went to explore all that was close to us like thrift stores and eclectic stores. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/1080173889626061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/1080173889626061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/03/hurricane-at-millers-today-i-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-108017230236005897</id><published>2004-03-24T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T18:54:12.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Garage Sale On-LineAll I have to say is YAY FOR E-BAY! I normally wouldn't say that, but it has become a very useful and interesting tool for me lately. I have been keeping a lot of un-needed stuff from our wedding with those little petty pack-rat excuses like I'll find a use for it later. I was going to keep my wedding dress for Kiara, but then I decided it was too fun picking it out that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108017230236005897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/108017230236005897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/03/garage-sale-on-line-all-i-have-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107990612211530690</id><published>2004-03-21T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T17:03:19.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reaching the Other Side of the Fishing PoleWe got a chance to finally meet Bill Bean and his wife and kids. We also got the chance of meeting Jim and Syndie and their adorable children. We ate breakfast, talked, prayed and cried. Awesome. Perfect. It was so perfect that it was imperfect. The kids played so well together, and so did the adults. I'm so glad we're finally here, making </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107990612211530690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107990612211530690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/03/reaching-other-side-of-fishing-pole-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107974553372522610</id><published>2004-03-19T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T22:12:43.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Home Sweet HomeI already feel as though I belong here. I normally have a really hard time sleeping in new places, but not here. Our apartment is more than I would ever imagine, not because of all of the great 'stuff'. No, because of the lack of stuff. Everything looks so simple, and uncluttered. Well, except for our bedroom, which is still under construction at the moment. The kids just love it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107974553372522610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107974553372522610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/03/home-sweet-home-i-already-feel-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107931953219912150</id><published>2004-03-14T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T22:01:12.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The move is onWell, tomorrow is the first noght we will be sleeping in our new home. I'm exhausted from packing, as well as taking care of the kids, and trying to spend time with family before we go. My mother-in-law has been awesome. She has been helping out a lot this weekend. My father-in-law will be helping us out tomorrow with the move. I basically told the guys that my job is to watch the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107931953219912150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107931953219912150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/03/move-is-on-well-tomorrow-is-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107905010445720868</id><published>2004-03-11T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T19:10:41.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Time Has Come!Rock on! We have found and decided on a place! Yay! We have a new home! Yay! We're planning on moving Monday if it all works out well. Freaking awesome. Now, time to pack and go through the nonsense clutter we have stored in our in-laws garage.  The kids are excited. More Mikah than Kiara, but still the same. Scott is so excited he just put on a tutu.......hmmmm....maybe not. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107905010445720868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107905010445720868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/03/time-has-come-rock-on-we-have-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107886779608803427</id><published>2004-03-09T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T16:32:11.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We've been out three whole days searching for a new home. We have two awesome choices and one do-able choice as the third. Its been tough searching for a three bedroom place that accepts dogs in our price range, but we have found some places. I can't wait for it to be done and stamped----&gt;this is where we live. But I've been patient so far and hope for whichever place God places us.  I need to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107886779608803427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107886779608803427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/03/weve-been-out-three-whole-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107836663411390308</id><published>2004-03-03T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T21:21:09.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Mind Feels Like A Trap SometimesHere I am again, thinking. I've come to one thing about it and that it serves me a lot of trouble most of the time. I'm stuck in a place of my walk where I don't know which way is up. When I pray, it just seems as though I'm talking to myself anymore. I try to reach out, but the apathetic side that lingers seems to take over. Most of the time I think, "what's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107836663411390308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107836663411390308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/03/mind-feels-like-trap-sometimes-here-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107836256638583190</id><published>2004-03-03T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T20:11:36.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blinded with fearYesterday I lost most of my vision when I woke up. It was blackened, but just really blurred. It was like I stared at the sun too long and the glare left over when you look away was there clouding my vision. It came with a weird headache. Not a throbbing painful one, but just one I haven't felt before. Well, I ended up going to the doc, scared out of my gourd, and the nurse </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107836256638583190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107836256638583190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/03/blinded-with-fear-yesterday-i-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107836222977582548</id><published>2004-03-03T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T20:05:59.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was sent this, and it tickled me...enjoy!EVER WONDER... why the sun lightens our hair, but darkens our skin? ...why women can't put on mascara with their mouths closed? ..why you don't ever see the headline "Psychic Wins Lottery"? ...why "abbreviated" is such a long word? ...why doctors call what they do "practice"? ...why you have to click on "Start" to stop Windows 98? ...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107836222977582548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107836222977582548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-was-sent-this-and-it-tickled-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107757268377846670</id><published>2004-02-23T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T16:46:43.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lost focusToday I am really off my rocker. I'm letting myself get wrapped up into things that really shouldn't take to much of my worry if at all. I have actually received a call from the church we use to attend. At first it seemed to be affectionate towards why Scott and I haven't really been attending, but then I soon realized it was only concerning my in-laws. I must say it disturbs me. But</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107757268377846670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107757268377846670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/02/lost-focus-today-i-am-really-off-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107757214672408031</id><published>2004-02-23T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T16:37:46.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>create your own personalized map of the USA or write about it on the open travel guide</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107757214672408031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107757214672408031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/02/create-your-own-personalized-map-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107733223841347354</id><published>2004-02-20T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T21:59:48.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, hey hey-----&gt; He can Read!I have been working with Mikah with his letters sounds and combinations, and today he was able to read about twenty words! Very freakin' awesome, and he's thrilled to learn more! Very cool stuff. Baby StuffAlso we got an ultrasound done yesterday, which was a REALLY BIG RELIEF for me, and it appears to be a boy. This may not be accurate, but the picture I saw </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107733223841347354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107733223841347354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/02/he-can-read-i-have-been-working-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107704776103359890</id><published>2004-02-17T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T14:58:31.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mashed Potatoes and Gravy DietIs mashed potatoes and gravy good for you?????? I hope so, because that so far has been my MAIN pregnant craving. I crave it day and night. This is my addiction. Does anyone know of a support group I can join!!!??? Ask Scott, its been interesting! Especially now that the nausea is easing up, YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY! Still get queasy and once in awhile sick, but no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107704776103359890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107704776103359890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/02/mashed-potatoes-and-gravy-diet-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107704732871750622</id><published>2004-02-17T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T14:50:42.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just want to shout out to Kristen, Joshua, and Miss Snow-girl Judah! I miss you guys!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107704732871750622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107704732871750622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-just-want-to-shout-out-to-kristen.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107704719683614220</id><published>2004-02-17T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T14:48:51.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHAT'S THE PROBLEM!?!I had a lot of fun with the kids this afternoon. Well, actually that started after-after. This morning the kids were non-stop whining, and screaming at each other, and nothing was ever good enough, and my brain felt the extreme overload. So instinctively, without knowing what I was going to do next, I started to scream with them and started to clap my hands, maybe to get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107704719683614220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107704719683614220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/02/whats-problem-i-had-lot-of-fun-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107704634706746920</id><published>2004-02-17T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T14:34:21.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PatienceI'm really hoping to go house hunting soon. Its soo difficult trying to plan stuff without having any idea of what kind of place we'll get into. Mikah want to move NOW, but I explained to him we have to wait. I've been thinking about babysitting a couple of kids while I'm at home, so I can help bring some money in. Scott may still have to work two part time jobs or something, but at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107704634706746920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107704634706746920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/02/patience-im-really-hoping-to-go-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107704390870482210</id><published>2004-02-17T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T13:53:43.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TenseI've been stuck with writer's block, or blogger's block, whatever you will. Its been up and down here in freakish small town Monticello, and it has nothing to do with the location either. Tension at home builds slowly, as well as anxiety and excitement, just about the move alone. We've lived in Indianpolis before, but this time is different. We've been down this road of giving up too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107704390870482210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107704390870482210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/02/tense-ive-been-stuck-with-writers.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107690895921974672</id><published>2004-02-16T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T00:24:31.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>don't know what to say........to those out there ...hi!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107690895921974672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107690895921974672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/02/dont-know-what-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107635463865670570</id><published>2004-02-09T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T14:25:44.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Wonderful DayToday I took the kids to the library for reading time, a craft, and also to play with all of the kids that go there. I've had some good conversation with one of the moms, it was nice. I think this is the kind of thing I need to do. I may not feel better physically, but mentally I do. My nausea is lightening a little bit too. THANK YOU GOD! May not be perfect but any improvement </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107635463865670570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107635463865670570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/02/wonderful-day-today-i-took-kids-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107601845085193769</id><published>2004-02-05T17:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T17:02:44.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To Cloth or Not to Cloth, That is the Question I have been trying to plan some things for when the baby comes, and I've traveled across a couple of concerns. We were talking about trying cloth diapers for this baby, but as I'm doing my research I'm finding myself discouraged about it. I know I should be thinking about the well being of our environment and should be all for it, but even with all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107601845085193769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107601845085193769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/02/to-cloth-or-not-to-cloth-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107601842213081572</id><published>2004-02-05T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T17:02:04.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To Homeschool!Well, I believe I have made my decision on whether to homeschool Mikah dude, or to send him to Kindergarten. I've decided homeschooling, especially if we move to a bigger town where there are many events we can go to to play with other kids. I'm very excited about it too. I've borrowed a book from the library to help him with his phonics, and so far he's been doing very well. He's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107601842213081572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107601842213081572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/02/to-homeschool-well-i-believe-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107574383447647043</id><published>2004-02-02T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T12:45:33.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's February already!Where does this time go? I know it goes fast, but good golly miss molly! Where the heck did it go? That's okay, I will survive. I guess I haven't blogged in awhile, but I don't have much to say anymore. I've got my quirks, and what's going on with the pregnancy, but it's all been said, and I don't like sounding like a broken record. I have been trying to take a break from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107574383447647043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107574383447647043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/02/its-february-already-where-does-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107532949005971667</id><published>2004-01-28T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T17:39:44.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>euk,rf7 ikufi vy ujmntdyjx tgnf jhytcg nhcuflofli8g vyi     That I guess will be the title, because my nephew decided so. My sis is here from Arkansas with her boy and will be leaving soon. Its been a nice visit so far. She's still the same old sis that left, but I try to overlook these things. Scott has been at work all day and me and the kids have been lounging like no tomorrow. Very nice. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107532949005971667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107532949005971667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/01/eukrf7-ikufi-vy-ujmntdyjx-tgnf-jhytcg.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107412170077031566</id><published>2004-01-14T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T18:10:08.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a Beautiful Day in the neighborhood, Would you be Mine?Who sang this little lyric?I must say, I have a great family. My in-laws and my own mom and brother have been helping me out so much through this pregnancy, as well as our family through our tough spots. My brother has always been great for conversation and for listening. He lets me vent out what I need, then he talks me through it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107412170077031566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107412170077031566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/01/its-beautiful-day-in-neighborhood.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107383928495339699</id><published>2004-01-11T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T11:42:41.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sitting in the Ashes of my Puny FaithWell, sitting in the car last night I came to realize what kind of object I would use to describe my faith. Right about now I would use the term ashes. I have been in Christ for about three years now. The first year I had no one to lead me anywhere, so no where is where I stayed. The second year my passion grew so fast and hard, just to be slapped down by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107383928495339699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107383928495339699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/01/sitting-in-ashes-of-my-puny-faith-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107369042541887768</id><published>2004-01-09T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T18:23:29.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HE LEFT ME!!!! well, for good reason, he''l be back soon!Well, my hubby is gone on an adventure without me, but this was my decision. I didn't want to have to make him stop every ten-fifteen minutes, so I could or not throw up. Anyways, I'm over at my mom's and she has been helping me out the boogers. They have been good anyways, so she hasn't needed to help me much. Tomorrow we are to go to a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107369042541887768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107369042541887768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/01/he-left-me-well-for-good-reason-hel-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107359971496288045</id><published>2004-01-08T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T17:11:16.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Looking through the darkness to that big flashlight of God'sI accidently cut that last post pretty short. I also wanted to let everyone know that the biz ordeal is still on the rocks, but things are getting worked out and I've come along pretty good about accepting it. I'm just grateful we don't have a load of debt from it. I have enough debt from the hospital. Anyhoo, that's pretty good. Also,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107359971496288045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107359971496288045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/01/looking-through-darkness-to-that-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107344829459125483</id><published>2004-01-06T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T23:06:07.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello world. I would have posted a day or so ago when Scott first got the job, but I figured he deserved to let the world know first. Morning sickness has been taking over. I have found the only way to get rid of it, is to take the script the doc gave me, which  sux, but I have to in order to not stay in the bathroom 24/7. I can't wait for it to be done.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107344829459125483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107344829459125483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/01/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107326841977358714</id><published>2004-01-04T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T21:08:10.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just Got HitWell, I'm at my brother's right now, and have a disturbing choice to make with my husband. Well, he was going to move out with us, and this time was to be used to get each of us on our feet. Well, I also have the business with my brother, which at the moment is going downhill pretty fast. The computer building has been thrashed at us. We had a client that was to buy 16 super </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107326841977358714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107326841977358714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/01/just-got-hit-well-im-at-my-brothers.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107326611835504707</id><published>2004-01-04T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T21:08:34.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DreamlandThe past 2-3  days I have done nothing but sleep. Sleep all day then all night, and I can't stop. I'm going to have to though. Scott is about to leave for Indianapolis to search for a jobby-jobo, and I'll be alone with the kidlings. Doesn't sound like much fun. The night before last I had to go into ER. My heart was pounding so hard and fast, and I felt really dizzy. My mom, who is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107326611835504707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107326611835504707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/01/dreamland-past-2-3-days-i-have-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107308626394101396</id><published>2004-01-02T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T18:32:12.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sick AGAINI don't understand it.. I'm sick again, and practically  stuck in bed. New years was fun ....played some games with my fam. Played some clue even, haven't played that in a while. Pretty cool. The next morning I woke up with a sore throat and that slimy stuff that never goes away in your head. Not good. Scott's been taking care of me, again. I feel like the biggest baby. Today I have a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107308626394101396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107308626394101396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2004/01/sick-again-i-dont-understand-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107288780110272355</id><published>2003-12-31T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T11:24:27.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Daily Whoo-Haa'sThis pregnancy is making me absolutely exhausted, and I can't seem to function as well as I used. I can't stand the whole time and get the dishes done in one shot anymore. I have to take a break every ten to fifteen minutes or I get really light headed and nauseated. Not that doing dishes is a thrill to me or anything, but its nice to get it all done, instead of making it an all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107288780110272355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107288780110272355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/12/daily-whoo-haas-this-pregnancy-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107228997426455527</id><published>2003-12-24T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T13:20:33.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVE!Okay, so the stores are full of chaos,  and the snow from last night stuck to the ground making a bunch of careless drivers out of everyone, and my kids are ornery, but over all this is a beautiful day! I'm taking the family to my granny's, then tomorrow we're going to visit Scott's granny. Very nice to see the fam. Also, my dad is driving in tomorrow from Maryland, so I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107228997426455527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107228997426455527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/12/happy-christmas-eve-okay-so-stores-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107198362848057567</id><published>2003-12-21T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T00:15:51.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Better endingWell, my migraine went away, I've vented to the point where it ended in success, and saw the best movie ever! Tomorrow we are planning to go to First Baptist Church, and meet with people we haven't seen in over three weeks. I'm not so sure they've noticed, but we'll find out soon enough. We need to get back into some kind of groove. We can't seem to grab ourselves into one. It just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107198362848057567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107198362848057567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/12/better-ending-well-my-migraine-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107198333270283098</id><published>2003-12-21T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T00:15:14.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wowzers!Hey! We have a new blogger amongst us!!!! Scott's cousin, Asa, is up and blogging about his journey in Bogata, Columbia. He's been flowing through the winds of God and life lately. Please pray for him and everyone that he is trying to reach. He was our best man at our wedding. My kids just love him to death, too! The call him "Uncle Asa"  . It fit so much, we never bothered to correct</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107198333270283098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107198333270283098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/12/wowzers-hey-we-have-new-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107198296271963459</id><published>2003-12-21T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T00:03:38.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOTR : Return of the KingHow refreshing! And disappointing: they didn't let me take it home to watch over and over and over again. I guess I will survive! Very nice. Like a breath of fresh air. That's all I will say for those who haven't yet the privilage of watching it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107198296271963459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107198296271963459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/12/lotr-return-of-king-how-refreshing-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107194998618773545</id><published>2003-12-20T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T14:54:50.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today started out a little fun, but is starting to end soon. The air is really thick at my house with all of life's little frustrations . I've tried to pass them on and go about the day, but it keeps coming up. No job. A baby. What will people think? Honestly I could care less if its not supportive.  The holidays are to be fun filled time spent with your family. If you are uncomfortable with your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107194998618773545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107194998618773545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/12/today-started-out-little-fun-but-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107170348003763524</id><published>2003-12-17T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T18:25:32.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HumbledOh, where to begin? Scott's been job hunting the past few days down in Indy, and is feeling discouraged. We have to start getting assistance from the government for food, and the wonder of how next month's bills are going to be paid is tapping on our brain. All worries and fear. All part of sucking up our pride. It almost would seem easier to just move down to Arkansas with my dad, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107170348003763524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107170348003763524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/12/humbled-oh-where-to-begin-scotts-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107158899315408955</id><published>2003-12-16T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T10:37:24.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Child's playI love stirring my kids' imaginations. You can just smell the smoke from their wheels turning. Mikah just loves Christmas. All of the Christmas stories and playful songs. My kids have heard the Christmas story, and have heard the Santa stories.  The one about Jesus, just sticks out more to Mikah, (Sissy is only two, give her a break, haha). He loves hearing about when Jesus was born</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107158899315408955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107158899315408955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/12/childs-play-i-love-stirring-my-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107158769067783814</id><published>2003-12-16T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T17:49:19.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Holidays Everyone!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107158769067783814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107158769067783814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/12/happy-holidays-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107152828911138917</id><published>2003-12-15T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T17:47:12.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yoga for dummiesI was looking in this how to yoga book my sister gave me, and I can't help but ask the question: IS THAT HUMANLY POSSIBLE? Half of the positions in there tie your body in knots, then unroll you like a toilet paper roll.  And I think even some of defies gravity!  Well anyways, I'll be trying some of these stretches, not to get myself stuck so that my kids could take advantage of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107152828911138917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107152828911138917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/12/yoga-for-dummies-i-was-looking-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107152756198793610</id><published>2003-12-15T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T17:33:32.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Going on a trip?I've been doing planning for a trip to Maryland for Christmas. My dad invited the kids and I to go there for a day or two and visit with him. In the past, I have only spent Christmas with that man twice in my whole life. This troubles me still, so I couldn't say no. Scott would be staying here and we would be spending Christmas with each other on a different time. This sucks, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107152756198793610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107152756198793610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/12/going-on-trip-ive-been-doing-planning.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107152688172703459</id><published>2003-12-15T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T17:22:12.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wonderful Land of SwingsI've been having those wonderful mood swings that the tweeky hormones give you. I've never been a good person to mix with hormones. But that's okay. I can deal. I just need to keep my room a peaceful place so I can tuck in and hide when I feel my lid about to blow. I hope that'll work. It'll take some practice. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107152688172703459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107152688172703459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/12/wonderful-land-of-swings-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107138164691733103</id><published>2003-12-14T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T01:02:43.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hear my tears of frustration and saddnessI just got done reading an old blog/comments from my friends Joshua and Kristen, and felt the need to let off some steam. I wish some people would just realize what they are doing! Don't they see the hate and anger they cause when they do these types of things.  This is what I'm talking about if you haven't been before: Protest Gay Day.My brother is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107138164691733103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107138164691733103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/12/hear-my-tears-of-frustration-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107128945663940735</id><published>2003-12-12T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T23:25:04.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HELLO WORLD OUT THERE!First and foremost I want to shout out to all my Texan friends and wish blessing on you all!I'm trying to relax with my mom and brother, but they don't seem to be here right now, so I clumg to the super fast internet to get some things done. YEEHAW!And this how you remind me of what I really am!I love Nickelback. Very nicely done on the thrashing of words to make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107128945663940735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107128945663940735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/12/hello-world-out-there-first-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107120712065014217</id><published>2003-12-12T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T00:32:47.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Needed to changeI had to change these blogging clothes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107120712065014217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107120712065014217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/12/needed-to-change-i-had-to-change-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107117842830083604</id><published>2003-12-11T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T00:20:34.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sicklyWell here I am. Sickly and puny. I think I have the flu. I keep spiking temps. I sit down and I'm freezing and once I stand up I feel like I stepped into a sauna. Yuck.Mikah looks like he feels puny too. He slept in his papa's recliner most of the afternoon. The poor guy. Kiara has been a pill. She's just been from one mood swing to the next. I think she might be running a temp too. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107117842830083604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107117842830083604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/12/sickly-well-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107107936517678475</id><published>2003-12-10T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T00:21:18.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prego Test = +Wow. Weird. Cool. No-----&gt;FREAKING AWESOME!   I was worried when I first saw the signs of pregnancy, but after I talked with someone at the medical office, I felt better. I went with not really the question:  "Am I pregnant again?", cause I already knew. Every symptom was back. No, I went with the question: Am I now at a high risk because it is so close to my last pregnancy? Do I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107107936517678475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107107936517678475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/12/prego-test-freaking-awesome-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-10709417274750253</id><published>2003-12-08T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T00:21:58.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Steps leading where?This here is a step. A step to where........not too sure yet, but I hope its a good one. I've been feeling quite crazy lately and just stuck on dumb. I say things that sound good, but then I question if I belived the words. The more I questioned, the easier it got to just say I didn't care. Anyone who knew me before would know that this is a huge back step. Ever since I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/10709417274750253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/10709417274750253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/12/steps-leading-where-this-here-is-step.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107034863321986281</id><published>2003-12-02T02:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T00:22:43.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>crammedAgain, here we go, but this time all I am about to say is that I'm tired. My brain is over-worked, and I feel as though I have talked too much. What in the world is going on with these people I used to look up to in my 3 year relationship with Christ. Do I really have to be intoxicated to realize that the people I am around don't teach me anything about chritianity, but about the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107034863321986281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107034863321986281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/12/crammed-again-here-we-go-but-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107032670951612595</id><published>2003-12-01T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T19:59:06.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh sucky this day is to be calledEvery little thing builds one right after another. How come this crud is so sticky? My sis is about to leave for Arkansas, and I can't wait! This is what sucks....I'm suppose to be missing her and all, but I can't seem to find those feelings. This type of stuff drives me nuts. I can't even imagine what a christian is sometimes, because once I get on the freakin </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107032670951612595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107032670951612595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/12/oh-sucky-this-day-is-to-be-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107025830685626531</id><published>2003-12-01T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T00:59:37.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ZOOM-ZOOMI think I'm getting sick. This will totally suck due to that I get to watch the kidlings too. Hopefully its just allergies, but I guess I'll find out tomorrow.  I have been really stuck in my head lately, and its starting to drive me crazy. I'm an emotional roller coaster, and it keeps getting harder to shed off my bad moods. This is no good. I hope I can find some kind of clarity </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107025830685626531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107025830685626531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/12/zoom-zoom-i-think-im-getting-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107021659071594882</id><published>2003-11-30T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T00:23:51.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surprise!EXHAUSTED&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Yes that says it all. I had a suprise visit with my father and step mom yesterday and they ended up leaving today.OH DEAR. It was a nice visit, and I enjoyed it, but I now feel better about puching Arkansas aside. We still don't want to totally disregard it, but for the present we don't think thats what needs to be done. I hope fear isn't involved, but right now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107021659071594882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107021659071594882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/11/surpriseyes-that-says-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-107013898666297566</id><published>2003-11-29T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T15:50:21.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Worries: My mother-in-law has been in the hospital the past two days, because she thought she was having a heart attack. Well, they did a heart catheter and found no blockage.  PRAISE BE TO GOD! But there is still an unknown problem, so they are going to try to find out what it is. Please put her in your prayers. I know she's worried like crazy along with the rest of us.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107013898666297566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/107013898666297566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/11/worries-my-mother-in-law-has-been-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-106968891928278155</id><published>2003-11-24T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T00:26:26.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mikah's epiphanyFirst a quick great story that I forgot to put up yesterday. Saturday, we threw a birthday party for my baby girl, Kiara who just turned two on Wednesday. My mom and my mom-in-law both got her the new Care Bears that sing songs and sing with each other when they are close by. If you have been around my daughter she absolutely LOVES Care Bears. The ones she got were both </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/106968891928278155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/106968891928278155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/11/mikahs-epiphany-first-quick-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-106964114228849371</id><published>2003-11-23T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T21:34:57.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scrubba-scrubba---------DID YOU HEAR THAT?I was washing some dishes today, when I put in a cd I created for my own 'female rock vibes/bluesie way to also mellow it out' ,when I heard a song I haven't heard in a long, long time. It was Des'ree. Check out these lyrics. It just fits nicely and is going to be heard more often.Crazy Maze Money don't make my world go round. I'm reaching out to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/106964114228849371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/106964114228849371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/11/scrubba-scrubba-did-you-hear-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-106926965356539259</id><published>2003-11-19T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T14:21:18.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was thinking just a little bit ago about the movie Bandits and also remembering how great the movie was. Twists and turns, and unexpected events it woo's the brain. Throughout the movie you find yourself cheering for the convicts to get away. I guess what I'm really wondering if this allows the world to imprint the opposing thoughts we are trying to avoid. Maybe, maybe not. Mind over matter? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/106926965356539259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/106926965356539259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-was-thinking-just-little-bit-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-106926730190447181</id><published>2003-11-19T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T13:43:11.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIARA!!!!!!!!!My baby is now two and on a potty roll! Last night and today she has been very willing to sit on the potty. This rocks! She is recognizing little bits here and there as to what she needs to do. She even went once yesterday! YOU GO GIRL! We plan to celebrate her birthday this Saturday so that all of the close family people can come together and have fun. This </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/106926730190447181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/106926730190447181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/11/happy-birthday-kiara-my-baby-is-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-106913294988914904</id><published>2003-11-18T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T00:22:53.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I watched my nephew today. So I had a four year old, a three year old, and an almost two year old in the house running around. Talk about an adventure! They were pretty good for me , so I can't complain.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/106913294988914904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/106913294988914904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-watched-my-nephew-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-106904191321168889</id><published>2003-11-16T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T23:05:35.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its things like this story that makes you want to say something.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/106904191321168889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/106904191321168889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/11/its-things-like-this-story-that-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-106904103232778069</id><published>2003-11-16T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T22:50:54.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's with all of the rubbish we create?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/106904103232778069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/106904103232778069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/11/whats-with-all-of-rubbish-we-create.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-106902632939637237</id><published>2003-11-16T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T18:45:51.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three days until Kiara's Birthday! Yes this means more toys,  chocalate cake, and reflection of the past two wonderful years my angel has given us. She's getting more beautiful by the day. I didn't think that was possible! Scott and I already decided that since everyone's getting her presents, we will get Mikah one since they're still young, and this will avoid any arguements and fights. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/106902632939637237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/106902632939637237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/11/three-days-until-kiaras-birthday-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-106902610658850600</id><published>2003-11-16T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T18:46:15.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Looking at the LightI've been researching a side learning thing for medical transcription courses that I can do at home. I believe I would be better off learning at my own pace at home with the kidlings than to go to the building and have more expenses at hand. This is something I could do at home job wise, and make a living as well. Plus we can do it anywhere. If we feel God's tug, we can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/106902610658850600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/106902610658850600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/11/looking-at-light-ive-been-researching.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-106872867626454123</id><published>2003-11-13T08:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T08:05:27.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brand namesTaking pop culture to a new level, some Americans are naming their children after consumer productsBy Gene Edward VeithPeople are starting to name their kids after consumer products. This is very worldly, and I can't say it doesn't surprise me. The possessions of this world I guess have that kind of importance. But I guess I can't say anything. My daughter was named after a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/106872867626454123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/106872867626454123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/11/brand-names-taking-pop-culture-to-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727272.post-106865095829702389</id><published>2003-11-12T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T10:29:15.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drained. Will a part time job cure this? Exhausted. I still don't know what from.Broken. Only God can fix this one.Sensitive. Where did that come from?Worthless? No, but feels as such.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/106865095829702389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727272/posts/default/106865095829702389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebittybabies.blogspot.com/2003/11/drained.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiwi's Hippie Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08547704248257429719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFI10vmyguQ/SP4uzE3JRvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_AagAmo_-Lo/S220/heather.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
