<?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-6091866649109757501</id><updated>2011-12-22T14:43:38.408-08:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='childhood'/><category term='Summer'/><category term='animals'/><category term='San Antonio'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Coogee'/><category term='Lighthouse'/><category term='Matkin'/><category term='Rocky'/><category term='Sydney'/><category term='Miriam'/><category term='Bondi Walks'/><category term='Fort Worth'/><category term='House'/><category term='BYU'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='Train'/><category term='Australia'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Siblings'/><category term='ffRecipe'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='cake'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Joe-ism'/><category term='Pregnancy'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Bargains'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Food Storage'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Dog'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Tandem'/><category term='bLINDNESS'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Penny'/><category term='Florida'/><category term='Beach'/><category term='Louise'/><category term='Values'/><category term='pARENTING'/><category term='Sleep'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='aRTICLES'/><category term='Recipe'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Prager'/><category term='Cookies'/><category term='First'/><title type='text'>Louise's Blogabout</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-181178681160834375</id><published>2011-12-08T18:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T18:55:51.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!</title><content type='html'>Today I had to confuscate skewers and matches from my&lt;br&gt;two-year-old--The new hiding place should keep her at bay for at least&lt;br&gt;a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-181178681160834375?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/181178681160834375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/181178681160834375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/181178681160834375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='!!'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-1432899695369420915</id><published>2011-12-01T19:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T19:31:23.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two and Two Together</title><content type='html'>I now have a two-year-old and a two-month-old. Phew—I made it past the&lt;br&gt;toughest stage now that my newborn is not quite so newborn anymore.&lt;p&gt;Here&amp;#39;s the bad news for anyone who hasn&amp;#39;t had a newborn—For the first&lt;br&gt;few weeks she was nocturnal; She would cry until 1am and then wake up&lt;br&gt;every two hours thereafter and would finally conk out when the alarm&lt;br&gt;clock went off at 6am. For a couple of nights she even screamed until&lt;br&gt;2am, by which time I fell asleep sitting up on the couch with her.&lt;br&gt;Then she woke again at 4am and before she was finished feeding, Miriam&lt;br&gt;was up and ready to play at 4:30am on account of the change from&lt;br&gt;daylight savings and having a cold that gave her fitful sleep.&lt;br&gt;Needless to say, those several days in a row were a bit of a misery.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m pleased to now say that Caitlin goes to bed at around 11pm and&lt;br&gt;wakes at 6am with just one 45 minute or less dinner/diaper break at&lt;br&gt;around 3am. There&amp;#39;s hope in the world! I will mention though, that the&lt;br&gt;night before last, I woke up in the middle of the night to find myself&lt;br&gt;sitting cross-legged in the middle of the livingroom floor with a baby&lt;br&gt;sound asleep on my lap. I have no idea what I was doing there, how I&lt;br&gt;was asleep at all in that position,  and there&amp;#39;s no telling how long I&lt;br&gt;had been there. *Cue the strange music*  Weird. I&amp;#39;ve never been known&lt;br&gt;to sleep walk.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m glad to generally be getting more sleep now and I&amp;#39;m beginning to&lt;br&gt;settle into motherhood 2.0. The latest news is:&lt;p&gt;*Miriam can now count to twelve. She busted out with it one day after&lt;br&gt;having previously counted only to three.&lt;br&gt;*Miriam was overheard counting out ten bottle caps in Spanish over&lt;br&gt;Thanksgiving break.&lt;br&gt;*Miriam is a mad fanatic of the TV show Dora the Explorer (which&lt;br&gt;accounts for the above statement)&lt;br&gt;*Miriam has always been affectionate in giving hugs, but now that&lt;br&gt;Caitlin is here, she suddenly started giving kisses.&lt;br&gt;[You&amp;#39;ve already heard a lot about Caitlin, so here&amp;#39;s just one more]&lt;br&gt;*Caitlin weighed in at 11.0 pounds today at her doctor visit and is&lt;br&gt;60th percentile for weight and 75th percentile for height.&lt;p&gt;Will update again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-1432899695369420915?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/1432899695369420915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/12/two-and-two-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1432899695369420915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1432899695369420915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/12/two-and-two-together.html' title='Two and Two Together'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-8705539688622473335</id><published>2011-11-13T16:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T16:56:31.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family History Snippets</title><content type='html'>When Mum came to visit after Caitlin was born, some snippets of her&lt;br&gt;history came up in conversation such as:&lt;p&gt;*When Mum and Dad were married in the church (as was the law of the&lt;br&gt;time before being sealed in the Aukland, New Zealand temple), Mum&lt;br&gt;walked down the aisle to the organ accompaniment of God of Our Fathers&lt;br&gt;Whose Almighty Hand. She chose this piece because she thought it&lt;br&gt;sounded good on a pipe organ on account of the fanfare.&lt;br&gt;*When she was seven years old and was living in Woolongong, New South&lt;br&gt;Wales. The boy she sat next to in school asked her which church she&lt;br&gt;belonged to; she said she didn&amp;#39;t really belong to any but she knew her&lt;br&gt;mother was a Latter-day Saint and &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;d never heard of that&amp;quot; , but&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;since my friend was Scottish and was a Presbyterian, then I presumed&lt;br&gt;that my dad must be that also since he was Scottish, so I started to&lt;br&gt;go to Presbyterian Sunday-school.&amp;quot; which she did up until she joined&lt;br&gt;the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints when she was thirteen.&lt;br&gt;*Mum&amp;#39;s mother, Edna Flick, was baptized when she was eight years old&lt;br&gt;by Marion G. Romney in Cockle Creek, Newcastle, Australia. It was a&lt;br&gt;time when the church was extremely small in Australia and her mother,&lt;br&gt;Clara Livinia Brown Flick, was a widow with five children to raise on&lt;br&gt;her own since her husband, Edward Albert Flick had died early of&lt;br&gt;pneumonia. Clara would walk with her children many miles to attend&lt;br&gt;church. The majority of the members had moved down to Sydney to be at&lt;br&gt;the center of the church, but Clara could not afford to move. As a&lt;br&gt;consequence, all of Clara&amp;#39;s children married outside of the church. So&lt;br&gt;it wasn&amp;#39;t until my mum, Julie was thirteen that her mother was&lt;br&gt;desiring to find the church again, and as it happened, the&lt;br&gt;missionaries knocked on the door. My mum, Julie, was not interested&lt;br&gt;initially, but was &amp;quot;taken in by the young missionaries&amp;quot; and began&lt;br&gt;listening to the discussions and learned that it was true. Mum was&lt;br&gt;baptized December 10, 1961. Her dad and brother never joined, but &amp;quot;Dad&lt;br&gt;was always supportive and took me to all of my church activities.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*When she was fifteen, Mum helped build the Wollongong, NSW chapel;&lt;br&gt;She would catch the bus after school and walk up the hill to the&lt;br&gt;chapel site where she did everything from stacking cement bricks,&lt;br&gt;mixing  cement, creosoting floor joists, rubbing down walls, sticking&lt;br&gt;down roof shingles etc. She did over 1000 hours (perhaps more than any&lt;br&gt;of the youth).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-8705539688622473335?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/8705539688622473335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/11/family-history-snippets.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/8705539688622473335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/8705539688622473335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/11/family-history-snippets.html' title='Family History Snippets'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-8500377693853216660</id><published>2011-10-16T12:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T12:20:39.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lowly Request</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m now a mother to a two-year-old and a two-week-old; please pray for me.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m very happy and decidedly blessed, but typically tired and&lt;br&gt;sometimes stressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-8500377693853216660?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/8500377693853216660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/10/lowly-request.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/8500377693853216660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/8500377693853216660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/10/lowly-request.html' title='Lowly Request'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-3152923724914949811</id><published>2011-09-02T15:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T15:18:36.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuckles</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m the music leader at church. I was just choosing some hymns when I&lt;br&gt;noticed that I had listed for next Sunday &amp;quot;Sweet is the Peach the&lt;br&gt;Gospel Brings&amp;quot;. I meant to write &amp;quot;Peace&amp;quot;.... Classic typo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-3152923724914949811?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/3152923724914949811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/09/chuckles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/3152923724914949811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/3152923724914949811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/09/chuckles.html' title='Chuckles'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-4637851686480135716</id><published>2011-09-02T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T13:56:49.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Friends</title><content type='html'>The following names should be recorded in heaven:&lt;br&gt;*Sharlyn Richardson (for taking Miriam out for a walk while I made an&lt;br&gt;important phonecall to my boss)&lt;br&gt;*Celia Purcell (for dropping me off at my appointment downtown and&lt;br&gt;taking Miriam with her to the grocery store)&lt;br&gt;*Jennifer Linford (for keeping me company at the pool and sending her&lt;br&gt;girls to chase Miriam so that I didn&amp;#39;t have to)&lt;br&gt;*Maria Ramsey and Karen Bell (for being totally awesome and stylish&lt;br&gt;friends who helped me get a dress to wear to a black tie dinner when&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll be 38 weeks pregnant--a task I thought impossible, but they&lt;br&gt;worked a miracle and should now be sainted)&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was a day to remember. I&amp;#39;m so blessed. I hope I have the&lt;br&gt;chance to return some of these favors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-4637851686480135716?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/4637851686480135716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/09/angel-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4637851686480135716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4637851686480135716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/09/angel-friends.html' title='Angel Friends'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-962071697564392527</id><published>2011-07-17T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T09:13:49.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Minute Vacation</title><content type='html'>Miriam is napping. I have my feet up and I just ate a slice of&lt;br&gt;Hawaiian pizza and now I&amp;#39;m following it up with a pina colada&lt;br&gt;popcicle. This is the life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-962071697564392527?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/962071697564392527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/07/15-minute-vacation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/962071697564392527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/962071697564392527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/07/15-minute-vacation.html' title='15 Minute Vacation'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-3252593699009633065</id><published>2011-06-13T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T10:11:42.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle</title><content type='html'>Joe caught a turtle on our bike ride this morning! It was about the&lt;br&gt;size of a dinner plate and was up from the river sunning itself on the&lt;br&gt;bike path. It turns out that turtles can scuttle along surprisingly&lt;br&gt;fast, but Joe did catch it and it promptly displayed its dismay by&lt;br&gt;peeing all over. Poor turtle, but we all three got to check it out&lt;br&gt;before sending it back on its way. The bike path was never a good&lt;br&gt;place for a turtle I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-3252593699009633065?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/3252593699009633065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/06/turtle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/3252593699009633065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/3252593699009633065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/06/turtle.html' title='Turtle'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-7588621435963023762</id><published>2011-05-02T13:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T13:46:20.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink or Blue??</title><content type='html'>PINK!&lt;p&gt;Baby #2 is another little girl! She was looking great in the sonogram&lt;br&gt;this morning and we&amp;#39;re looking forward to her arrival around October&lt;br&gt;1st.Miriam&amp;#39;s birthday is October 7th and mine is the 8th, so we&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;bound to have many fun girly birthday parties in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-7588621435963023762?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/7588621435963023762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/05/pink-or-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/7588621435963023762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/7588621435963023762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/05/pink-or-blue.html' title='Pink or Blue??'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-6153026178964405064</id><published>2011-04-25T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T11:07:42.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miriam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fort Worth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Easter Egg Hunt 2011</title><content type='html'>Some friends of ours, the Plummers, own a horse ranch here in Fort Worth. Incidentally, they also own a ranch in Tamworth, the little rural town in Australia where I grew up. (I was sure surprised when I found that out!) Anyway, we were lucky enough to be invited to an Easter egg hunt at their place last Saturday. It was Miriam's first egg hunt and she seemed to enjoy it. I think the part she liked best was chasing all the other kids as they ran down the hill when they started the hunt. She squealed all the way. She liked finding the surprises in the eggs too, and the ducks and geese in the pond, and exploring with her friends. Here are a few pictures:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E8mIUDCANL4/TbW0pDwV24I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vDsYBTEb0F4/s1600/Easter%2BEgg%2BHunt%2B2011b%2BMiriam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599580329180781442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E8mIUDCANL4/TbW0pDwV24I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vDsYBTEb0F4/s320/Easter%2BEgg%2BHunt%2B2011b%2BMiriam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Miriam clutching one of her prized finds.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0JsF7kJtqDY/TbW0IEcuiTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/XIg_JgIRa58/s1600/Easter%2BEgg%2BHunt%2B2011%2BMiriam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599579762431265074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0JsF7kJtqDY/TbW0IEcuiTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/XIg_JgIRa58/s320/Easter%2BEgg%2BHunt%2B2011%2BMiriam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miriam and her little buddies, Austin and Miles, playing in the Barbie car--"Who's got the keys?"&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJOxHIqd9Cg/TbWyvPIrK3I/AAAAAAAAAWA/iqx1M14n-3I/s1600/Miriam%2BEaster%2BEgg%2BHunt-2%2BBarbie%2BCar%2Bwith%2BAustin%2Band%2BMiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599578236291591026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJOxHIqd9Cg/TbWyvPIrK3I/AAAAAAAAAWA/iqx1M14n-3I/s320/Miriam%2BEaster%2BEgg%2BHunt-2%2BBarbie%2BCar%2Bwith%2BAustin%2Band%2BMiles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-6153026178964405064?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/6153026178964405064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-egg-hunt-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/6153026178964405064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/6153026178964405064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-egg-hunt-2011.html' title='Easter Egg Hunt 2011'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E8mIUDCANL4/TbW0pDwV24I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vDsYBTEb0F4/s72-c/Easter%2BEgg%2BHunt%2B2011b%2BMiriam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-536988234769978421</id><published>2011-04-20T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T12:26:22.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Rest, No Peace...</title><content type='html'>Joe just posted this to facebook 04/20/2011:&lt;p&gt;Miriam has figured out how to climb on the couch, our computer desks,&lt;br&gt;out of her crib, on top of the kitchen table, and on our bed. We were&lt;br&gt;astonished Sunday when she woke us up (we didn&amp;#39;t close our bedroom&lt;br&gt;door), and last night when she walked out of her bedroom after having&lt;br&gt;been put to bed. Couple that with her new-found stubborness and things&lt;br&gt;get a little more interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-536988234769978421?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/536988234769978421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-rest-no-peace.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/536988234769978421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/536988234769978421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-rest-no-peace.html' title='No Rest, No Peace...'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-5421770842540416353</id><published>2011-04-19T15:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:31:55.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years in the USA</title><content type='html'>Today, April 19, 2011 marks ten years since I arrived in the USA.&lt;p&gt;Book of Mormon, 2 Nephi 1:5-7&lt;p&gt;5 ...we have obtained a land of promise, a land which is choice above&lt;br&gt;all other lands; a land which the Lord God hath covenanted with me&lt;br&gt;should be a land for the inheritance of my seed. Yea, the Lord hath&lt;br&gt;covenanted this land unto me, and to my children forever, and also all&lt;br&gt;those who should be led out of other countries by the hand of the&lt;br&gt;Lord.&lt;br&gt;6 Wherefore, I, Lehi, prophesy according to the workings of the Spirit&lt;br&gt;which is in me, that there shall none come into this land save they&lt;br&gt;shall be brought by the hand of the Lord.&lt;br&gt; 7 Wherefore, this land is consecrated unto him whom he shall bring.&lt;br&gt;And if it so be that they shall serve him according to the&lt;br&gt;commandments which he hath given, it shall be a land of liberty unto&lt;br&gt;them; wherefore, they shall never be brought down into captivity; if&lt;br&gt;so, it shall be because of iniquity; for if iniquity shall abound&lt;br&gt;cursed shall be the land for their sakes, but unto the righteous it&lt;br&gt;shall be blessed forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-5421770842540416353?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/5421770842540416353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/04/10-years-in-usa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/5421770842540416353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/5421770842540416353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/04/10-years-in-usa.html' title='10 years in the USA'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-5848509777751332132</id><published>2011-03-10T18:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T18:50:41.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who climbed out of her crib today?</title><content type='html'>You guessed it. Miriam is developing some gymnastic ability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-5848509777751332132?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/5848509777751332132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/03/guess-who-climbed-out-of-her-crib-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/5848509777751332132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/5848509777751332132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/03/guess-who-climbed-out-of-her-crib-today.html' title='Guess who climbed out of her crib today?'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-8743330146106773510</id><published>2011-03-04T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T12:40:01.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Antics</title><content type='html'>I left the room for three minutes to check my email. Upon my return I&lt;br&gt;found Miriam (17 months) sitting on the livingroom floor along with&lt;br&gt;the partial contents of a bag of sugar.&lt;p&gt;A couple of weeks ago I found her on the kitchen floor pouring a&lt;br&gt;bottle of dishsoap into her lap.&lt;p&gt;I keep finding random objects in unusual places, like a bag of rice in&lt;br&gt;my suitcase when I was unpacking from our last trip.&lt;p&gt;On the other hand, she&amp;#39;s getting to be helpful too, like picking up&lt;br&gt;the junkmail catalogs and delivering them one by one into the trash.&lt;p&gt;She&amp;#39;s also learning the Heads Shoulders Knees and Toes song. So far&lt;br&gt;she&amp;#39;s got the &amp;quot;heads&amp;quot; and the &amp;quot;clap hands&amp;quot; parts down.&lt;p&gt;She still gives nice hugs, so if you visit, you might get lucky enough&lt;br&gt;to receive one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-8743330146106773510?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/8743330146106773510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/03/toddler-antics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/8743330146106773510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/8743330146106773510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/03/toddler-antics.html' title='Toddler Antics'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-3584099374462189675</id><published>2011-01-26T15:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T15:06:35.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Duo</title><content type='html'>Miriam has a little boyfriend whose hand she grabbed hold of during&lt;br&gt;sundayschool and took him for a romp. His name is Miles. He brought&lt;br&gt;his mommy over for a playdate last week as well and we discovered they&lt;br&gt;like the same toys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-3584099374462189675?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/3584099374462189675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-duo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/3584099374462189675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/3584099374462189675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-duo.html' title='Baby Duo'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-1267090928062338632</id><published>2011-01-21T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T09:20:44.051-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miriam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tandem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lighthouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matkin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Pictures of a Florida Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>Louise making her first assessment of the Florida gulf coast beaches--Not too bad! The white sand is definitely a plus. Even on a wintery day it was tempting although thoughts of gators crossed my mind too...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TTm-ECoKJcI/AAAAAAAAAVg/avZZg_H9Gpo/s1600/Florida%2BBeach%2BLouise%2BDec%2B2010.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564687791227020738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TTm-ECoKJcI/AAAAAAAAAVg/avZZg_H9Gpo/s320/Florida%2BBeach%2BLouise%2BDec%2B2010.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miriam on an exploratory mission in her winter woolies.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TTm9Uyuy2qI/AAAAAAAAAVY/UANEAj_CH24/s1600/Cane%2BPic%2BMom%2Band%2BMiriam%2BDec%2B2010%2BFlorida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564686979506035362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TTm9Uyuy2qI/AAAAAAAAAVY/UANEAj_CH24/s320/Cane%2BPic%2BMom%2Band%2BMiriam%2BDec%2B2010%2BFlorida.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family picture in front of the St. Marks Lighthouse on the Florida gulf coast. It was the coldest Florida winter in many years.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TTm8TRhEkTI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/n4uyCsokBSk/s1600/Lighthouse%2BSt%2BMarks%2BFlorida%2BDec%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564685853898608946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TTm8TRhEkTI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/n4uyCsokBSk/s320/Lighthouse%2BSt%2BMarks%2BFlorida%2BDec%2B2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miriam on Daddy's lap.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TTm7x7i0caI/AAAAAAAAAVI/nksDOJuSRZY/s1600/Miriam%2Band%2BDaddy%2BDec%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564685281064677794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TTm7x7i0caI/AAAAAAAAAVI/nksDOJuSRZY/s320/Miriam%2Band%2BDaddy%2BDec%2B2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miriam playing with her new friend, the neighbor's doggy under the Christmas tree.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TTm6zYgdpcI/AAAAAAAAAVA/UK8olj2qQ4s/s1600/Miriam%2Band%2BDoggy%2BChristmas%2B2010%2BFlorida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564684206507664834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TTm6zYgdpcI/AAAAAAAAAVA/UK8olj2qQ4s/s320/Miriam%2Band%2BDoggy%2BChristmas%2B2010%2BFlorida.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matkin cousins with Miriam playing chess.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TTm56o-XTBI/AAAAAAAAAU4/LvQtoBURQq0/s1600/Matkins%2Bwith%2BMiriam%2BChristmas%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564683231675501586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TTm56o-XTBI/AAAAAAAAAU4/LvQtoBURQq0/s320/Matkins%2Bwith%2BMiriam%2BChristmas%2B2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-1267090928062338632?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/1267090928062338632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/01/pictures-of-florida-christmas-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1267090928062338632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1267090928062338632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/01/pictures-of-florida-christmas-2010.html' title='Pictures of a Florida Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TTm-ECoKJcI/AAAAAAAAAVg/avZZg_H9Gpo/s72-c/Florida%2BBeach%2BLouise%2BDec%2B2010.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-4572961990925130312</id><published>2011-01-20T21:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T08:48:06.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales of a Florida Christmas – Part Two: Old McDonald had a Farm and a new oven</title><content type='html'>It was a miracle that Miriam was so good throughout the drive from&lt;br /&gt;Fort Worth to Tallahassee (about 14 hours across Louisiana,&lt;br /&gt;Mississippi, and Alabama). The highlight of the trip (Joe and I agree)&lt;br /&gt;was just spending time with Alyson and the family, but we had several&lt;br /&gt;fun adventures meanwhile. You've already read our best biking story,&lt;br /&gt;but we also took a few more bike trips to Tom Brown Park as well as a&lt;br /&gt;memorable bike date that Joe and I took alone from Tallahassee to St.&lt;br /&gt;Marks. That one was forty miles round trip with a stopoff in St. Marks&lt;br /&gt;township for some famous fish burgers. We also took a drive to St. Marks on a different day to visit the lighthouse and the gulf beaches. &lt;p&gt;Alyson cooked us up some tasty food while we were visiting,&lt;br /&gt;notwithstanding that her oven was out of commission for most of the&lt;br /&gt;time. In fact, Alyson had a near miss when an electrical surge and&lt;br /&gt;fire instantaneously burned a hole clear through her new steel pot! No&lt;br /&gt;more pot and no more stove, but thankfully Alyson escaped the blast&lt;br /&gt;unscathed. &lt;p&gt;That was the lowlight, now for the highlight: &lt;p&gt;I think Miriam's highlight was firstly having three cousins to play&lt;br /&gt;with and not least (I'm certain), playing with the schnouzer they were&lt;br /&gt;dog-sitting for the holidays. That girl loves dogs. Miriam's first&lt;br /&gt;words are "mama", "dada", "nana" (for banana and most anything&lt;br /&gt;food-related) "night-night", and "didi"—her closest approximation to&lt;br /&gt;doggy. She also has her own high pitched squeaky version of "woof&lt;br /&gt;woof" too. She understands most things though and has begun following&lt;br /&gt;directions like "Put it in the trash" or "Go get your ball." While I'm&lt;br /&gt;on the topic of Miriam, her current most endearing qualities are that&lt;br /&gt;she frequently gives hugs and pats on the back or comes and sits on my&lt;br /&gt;lap. &lt;p&gt;So, now that you've read all that cutesy stuff, let me also say that&lt;br /&gt;in Florida we saw alligators! We also saw manatees; For those among my&lt;br /&gt;reading audience who are as uninformed about these things as I was&lt;br /&gt;heretofore, manatees are large seal-looking creatures with flat&lt;br /&gt;beaver-like tails and they bob around in the Florida waterways in the&lt;br /&gt;winter time. The manatees were our most exotic animal sighting. &lt;p&gt;We also encountered a couple of fat cats at a New Year's Eve party at&lt;br /&gt;a friend's house and some very tame speckled chickens at a neighbor's&lt;br /&gt;house. For the record, you might also enjoy reading the following true&lt;br /&gt;story: My brother, Dean owned some Chinese silky chickens once… A&lt;br /&gt;python slithered into the hen house, swallowed Henny Penny and was&lt;br /&gt;then too fat to slip back out of the chicken coop, so that's how the&lt;br /&gt;culprate was caught—Don't ask me what they did with him. &lt;p&gt;No pythons spotted on this trip though. However, we did see a couple&lt;br /&gt;of movies in the dollar theatre (which is really a three dollar&lt;br /&gt;theatre): Despicable Me and Mega Mind. Both were good. I liked&lt;br /&gt;Despicable Me best because the characters were endearing. I'd like to&lt;br /&gt;go buy the classic book The Three Kittens which the old crotchety guy&lt;br /&gt;reads to the orphan girls in one of the movie's best scenes. &lt;p&gt;Alyson and I also had several fun nights staying up to watch her&lt;br /&gt;favorite movie, Wives and Daughters. FYI, any of you Pride and&lt;br /&gt;Prejudice fans out there, Wives and Daughters is a must see movie&lt;br /&gt;based on a book by Elizabeth Gaskell and I dare you to watch it and&lt;br /&gt;not agree that it's even better than P&amp;amp;P. I'm currently reading North&lt;br /&gt;and South, another Gaskell book. &lt;p&gt;Joe and his nephews had some daily boy time playing Wii games plus a&lt;br /&gt;couple of trips to the laser tag place. Thus, fun was had by all. &lt;p&gt;Thanks Matkins for a wonderful visit and vacation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-4572961990925130312?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/4572961990925130312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/01/tales-of-florida-christmas-part-two-old.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4572961990925130312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4572961990925130312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/01/tales-of-florida-christmas-part-two-old.html' title='Tales of a Florida Christmas – Part Two: Old McDonald had a Farm and a new oven'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-1968734759275533128</id><published>2011-01-20T13:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T08:49:47.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales of a Florida Christmas - Part One: Bike Blooper</title><content type='html'>Cruising along down a Tallahassee back street, we were out for a&lt;br /&gt;family bike ride. Joe and I led the way on our tandem pulling Miriam&lt;br /&gt;and Molly in the trailer followed by Samuel, Atticus, and Joe's&lt;br /&gt;sister, Alyson. We were having a great ol' time. &lt;p&gt;All I heard was "oh no" closely followed by a whooshhhhhh…. &lt;p&gt;And there we were with our tires myered in wet cement. &lt;p&gt;[pause for your reaction] &lt;p&gt;I thought we were about to be yelled at, but off yonder a workman&lt;br /&gt;called out "Now that's something you'd only see on television!" I'm&lt;br /&gt;glad he was apparently in the Christmas spirit as he helped us hose&lt;br /&gt;off the tandem tires before we rode off and he and his buddies got to&lt;br /&gt;resurface the cement. &lt;p&gt;What a crack up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-1968734759275533128?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/1968734759275533128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/01/tales-of-florida-christmas-part-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1968734759275533128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1968734759275533128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2011/01/tales-of-florida-christmas-part-one.html' title='Tales of a Florida Christmas - Part One: Bike Blooper'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-5523112706218933814</id><published>2010-11-09T18:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T18:46:10.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend for the Blog</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was fun-packed. Geneal and Russ came from Utah to visit&lt;br&gt;with their youngest son, Aaron (two and a half years old). Russ was&lt;br&gt;here for a medical conference, but Geneal and Aaron were free to play&lt;br&gt;all weekend long, so that&amp;#39;s what we did. Here&amp;#39;s the lineup of&lt;br&gt;activities:&lt;p&gt;*Thursday night went out for Kincades hamburgers, a famous local spot.&lt;br&gt;*Friday our Aussie friend, Sandra (Donaldson) Johnstun came over from&lt;br&gt;Plano and we spent the majority of the day wandering the Botanic&lt;br&gt;Gardens, including eating lunch at the garden restaurant and enjoying&lt;br&gt;the beautiful weather. (Lunch was ideal since we ate out on the patio&lt;br&gt;where the kids could still run around).&lt;br&gt;*Friday evening Geneal and co. went to Sandra&amp;#39;s house in Plano while I&lt;br&gt;had an evening at home reading. (Joe was in San Antonio that day&lt;br&gt;giving his grueling yearly presentation to his PH.D. board).&lt;br&gt;*Saturday morning was the most fun—Joe drove back early and we took&lt;br&gt;Geneal on a tandem bike ride to Trinity park where Aaron and Miriam&lt;br&gt;fed the ducks and played at the playground and we had a Subway&lt;br&gt;sandwich picnic (courtesy of Joe the delivery man) before riding back.&lt;br&gt;*Saturday afternoon at the stockyards, watched the longhorn parade,&lt;br&gt;heard some bluegrass music, and bought some original Dr. Pepper&lt;br&gt;drinks.&lt;br&gt;*Saturday night: Risky&amp;#39;s Barbecue for dinner and Joe was nice enough&lt;br&gt;to watch the kids while Geneal and I went on a shopping spree. I&lt;br&gt;bought some Christmas presents, some new shoes, a new workout shirt,&lt;br&gt;and Miriam&amp;#39;s next year Halloween costume at 75% off! (a doggy costume&lt;br&gt;for a whopping $3.75)&lt;br&gt;*Sunday went to church in the morning and to the Water Gardens in the&lt;br&gt;afternoon before the Utah folks headed home.&lt;p&gt;One additional thing to note is that Aaron was a good boy and very&lt;br&gt;nice to Miriam all weekend, even when crammed like two little sardines&lt;br&gt;in the bhike trailer. He even picked out a balloon for her and&lt;br&gt;insisted that it be pink. I think he got a little jealous of her at&lt;br&gt;church, but managed to contain himself. I&amp;#39;m very proud of him. I knew&lt;br&gt;they&amp;#39;d be friends some day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-5523112706218933814?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/5523112706218933814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/11/weekend-for-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/5523112706218933814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/5523112706218933814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/11/weekend-for-blog.html' title='A Weekend for the Blog'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-767003458376808511</id><published>2010-10-25T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T20:29:40.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;d love to scrap my plans for tomorrow and instead hop a plane to NYC&lt;br&gt;and go tandem biking in Central Park. I got the idea earlier today&lt;br&gt;when I read Kristen&amp;#39;s blog about her last visit to New York. The funny&lt;br&gt;thing is, after thinking this earlier today, I came across a New York&lt;br&gt;Times article tonight about a tandem bike relay in NYC that&amp;#39;s going on&lt;br&gt;some time this week. I must not be the only one with this thought this&lt;br&gt;week.&lt;p&gt;Update on our cycling: We get out at least four times a week for an&lt;br&gt;hour or so, (except on Saturdays when it&amp;#39;s usually longer.). We go&lt;br&gt;anywhere from 15 to 25 miles roundtrip. I don&amp;#39;t think I&amp;#39;ve been this&lt;br&gt;well exercised in my life, or at least not for quite a while. That&lt;br&gt;bike&amp;#39;s a great workout. The trail is really beautiful too, and on our&lt;br&gt;evening rides, we watch the sun go down as it reflects off the river.&lt;br&gt;There&amp;#39;s also a spot along the river that I&amp;#39;ve come to think of like&lt;br&gt;the ocean. The trail is closer to the river at that point, just&lt;br&gt;outside Trinity park, and there&amp;#39;s a silver guardrail that&amp;#39;s much like&lt;br&gt;one you&amp;#39;d find at a harbour prominade. The air just seems cooler and&lt;br&gt;saltier there too, although the saltier part might just be my&lt;br&gt;imagining. I always feel like I&amp;#39;m a tourist in a coastal town when I&lt;br&gt;pass through there. biking outdoors is so much better than a stinky&lt;br&gt;gym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-767003458376808511?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/767003458376808511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wish.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/767003458376808511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/767003458376808511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wish.html' title='I Wish'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-1759975449723613580</id><published>2010-10-25T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T13:53:08.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miriam Update</title><content type='html'>Miriam had a birthday and all of a sudden she turned into a toddler.&lt;br&gt;Now all her mischief occurs at twice the speed. She walks half a dozen&lt;br&gt;steps before deciding that crawling is faster for now, but it&amp;#39;s her&lt;br&gt;dexterous little paws that get themselves into trouble; I think it&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;time to reorganize the kitchen because not only is she dragging out&lt;br&gt;every piece of Tupperware and every pot or pan she can get her mitts&lt;br&gt;on, now she&amp;#39;s turned to removing each bag from the Ziploc box and&lt;br&gt;spreading them across the floor. All this happens in the time it takes&lt;br&gt;to switch a load of laundry. Also, the dishwasher is still her&lt;br&gt;favorite place, only now she can open it herself if it&amp;#39;s unlocked,&lt;br&gt;stand up on the door and reach in to grab any sharp items from the top&lt;br&gt;shelf—the little monkey.&lt;p&gt;She&amp;#39;s a book worm. By that I mean she not only enjoys having books&lt;br&gt;read to her, she also enjoys munching the leafy pages like a&lt;br&gt;caterpillar. I thought board books were supposed to be somewhat&lt;br&gt;resistant to this behavior--alas. She has about eight teeth still,&lt;br&gt;although, come to think of it I haven&amp;#39;t checked in a while. Other than&lt;br&gt;trying to eat books when we&amp;#39;re not looking, she also prefers eating&lt;br&gt;whatever we&amp;#39;re eating, so we won&amp;#39;t be buying any more baby food.&lt;p&gt;The good news is that she sleeps better at night, usually from about&lt;br&gt;7:30pm to 7:30am with a feeding at around 5am then right back to&lt;br&gt;sleep. She takes two two-hour naps during the day.&lt;p&gt;She loves coming on bike rides with us. She often climbs into her&lt;br&gt;carseat several times a day and looks at me like &amp;quot;So, when are we&lt;br&gt;going?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The best part is that she gives great hugs. She&amp;#39;s a cuddle bug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-1759975449723613580?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/1759975449723613580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/10/miriam-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1759975449723613580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1759975449723613580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/10/miriam-update.html' title='Miriam Update'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-1081583803399388649</id><published>2010-10-14T12:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T12:00:12.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miriam's Binky Stash</title><content type='html'>Miriam currently has three binkies in circulation. All three were&lt;br&gt;missing this morning. Apparently Miriam knew where she was stashing&lt;br&gt;them though because in the past half an hour she&amp;#39;s located two out of&lt;br&gt;the three. She found one in the pantry and I took it for safekeeping.&lt;br&gt;Then she found another hiding in my bottom drawer. I suppose I should&lt;br&gt;take that one for safekeeping too, ensuring that she&amp;#39;ll find me the&lt;br&gt;third.&lt;p&gt;The funny part is that I would notice a sucking noise behind me and&lt;br&gt;turn around to find Miriam looking at me with a cheeky grin behind her&lt;br&gt;binky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-1081583803399388649?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/1081583803399388649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/10/miriams-binky-stash.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1081583803399388649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1081583803399388649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/10/miriams-binky-stash.html' title='Miriam&apos;s Binky Stash'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-2837046042767068716</id><published>2010-10-07T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T20:38:22.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday--Now Hold Still</title><content type='html'>Poor Miriam was a human pincushion today. For her twelve month doctor&lt;br&gt;appointment the nurse gave her FIVE immunizations plus she had to have&lt;br&gt;blood drawn from her little arm. Poor Miriam. Worst birthday present&lt;br&gt;ever… We&amp;#39;ll have to make it up to her. She was a trooper though.&lt;p&gt;She weighed in at just under 19 pounds and is 20th percentile in&lt;br&gt;weight and height, but 60th in head circumference. Gotta fit those&lt;br&gt;brains somewhere right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-2837046042767068716?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/2837046042767068716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-now-hold-still.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/2837046042767068716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/2837046042767068716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-now-hold-still.html' title='Happy Birthday--Now Hold Still'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-743964959508004498</id><published>2010-10-01T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T21:33:33.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Steps</title><content type='html'>Miriam took her first steps on her own today. She just decided it was time. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-743964959508004498?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/743964959508004498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-steps.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/743964959508004498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/743964959508004498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-steps.html' title='First Steps'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-1024173919200264124</id><published>2010-09-29T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T19:58:37.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FLY</title><content type='html'>Joe arrived home this evening after a solo bike ride on his speedy&lt;br&gt;road bike and was commenting on how many bugs he swallowed. (Yuck!)&lt;br&gt;Sadly, that&amp;#39;s what happens by the river at dusk. As he was heading&lt;br&gt;towards the shower he said, &amp;quot;Man--I was flying!&amp;quot; to which I replied&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You are what you eat.&amp;quot; HA&lt;p&gt;Speaking of flying... Several weeks ago I started working on the FLY program:&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flylady.net"&gt;www.flylady.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basicly, it&amp;#39;s a free website that helps people organize and clean&lt;br&gt;their homes. I can&amp;#39;t say that I&amp;#39;ve been religiously following the&lt;br&gt;program, but I can say that I&amp;#39;m doing much better by at least keeping&lt;br&gt;a few rules like getting dressed first thing in the morning, not&lt;br&gt;leaving dishes in the sink when I go to bed, spending at least fifteen&lt;br&gt;minutes a day clearing up clutter, and picking certain days for&lt;br&gt;certain chores so they actually get done.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve found it to be a great place to start organizing my life when I&lt;br&gt;previously felt clueless about where to start. The trick now will be&lt;br&gt;to incorporate more steps into my daily/weekly/monthly plan of action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-1024173919200264124?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/1024173919200264124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/09/fly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1024173919200264124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1024173919200264124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/09/fly.html' title='FLY'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-4224447605163546302</id><published>2010-09-28T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T07:13:24.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rocky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miriam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Antonio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louise'/><title type='text'>Pictures from the Early B-day Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TKH1r8Y1tuI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oIxnbSxYLY8/s1600/Miriam%27s+First+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521964753426429666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TKH1r8Y1tuI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oIxnbSxYLY8/s320/Miriam%27s+First+Birthday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cake demolition: Miriam and her cakey grin--in true first birthday style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TKH1glzHuHI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xtUIXkt99Bg/s1600/Miriam%27s+First+Birthday+with+Mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521964558384085106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TKH1glzHuHI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xtUIXkt99Bg/s320/Miriam%27s+First+Birthday+with+Mommy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The mommy cake and the baby cake. 28 and 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TKH1K-5_m7I/AAAAAAAAAUY/Owui3L_8ywM/s1600/Rocky+Miriam+and+Louise+09-26-10a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521964187166677938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TKH1K-5_m7I/AAAAAAAAAUY/Owui3L_8ywM/s320/Rocky+Miriam+and+Louise+09-26-10a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miriam petting Rocky the boxer dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TKH1BfoakuI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/IO3jvlYWCeE/s1600/Rocky+Miriam+and+Louise+09-26-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521964024152625890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TKH1BfoakuI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/IO3jvlYWCeE/s320/Rocky+Miriam+and+Louise+09-26-10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Smiles on all three faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-4224447605163546302?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/4224447605163546302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/09/pictures-from-early-b-day-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4224447605163546302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4224447605163546302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/09/pictures-from-early-b-day-party.html' title='Pictures from the Early B-day Party'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TKH1r8Y1tuI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oIxnbSxYLY8/s72-c/Miriam%27s+First+Birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-1749913502579508921</id><published>2010-09-27T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T19:41:19.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Season's Greetings for Fall</title><content type='html'>Fall is approaching; This morning was the first brisk morning of the&lt;br&gt;season and we went on a tandem bike ride along the river, followed up&lt;br&gt;by a breakfast of egg bagels and apple turnovers. What could be&lt;br&gt;better?&lt;p&gt;We just spent a pleasant weekend in San Antonio. Joe had to give his&lt;br&gt;yearly presentation on his research and we had the benefit of visiting&lt;br&gt;family. Miriam and I had a thoroughly enjoyable Saturday visiting&lt;br&gt;Great Grandma Taylor in Kerrville, eating pizza and treats, playing&lt;br&gt;scrabble, and having my first impromptue lesson on an interesting&lt;br&gt;stringed instrument called a mountain dulcimer.&lt;p&gt;Saturday evening was the General Relief Society broadcast (an annual&lt;br&gt;meeting for Latter-day Saint women to receive instruction from church&lt;br&gt;leaders). As always, we joined the choir for a few hymns; I think&lt;br&gt;there&amp;#39;s something special about singing in a congregation of women,&lt;br&gt;particularly knowing that there are congregations of women singing&lt;br&gt;with you around the world at the same time. It makes me want to be&lt;br&gt;better.&lt;p&gt;As for the talks: 1. Julie Beck announced that a history of the Relief&lt;br&gt;Society is being compiled. I wondered if I would be interested in&lt;br&gt;reading it or not, but I concluded that I am since Sister Beck said&lt;br&gt;that she felt it was inspired by God as a way to remind us what&lt;br&gt;righteous women through the generations have held most dear, and I&lt;br&gt;think it might also inspire me to prioritize, cut out the superfluous&lt;br&gt;and pare down to what is most essential in life. 2. Silvia Allred&lt;br&gt;talked about how every woman is a daughter of God. as we feel and&lt;br&gt;recognize His love for us we can use those feelings and experiences to&lt;br&gt;cause us to &amp;quot;press forward… with steadfast faith in Christ&amp;quot;. 3.&lt;br&gt;Barbara Thompson talked about following Christ&amp;#39;s example in&lt;br&gt;ministering to and strengthening others through Visiting Teaching. 4.&lt;br&gt;President Thomas Monson talked about having charity for others. He&lt;br&gt;told several stories including one about a woman observing her&lt;br&gt;neighbor&amp;#39;s laundry, and one about a deformed old man who a woman&lt;br&gt;likened to a beautiful flower growing in a rusty old bucket.&lt;p&gt;On Sunday Joe&amp;#39;s mom made an early birthday dinner for Miriam and me,&lt;br&gt;complete with a mini birthday cake just for Miriam. You&amp;#39;re only one&lt;br&gt;year old once. Thanks Anne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-1749913502579508921?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/1749913502579508921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/09/seasons-greetings-for-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1749913502579508921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1749913502579508921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/09/seasons-greetings-for-fall.html' title='Season&apos;s Greetings for Fall'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-7806172154307575120</id><published>2010-09-18T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T19:13:58.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tandem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fort Worth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Sweet Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TJVw0wL49hI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-c3pvgJSKFs/s1600/Fort+Worth+Bike+Ride+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518440970002691602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TJVw0wL49hI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-c3pvgJSKFs/s320/Fort+Worth+Bike+Ride+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TJVwom_WJyI/AAAAAAAAAUA/nsk_0pID--Q/s1600/Fort+Worth+Bike+Ride+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518440761375729442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TJVwom_WJyI/AAAAAAAAAUA/nsk_0pID--Q/s320/Fort+Worth+Bike+Ride+037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TJVwTTCT_GI/AAAAAAAAAT4/iGVLecXPyek/s1600/Fort+Worth+Bike+Ride+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518440395242208354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TJVwTTCT_GI/AAAAAAAAAT4/iGVLecXPyek/s320/Fort+Worth+Bike+Ride+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you've probably heard by now--since I've been shouting it from the rooftops; Joe bought me a tandem bike for an early birthday present. It's been a lot of fun this past week and now Miriam has her early birthday present too; a trailer for the back of the tandem. Yes, we're quite a sight to behold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For this morning's ride, we took the trail into downtown Fort Worth (about 20-25 miles round trip) and discovered that they were having a car show. We got to check out some hot sets of wheels from atop our own set--even if I do say so myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-7806172154307575120?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/7806172154307575120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/09/sweet-ride.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/7806172154307575120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/7806172154307575120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/09/sweet-ride.html' title='Sweet Ride'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TJVw0wL49hI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-c3pvgJSKFs/s72-c/Fort+Worth+Bike+Ride+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-1347629386592720443</id><published>2010-08-13T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T12:56:25.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miriam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Pics of July/August 2010</title><content type='html'>Here's a selection of pictures from the past month or so...&lt;br /&gt;Miriam cruising along behind her walker that Aunt Geneal gave her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TGWh0_7M8ZI/AAAAAAAAATc/zS8IohDlHF8/s1600/Miriam+withher+Walker+July+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504984051415314834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TGWh0_7M8ZI/AAAAAAAAATc/zS8IohDlHF8/s320/Miriam+withher+Walker+July+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miriam sorting the laundry:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TGWd1WSn1hI/AAAAAAAAATU/b27vyHGv7G4/s1600/Sorting+Laundry2+Miriam+July+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504979659372615186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TGWd1WSn1hI/AAAAAAAAATU/b27vyHGv7G4/s320/Sorting+Laundry2+Miriam+July+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Searching for goodies in the pantry: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TGWcnPMf5dI/AAAAAAAAATE/08P8S9nJ4TE/s1600/In+the+Pantry+Miriam+July+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504978317438084562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TGWcnPMf5dI/AAAAAAAAATE/08P8S9nJ4TE/s320/In+the+Pantry+Miriam+July+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy subjecting Miriam to tickle torture:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TGWavLJAyZI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Gk_fEbffCPQ/s1600/Tickle+Torture+Miriam+and+Daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504976254765418898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TGWavLJAyZI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Gk_fEbffCPQ/s320/Tickle+Torture+Miriam+and+Daddy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miriam rading the tupperware cupboard (her thrice daily ritual):&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TGWYvnNUb0I/AAAAAAAAASk/Z9NOjh2QPOc/s1600/Miriam+Sorting+the+Cupboards+July+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504974063276420930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TGWYvnNUb0I/AAAAAAAAASk/Z9NOjh2QPOc/s320/Miriam+Sorting+the+Cupboards+July+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Posing for the camera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TGWX51EGnnI/AAAAAAAAASU/4WOrJckA-bI/s1600/Miriam+July+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504973139282927218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TGWX51EGnnI/AAAAAAAAASU/4WOrJckA-bI/s320/Miriam+July+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Louise and Miriam swimming (and showing off our sunglasses):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TGWXdA5hnzI/AAAAAAAAASM/vOK4qmj4bfs/s1600/Pool+Fun+Louise+and+Miriam+08-12-2010.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504972644243578674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TGWXdA5hnzI/AAAAAAAAASM/vOK4qmj4bfs/s320/Pool+Fun+Louise+and+Miriam+08-12-2010.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're keeping busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-1347629386592720443?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/1347629386592720443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/08/pics-of-julyaugust-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1347629386592720443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1347629386592720443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/08/pics-of-julyaugust-2010.html' title='Pics of July/August 2010'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TGWh0_7M8ZI/AAAAAAAAATc/zS8IohDlHF8/s72-c/Miriam+withher+Walker+July+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-4777719327851967314</id><published>2010-07-30T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T12:41:55.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Fun</title><content type='html'>Miriam and I just got back from a dip in the apartment pool. It was&lt;br&gt;the first time I&amp;#39;ve taken her there by myself--mostly because I&amp;#39;m&lt;br&gt;lazy. I should do it more often. However, there&amp;#39;s something about a&lt;br&gt;mother with a baby in one hand and a cane in the other while walking&lt;br&gt;alongside a pool that tends to cause people to stare... Or maybe they&lt;br&gt;were just admiring Miriam&amp;#39;s awesome Baby Banz sunglasses that her&lt;br&gt;grandma gave her. Yes, I&amp;#39;m sure that&amp;#39;s it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-4777719327851967314?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/4777719327851967314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/07/pool-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4777719327851967314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4777719327851967314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/07/pool-fun.html' title='Pool Fun'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-5960480556755744739</id><published>2010-07-30T12:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T12:33:35.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-5960480556755744739?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/5960480556755744739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/07/pool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/5960480556755744739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/5960480556755744739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/07/pool.html' title='Pool'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-2932767149459428244</id><published>2010-07-29T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T20:58:56.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30.5</title><content type='html'>Happy Half Birthday to Joe! May you have many many more half birthdays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-2932767149459428244?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/2932767149459428244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/07/305.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/2932767149459428244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/2932767149459428244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/07/305.html' title='30.5'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-4526888579728240837</id><published>2010-07-28T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T06:57:57.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's To Do List</title><content type='html'>Joe: (to Miriam) You&amp;#39;re such a cutie... I have to finish graduate&lt;br&gt;school so I can pay for your college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-4526888579728240837?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/4526888579728240837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/07/daddys-to-do-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4526888579728240837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4526888579728240837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/07/daddys-to-do-list.html' title='Daddy&apos;s To Do List'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-87549538522079262</id><published>2010-07-25T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T20:17:55.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bon appétit</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m still savoring the taste of those chocolate brownies that Joe&lt;br&gt;baked... the ones I ate right after the delicious italian cuisine he&lt;br&gt;made us for our Sunday dinner... which was right after our traditional&lt;br&gt;Sunday afternoon walk that I love taking together along the trail and&lt;br&gt;through the neighborhoods. Let&amp;#39;s face it, I&amp;#39;m very blessed. For the&lt;br&gt;record, as well as being a good cook, Joe is also a loving father and&lt;br&gt;a helpful spouse in many other ways. He&amp;#39;s faithful in his priesthood&lt;br&gt;duties and more than anyone else, I know I can rely on Joe. And we all&lt;br&gt;know he&amp;#39;s a smart cookie to boot.&lt;p&gt;Last night we watched the movie &amp;quot;Julie and Julia&amp;quot;. Before bed he&lt;br&gt;quoted Julia Child as he told me &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re the butter to my bread&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;Thanks for the sentiment Joe. We do make a pair. I can&amp;#39;t think of a&lt;br&gt;food that better fits your character than bread. You&amp;#39;re my bread, my&lt;br&gt;daily staple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-87549538522079262?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/87549538522079262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/07/bon-appetit.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/87549538522079262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/87549538522079262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/07/bon-appetit.html' title='bon appétit'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-2132271722627860963</id><published>2010-07-22T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T07:30:19.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does the Tooth Fairy Bring Teeth As Well As Take Them?</title><content type='html'>There must be something magical about San Antonio--Whenever we have&lt;br&gt;visited, Miriam has grown a new tooth! Her first two appeared during&lt;br&gt;our May visit, and now tooth number three (on the top this time)&lt;br&gt;appeared this past weekend while in San Antonio for our friends,&lt;br&gt;Flavia and Richard&amp;#39;s wedding. Now don&amp;#39;t put your finger in this baby&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;mouth or you&amp;#39;ll be liable to lose it. *toothy grin*&lt;p&gt;In other Miriam news;&lt;br&gt;She&amp;#39;s walking along furniture with some adeptness now.&lt;br&gt;She&amp;#39;s been sleeping much better now that she&amp;#39;s out of our bedroom.&lt;br&gt;Her favorite food is banana, although she eats mostly anything now.&lt;br&gt;She thinks apllesauce is sour, but she&amp;#39;ll eat it anyway.&lt;br&gt;Her fuzz is still getting longer and we&amp;#39;re wondering if she might&lt;br&gt;become a strawberry blonde or perhaps a light brown. Her eyes are&lt;br&gt;definitely blue though.&lt;br&gt;Her favorite activity is playing with the silverware when I&amp;#39;m packing&lt;br&gt;the dishwasher.&lt;br&gt;She gets excited when she sees dogs (She had fun playing with Rocky&lt;br&gt;over the weekend).&lt;p&gt;We&amp;#39;ve also come to believe she&amp;#39;s spoken her first word; Several times&lt;br&gt;this week when I&amp;#39;ve walked into the room, she&amp;#39;s broken out saying ma&lt;br&gt;ma ma ma... especially if she was upset. We&amp;#39;re practicing da da now.&lt;br&gt;Although she&amp;#39;s been saying those sounds for a long time, it&amp;#39;s never&lt;br&gt;been in context until now. She definitely understands a lot of words&lt;br&gt;though. For example, when we were walking out on the trail last week,&lt;br&gt;Joe said &amp;quot;Look Miriam, a doggy&amp;quot; and she immediately swivelled her head&lt;br&gt;around to find it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-2132271722627860963?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/2132271722627860963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/07/does-tooth-fairy-bring-teeth-as-well-as.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/2132271722627860963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/2132271722627860963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/07/does-tooth-fairy-bring-teeth-as-well-as.html' title='Does the Tooth Fairy Bring Teeth As Well As Take Them?'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-4020860190286292153</id><published>2010-07-16T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T18:56:46.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Hours</title><content type='html'>of uninterupted sleep last night. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-4020860190286292153?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/4020860190286292153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/07/8-hours.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4020860190286292153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4020860190286292153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/07/8-hours.html' title='8 Hours'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-6329830562049910716</id><published>2010-07-13T12:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T12:30:28.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Convention, Kindle, &amp; Cool Tricks</title><content type='html'>I just got back last weekend from my annual NFB convention in Dallas.&lt;br&gt;Had fun seeing old friends--It&amp;#39;s always a bummer that there are so&lt;br&gt;many meetings getting in the way of the real fun stuff. Braille&lt;br&gt;testing went smoothly, so that was a relief. I guess I&amp;#39;ve finally&lt;br&gt;reached a point where administering the exam with all the boxes of&lt;br&gt;confidential materials and important procedures no longer give me the&lt;br&gt;heebie jeebies, and thank goodness for that!&lt;p&gt;Joe&amp;#39;s itching for the mailman to come and deliver his new generation&lt;br&gt;three Kindle. He pitched me a proposal about how he could study his&lt;br&gt;medical textbooks on it and I relented. Happy unbirthday to Joe. Did&lt;br&gt;you know it&amp;#39;s also my unbirthday today too?&lt;p&gt;As for Miriam, she&amp;#39;s already nine months old! I just can&amp;#39;t believe my&lt;br&gt;baby is now closer to a toddler than to a newborn. I held my friend&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;one-month-old on Sunday and just couldn&amp;#39;t believe how tiny and floppy&lt;br&gt;he was. Surely Miriam was never like that! She&amp;#39;s starting to take her&lt;br&gt;first steps along furniture and sometimes does the &amp;quot;look mom, no&lt;br&gt;hands&amp;quot; trick. She&amp;#39;s currently having a trial run sleeping in the&lt;br&gt;living room rather than our bedroom. This is in the hopes that she&amp;#39;ll&lt;br&gt;some day sleep through the night. She&amp;#39;s such a pleasant, happy, good&lt;br&gt;natured girl, but waking up in the night is her one bad habit. No&lt;br&gt;doubt my bad habits are worse... Perhaps a little extra sleep for us&lt;br&gt;all will improve things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-6329830562049910716?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/6329830562049910716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/07/convention-kindle-cool-tricks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/6329830562049910716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/6329830562049910716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/07/convention-kindle-cool-tricks.html' title='Convention, Kindle, &amp; Cool Tricks'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-8513500577930173469</id><published>2010-06-30T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:15:58.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lull</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m beginning to wonder about myself and my habits; It&amp;#39;s starting to&lt;br&gt;bother me that I haven&amp;#39;t done anything recently that I can think of to&lt;br&gt;write about. We even skipped our usual Sunday walk last Sunday, so I&lt;br&gt;can&amp;#39;t even write about that. Well, I suppose there are two things:&lt;p&gt;Joe took me out to lunch at a rather unique location downtown. It was&lt;br&gt;a Subway sandwich shop that was... How do I describe it...? It was two&lt;br&gt;stories with a kind of loft-style dining area with walls of glass that&lt;br&gt;looked over the passing cars. The cars were passing between the Subway&lt;br&gt;store and an adjacent parking garage, but there was also a big&lt;br&gt;building that stretched across the Subway, the road, and the parking&lt;br&gt;garage, making the road like an underpass. Joe would, however, have me&lt;br&gt;mention the romantic lighting. *smiles* It was fun experiencing an&lt;br&gt;unknown nook of downtown.&lt;p&gt;Secondly, there&amp;#39;s an article in the current (July 2010) Ensign about&lt;br&gt;some members in my home ward and stake. It&amp;#39;s titled &amp;quot;A Tale of Three&lt;br&gt;Families&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=86fbad9ec2c49210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=ccb1d48fa58db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD"&gt;http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=86fbad9ec2c49210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=ccb1d48fa58db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;In particular, Peter and Geni Barr are close friends of our family.&lt;br&gt;Geni was one of my YW presidents.. Peter recently rode his bike with&lt;br&gt;my brothers in the final leg of their cross-country bike ride and he&lt;br&gt;wrote an awesome poem about the experience. Their son, Matt was the&lt;br&gt;seminary teacher who issued the challenge to read the Book of Mormon&lt;br&gt;every day for 100 days. By day 99 I had received a very clear wittness&lt;br&gt;that it was true.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m really grateful for such good people in my life, and the Barrs&lt;br&gt;definitely rank near the top of my list. I&amp;#39;m especially grateful to&lt;br&gt;them for the friendship they&amp;#39;ve shown my parents through thick and&lt;br&gt;thin over the years.&lt;p&gt;Terri Little was also my stake YW  president, and I was sad to hear of&lt;br&gt;her recent passing. I don&amp;#39;t personally know the Lenehans, but I know&lt;br&gt;they&amp;#39;ve been a help to my parents in recent times too.&lt;p&gt;Reading that article made me want to do better and be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-8513500577930173469?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/8513500577930173469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/06/lull.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/8513500577930173469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/8513500577930173469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/06/lull.html' title='Lull'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-4007047241488953594</id><published>2010-06-23T14:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T14:11:53.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers Day</title><content type='html'>Joe just had his first Fathers Day. Miriam gave him a card with her&lt;br&gt;little pink footprint on it. As a side note, my informal experiment&lt;br&gt;revealed that it takes roughly two dozen attempts before getting a&lt;br&gt;decent print of a baby&amp;#39;s wiggling paint covered toes.&lt;p&gt;We went on our customary Sunday walk in the afternoon. Joe wondered&lt;br&gt;out loud whether this PhD program was a mistake and if we ought to&lt;br&gt;have just gone for med school. I told him of course it was a good idea&lt;br&gt;and life is great. (Gotta be positive to survive). I don&amp;#39;t remember&lt;br&gt;Joe&amp;#39;s exact response, but suffice it to say that he quickly tossed out&lt;br&gt;his EARLIER WORDS. i GUESS WHILE OUR FRIENDS ARE ALL OFF BEGINNING&lt;br&gt;THEIR MEDICAL RESIDENCIES, WE JUST ENJOY BEING GLUTTONS FOR&lt;br&gt;PUNISHMENT. I suppose time will tell whether it was worth it, but I&amp;#39;m&lt;br&gt;fairly confident right now.&lt;p&gt;In other news, we ate loads of cookies this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-4007047241488953594?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/4007047241488953594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4007047241488953594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4007047241488953594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-day.html' title='Fathers Day'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-7508630257263049486</id><published>2010-06-15T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:30:15.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Miriam at 8 Months</title><content type='html'>While on a Sunday afternoon walk at Trinity Park here in Fort Worth,&lt;br&gt;we were passing by some trees near the duck pond when the following&lt;br&gt;uncanny event occurred:&lt;p&gt;Joe: There&amp;#39;s a rabbit.&lt;br&gt;Louise: What? A real rabbit?&lt;br&gt;Joe: Yep.&lt;p&gt;The next thing I know, he has a rabbit in his hands showing Miriam.&lt;br&gt;Miriam wants to touch its eyes of course, but we direct her to the&lt;br&gt;fluffy parts. So, Miriam has now touched her first rabbit, not&lt;br&gt;including the one Grandma gave her for Easter.&lt;p&gt;Another exchange occurred last night before bed.&lt;p&gt;Miriam: (tugging at my shirt, presumably wanting food)&lt;br&gt;Joe: (in his Miriam voice) Come on--this store&amp;#39;s open for business...&lt;br&gt;and the customer is always right.&lt;p&gt;And last week while I was holding Miriam, Joe took out my old penny&lt;br&gt;whistle. The moment he made a few random notes from the whistle,&lt;br&gt;Miriam&amp;#39;s binky came spilling out of her mouth as she stared,&lt;br&gt;slack-jawed at Daddy, at which point, we both busted up laughing.&lt;p&gt;In other Miriam news, while in Australia the fuzz on her head (some&lt;br&gt;day we&amp;#39;ll call it hair) got just a little longer and she got a little&lt;br&gt;bigger. She also learned to sit reliably without help. She had been&lt;br&gt;threatening to crawl for a month or two, but now she&amp;#39;s got the&lt;br&gt;left-right coordination down and is crawling all over the apartment.&lt;br&gt;As if that weren&amp;#39;t enough, while in San Antonio at the end of May, her&lt;br&gt;two bottom teeth magically appeared. Now with the crawling and the&lt;br&gt;teeth, she&amp;#39;s got the makings of mischief--a pair of headphones were&lt;br&gt;the first casualty.&lt;p&gt;Before Australia she had just begun sleeping through the night, but&lt;br&gt;alas, it&amp;#39;s never happened since. It doesn&amp;#39;t help that she&amp;#39;s still in&lt;br&gt;our room because Grandpa&amp;#39;s got the second bedroom. We love having him&lt;br&gt;but we&amp;#39;re just now starting to look forward to a change in Miriam&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;sleeping arrangements. In the meantime, I think the more solid food I&lt;br&gt;can give her in the evening, the more she&amp;#39;ll sleep. It&amp;#39;s a bit&lt;br&gt;slow-going right now though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-7508630257263049486?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/7508630257263049486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/06/update-on-miriam-at-8-months.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/7508630257263049486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/7508630257263049486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/06/update-on-miriam-at-8-months.html' title='Update on Miriam at 8 Months'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-8430248429677832261</id><published>2010-06-15T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T13:43:51.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miriam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Australia 2010 Pics</title><content type='html'>Here are just a few pictures from our trip to Australia (April-May 2010):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All six Nicholson siblings: (from left to right) Geneal, Rebecca, Lorin, Louise, Dean, and Melissa.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TBfjIkYIPRI/AAAAAAAAARw/S_zBUZsl28Y/s1600/Nicholson+Siblings+May+26+2010+Sydney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483100807690206482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TBfjIkYIPRI/AAAAAAAAARw/S_zBUZsl28Y/s400/Nicholson+Siblings+May+26+2010+Sydney.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicholson girls: (from left to right) Rebecca, Louise, Geneal, and Melissa.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TBfi83sIk7I/AAAAAAAAARo/Y7TZjIHl77w/s1600/Nicholson+Sisters+2010a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483100606715958194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TBfi83sIk7I/AAAAAAAAARo/Y7TZjIHl77w/s320/Nicholson+Sisters+2010a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Miriam on the headland above Fraser Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TBfig38XGcI/AAAAAAAAARg/IPlXe-lYllU/s1600/Miriam+and+Mom+Fraser+Beach+May+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483100125747681730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TBfig38XGcI/AAAAAAAAARg/IPlXe-lYllU/s320/Miriam+and+Mom+Fraser+Beach+May+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a happy Miriam with Grandad at Lakes Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TBfiThos1AI/AAAAAAAAARY/YN8GLxuHRVI/s1600/Miriam+and+Grandad+Lakes+Beach+May+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483099896421340162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TBfiThos1AI/AAAAAAAAARY/YN8GLxuHRVI/s320/Miriam+and+Grandad+Lakes+Beach+May+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-8430248429677832261?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/8430248429677832261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/06/australia-2010-pics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/8430248429677832261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/8430248429677832261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/06/australia-2010-pics.html' title='Australia 2010 Pics'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TBfjIkYIPRI/AAAAAAAAARw/S_zBUZsl28Y/s72-c/Nicholson+Siblings+May+26+2010+Sydney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-457962047971046184</id><published>2010-06-13T14:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T14:52:15.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia 2010</title><content type='html'>Louise and Miriam&amp;#39;s Trip to Australia 2010								&lt;br&gt;Fri, Apr 23, 2010 Yanks Arrive in Oz&lt;p&gt;Flew into Sydney at dawn. Miriam was an angel on the plane and saved&lt;br&gt;her meltdown until the evening at Grandma&amp;#39;s house. She slept like a&lt;br&gt;log that night. *smiles*&lt;p&gt;Sat, Apr 24, 2010 The Complete Set&lt;p&gt;Woke up at sunrise, pleased to hear all the birds. It sounded like&lt;br&gt;several dozen rainbow lorikeets, along with some doves, magpies,&lt;br&gt;miners, perhaps a rosella or two, and the odd flock of cockatoos on&lt;br&gt;their way through. Miriam might have mistaken her wooden crib bars for&lt;br&gt;a birdcage.&lt;p&gt;Ate Fruity Bix for breakfast along with a crumpet and then went for a&lt;br&gt;big day out shopping with the girls: Mum and all four&lt;br&gt;daughters--Geneal, Melissa, Rebecca, and me with Miriam in tow. It&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;great to be all together for the first time in fourteen years—The&lt;br&gt;complete set.&lt;p&gt;We stopped off at Toukley shops before hitting the Morriset Markets.&lt;br&gt;Beck bought some Indian curry paste in prep for dinner and between&lt;br&gt;Melissa and Geneal (mostly Geneal) we bought a whole swathe of Pandora&lt;br&gt;bracelet charms. In further food report, for lunch we all ate beef and&lt;br&gt;lamb doner kebabs with tabouli and sweet chili&lt;br&gt;sauce—Australian-Mediteranian deliciousness!&lt;p&gt;The quote of the day was from Beck, when we finally figured out&lt;br&gt;Miriam&amp;#39;s borrowed stroller she said &amp;quot;Between five mothers we got her&lt;br&gt;strapped in.&amp;quot; It was very slightly comical, but as we strolled off, I&lt;br&gt;thought  how significant it is to be all together and all mothers now.&lt;br&gt;The last time we were all together I was just thirteen. Now looking at&lt;br&gt;them all beside me gave me a tingly feeling of belonging that I never&lt;br&gt;quite expected.&lt;p&gt;Sun, Apr 25, 2010 ANZAC Day With the Girls&lt;p&gt;The five of us plus baby filled a row in church. Highlight was when&lt;br&gt;Bishop Travis Johnson shared a beautiful testimony, and this just a&lt;br&gt;few weeks after the death of their newborn son. After church I managed&lt;br&gt;to snag his wife, my old friend Rebecca, which I&amp;#39;m so glad I did.&lt;br&gt;We&amp;#39;re praying for you Bec and Trav.&lt;p&gt;The afternoon was spent taking photos in the backyard and then at the&lt;br&gt;beach right after a big rainstorm. It would have been perfect if not&lt;br&gt;for the blustery wind, but we got some good shots, complete with a&lt;br&gt;rainbow. Although the wind was cold, the ocean was warm. Geneal and I&lt;br&gt;were itching to swim, but that was for another time.&lt;p&gt;At dinner Mum said how grateful she is to have children who genuinely&lt;br&gt;like each other as much as we do.&lt;p&gt;Lisa (sister in law) and kids arrived that night with Lorin&amp;#39;s new&lt;br&gt;children&amp;#39;s book &amp;quot;The Amazing Bike Ride&amp;quot; hot off the press. Lisa read&lt;br&gt;me the book and we all had an early night ready for the big&lt;br&gt;homecoming.&lt;p&gt;Mon, Apr 26, 2010 The Big Day&lt;p&gt;Up at 4am we were, and out the door for the 5:30am train to Sydney. We&lt;br&gt;arrived at the Opera House with not much time to spare before the&lt;br&gt;brothers on bikes (Lorin and Dean, along with support vehicles, police&lt;br&gt;escorts, and their tandem cycling mates) came rolling down the road to&lt;br&gt;victory! Those boys were some lean, mean, cycling machines!  Lorin is&lt;br&gt;sure proud of his &amp;quot;buns of steel&amp;quot;, and Dean too, but slightly less&lt;br&gt;likely to say it out loud. either way, by now they&amp;#39;ve earned their&lt;br&gt;bragging rights. After a month on the road, I thought they&amp;#39;d be&lt;br&gt;exhausted, but instead they were talking about their next ride,&lt;br&gt;although not quite so far as 4,000 kilometres (2.500 miles) next time.&lt;p&gt;For a brief few hours (some of which was interrupted by TV cameras)&lt;br&gt;the whole family was together. We ate breakfast at Maca&amp;#39;s (McDonalds)&lt;br&gt;and took some family photos before the fun was cut short and we had to&lt;br&gt;clear the camper vans off the Opera House concourse before feathers&lt;br&gt;got ruffled (namely Tourism Australia was about to do a filmshoot of&lt;br&gt;the Opera House minus campervans).&lt;p&gt;We headed back to Mum and Dad&amp;#39;s except for Dean and Janelle who had&lt;br&gt;planned a little harbour getaway for themselves in Sydney. I&amp;#39;m happy&lt;br&gt;we all had fun, but my only regret is that I hadn&amp;#39;t specifically made&lt;br&gt;the plans that might have kept us all together for more than those few&lt;br&gt;hurried hours. I won&amp;#39;t dwell on that though.&lt;p&gt;What an achievement! It&amp;#39;s hard to believe they rode all that way from&lt;br&gt;Perth to Sydney, but they did it!&lt;p&gt;Tues, Apr 27, 2010 Breaking Up is Hard to Do&lt;p&gt;Beck flew out early to catch her connection to &amp;quot;Barky&amp;quot; (Barcaldine,&lt;br&gt;the outback town in the middle of nowhere, Queensland, where she calls&lt;br&gt;home for now). Sad to see the reunion ending so soon. (Sidenote: As if&lt;br&gt;the boys weren&amp;#39;t enough, Beck has become my new inspiration for&lt;br&gt;hitting the gym. Second sidenote: Geneal and I both said that if we&lt;br&gt;had to leave Australia today, it would have been well worth the trip).&lt;p&gt;Melissa braved the Sydney traffic and took Geneal, Miriam and me to&lt;br&gt;see the boys one last time along with their families at a Vision&lt;br&gt;Australia reception, then we said our goodbyes and headed to Melissa&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;house in Tamworth (The town where we grew up, about 5 hours NW of&lt;br&gt;Sydney).&lt;p&gt;Most notable—Melissa might say it was that we made it out of Sydney,&lt;br&gt;but Geneal and I would say it was the beautiful pink sunset while&lt;br&gt;driving through Scone. We arrived at Melissa&amp;#39;s house to find her&lt;br&gt;husband, Chris cooking dinner—We took note of that too. Onya Chris!&lt;br&gt;(&amp;quot;Onya&amp;quot; is short for &amp;quot;Good on you&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;well done&amp;quot; in Aussie speak.)&lt;p&gt;Wed, Apr 28, 2010 One Day in Tamworth&lt;p&gt;Waking up in Tamworth sure reminded me of childhood. It was a typical&lt;br&gt;Autumn morning; It was a gorgeous clear blue and green morning&lt;br&gt;outside, but flippin&amp;#39; cold inside. That&amp;#39;s the thing about Australia,&lt;br&gt;few people have central heating and cooling like in the USA.&lt;p&gt;Highlights of the day were wandering around town and bumping into&lt;br&gt;people we knew as kids and seeing what was the same and what had&lt;br&gt;changed on mainstreet. The real highlights were meeting up with many&lt;br&gt;of our cousins; We had a lovely visit with Ellen and then had a&lt;br&gt;wonderful surprise visit with several more of our cousins, Robert,&lt;br&gt;Lauren, Michael, Stacy, and John (and Marea later) in the halls of the&lt;br&gt;hospital where we all happened to be visiting Aunty Ruth, who has been&lt;br&gt;sick for some time (and who has since passed away). Thanks Aunty Ruth&lt;br&gt;for being the cause of such a good visit, even though it was pretty&lt;br&gt;rotten circumstances for you. Thanks for sticking around for us to&lt;br&gt;visit one last time and introduce you to Miriam, but we&amp;#39;re sure glad&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;re back enjoying being with Uncle Fred again.&lt;p&gt;Thur, Apr 29-Mon, May 3, 2010 Geneal&amp;#39;s Final Fling&lt;p&gt;Time flew after leaving Tamworth and heading back to Mum and Dad&amp;#39;s via&lt;br&gt;Newcastle (for fish and chips and Tiger pies), and over the bridge&lt;br&gt;over Swansea Channel to homebase. Geneal headed back to Salt Lake City&lt;br&gt;the following Monday, but not before she and I had an awesome Saturday&lt;br&gt;afternoon jogging and swimming at Soldier&amp;#39;s Beach.&lt;p&gt;Tues, May 4-Tues, May 11, 2010 My First Mothers Day&lt;p&gt;I hate to say it, but I think I moped around a bit for a few days&lt;br&gt;after Geneal left. Although I did enjoy birdwatching in the backyard&lt;br&gt;during Miriam&amp;#39;s naptime, things were so quiet until the end-of-trip&lt;br&gt;acceleration began.&lt;p&gt;The final highlights were:&lt;br&gt;*Traversing the headlands from Coogee Beach to Bondi Beach on a&lt;br&gt;crystal clear day—definitely the highest of the highlights.&lt;br&gt;*Hiking at Wyrrabalong National Park (Dad/Grandad carried Miriam in the pack.)&lt;br&gt;*Exploring one of my favorite spots—Fraser Beach, a rather remote&lt;br&gt;beach about 20 minutes north of Mum and Dad&amp;#39;s house.&lt;br&gt;*Taking Miriam swimming at the beach (I thought she wouldn&amp;#39;t like the&lt;br&gt;cold water, but she proved to be a surf-loving adventurer.)&lt;br&gt;*A potluck Girls Night In with a few of my friends (Fern, Halley,&lt;br&gt;Loraine, and Belinda)&lt;br&gt;*My first Mothers Day&lt;p&gt;In fact, my Mothers Day warrants a mention; I was excited to give my&lt;br&gt;mum the blanket I made for her. Dad and I also made lemon ricotta&lt;br&gt;crepes for breakfast, and I made cranberry chicken for dinner. As for&lt;br&gt;Miriam, she cooked up a little surprise for me too—First thing in the&lt;br&gt;morning, after feeding her and while burping her, for the first time&lt;br&gt;ever, she started patting me on the back too. The other thing to note&lt;br&gt;is that although sadly Joe wasn&amp;#39;t there to share it, my first Mother&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;Day was also our seventh wedding anniversary.&lt;p&gt;Wed, May 12, 2010 &amp;quot;Dallas, You Ain&amp;#39;t Never Looked So Good&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;That brings me to the end of my trip. It was so wonderful to see Joe&lt;br&gt;waiting for us in the Dallas airport after a marathon twenty-nine-hour&lt;br&gt;journey. (Yes, count them—twenty-nine hours!) We got up at some&lt;br&gt;obscene hour like 3am, caught the train to the Sydney airport, then&lt;br&gt;flew from Sydney to Brisbane, to Los Angeles to Albuquerque to&lt;br&gt;Dallas—Oh my! Thankfully Miriam was well behaved, but I tell ya, by&lt;br&gt;the end my own behavior was about to take a backslide. We both managed&lt;br&gt;to keep our cool pretty well, but the Dallas airport ain&amp;#39;t never&lt;br&gt;looked so good as when we arrived there that very long Wednesday.&lt;p&gt;A whole two days of recooporation were spent at home before we zipped&lt;br&gt;off to College Station for Joe&amp;#39;s little sister, Michelle&amp;#39;s graduation,&lt;br&gt;and then on to San Antonio for a few days with the Walch/Taylor side&lt;br&gt;of the family. Then I even had the gall to fly to Utah for an NFB&lt;br&gt;convention. I knew that was a nutty idea before I even left, but the&lt;br&gt;tickets were booked and I said I&amp;#39;d be there, so I went and had fun,&lt;br&gt;but I&amp;#39;m sure glad to be home now, cured of the travel bug for a good&lt;br&gt;long while—or at least for the month of June.&lt;p&gt;Epilogue: A Novice Parent&amp;#39;s Guide for Longdistance Airtravel&lt;p&gt;The following list is for parents of infants (Sorry, I know nothing&lt;br&gt;about toddlers yet):&lt;br&gt;*Carry both your passports, boarding passes, and a few dollars cash in&lt;br&gt;a separate pouch that you can attach to yourself that is secure, easy&lt;br&gt;to access and never comes off until you reach your destination.&lt;br&gt;*Be sure you have a comfortable baby carry pack for the airport. I&lt;br&gt;used a Baby Bjorn.&lt;br&gt;*Pack light on the plane; Use a single carry-on backpack for the both&lt;br&gt;of you that can fit under the seat. Don&amp;#39;t skimp on diapers and wipes,&lt;br&gt;but leave the toys at home because they&amp;#39;ll only get lost and the baby&lt;br&gt;is more interested in your headphones and the airline safety card.&lt;br&gt;Leave your own toys at home too because the baby tends to be enough&lt;br&gt;entertainment and any extra stuff in the carry-on just ends up being&lt;br&gt;clutter.&lt;br&gt;*Keep both you and baby hydrated. Long plane rides dry you out more&lt;br&gt;than usual and a dehydrated baby is a grumpy baby by the end of the&lt;br&gt;trip.&lt;br&gt;*Pack an extra pacifier and clip; This could save your life.&lt;br&gt;*Pack deodorant, toothbrush, toothpaste, comb, and an extra change of&lt;br&gt;clothing for you and baby, and use the wipes to give yourselves a&lt;br&gt;little sponge bath to make you human again before you reach your&lt;br&gt;destination, or before your final connection&lt;br&gt;*Did I say to pack light? Funny story (that wasn&amp;#39;t funny at the time)…&lt;br&gt;At the beginning of my trip, I arrived at the airport, an hour from&lt;br&gt;home, and discovered that I had forgotten my carryon bag! Luckily I&lt;br&gt;had our passports on me and enough time still up my sleave to finish&lt;br&gt;panicking and zip off to the nearest store and buy diapers and wipes!&lt;br&gt;Although highly unamusing at the time for all involved, it turned out&lt;br&gt;to be a blessing in disguise because I never really missed anything&lt;br&gt;much from my bulging carryon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-457962047971046184?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/457962047971046184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/06/australia-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/457962047971046184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/457962047971046184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/06/australia-2010.html' title='Australia 2010'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-1128749389137008086</id><published>2010-06-11T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T12:14:14.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Storage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ffRecipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>ANZAC Biscuits: An Aussie Oatmeal Cookie Recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TBKJjbJNtGI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SUHz5uOM2PY/s1600/ANZAC+Biscuits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481594938138145890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TBKJjbJNtGI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SUHz5uOM2PY/s320/ANZAC+Biscuits.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apart from being a tasty reminder of home for me, you'll all appreciate that this is also a good food storage recipe since it doesn't call for eggs. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/4 cup flaked coconut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup white sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup brown sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup all purpose flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup quick cooking oats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 stick (1/2 cup) butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tablespoon golden syrup (honey will suffice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tablespoons boiling water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Directions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Mix oats, flour, sugar, and coconut together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Melt the golden syrup and butter together in a small bowl in microwave for 40 seconds, or on a small saucepan on medium heat on stove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Mix boiling water and baking soda together and then add to the melted butter and syrup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Add butter mixture to the dry ingredients and combine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Drop by spoonfuls onto ungreased cookie sheets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Bake at 350 degrees F for 12-15 minutes or until cookies are golden around the edges but still soft on top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Allow baked cookies to remain on cookie sheet for 5 minutes before transferring to a wire cooling rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tips:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Do not overbake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Substitute golden syrup for half honey and half molasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Use a 1 tablespoon sized icecream scoop to uniformly size and shape the cookie dough balls (tip courtesy of my mother-in-law, Anne-the-awesome-Taylor)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Place cookie dough balls side by side on a lined tray and place in freezer for later use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Frozen or chilled cookie dough is less prone to flatten while baking and makes for chewier cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-1128749389137008086?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/1128749389137008086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/06/anzac-biscuits-aussie-oatmeal-cookie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1128749389137008086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1128749389137008086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/06/anzac-biscuits-aussie-oatmeal-cookie.html' title='ANZAC Biscuits: An Aussie Oatmeal Cookie Recipe'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/TBKJjbJNtGI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SUHz5uOM2PY/s72-c/ANZAC+Biscuits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-2749372469089601149</id><published>2010-05-07T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T06:47:43.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miriam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coogee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bondi Walks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>A Day in Australia</title><content type='html'>We took a trip to Sydney today--Mum, Dad, Miriam and me. We walked from Coogee beach to Bondi beach. It was a perfect day (except that Joe wasn't here...) There was just a slight breeze, it was warm and sunny but not hot, blue skies and turquoise water, nice waves, white sand... Lots of runners passed us and it made me think of Joe every time although the company was good as it was. Miriam liked the dogs that passed us along the way too. When we sat down on a bench to have a snack at the top of a headland, she watched a dog pass us and then watched it all the way down the hill and around the bend--perhaps she's my daughter after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only mis-hap was this morning--after a night of screaming, she finally unloaded into her diaper (and all over her clothing) right about when we got on the train this morning. Lucky I brought extra outfits for her, but unfortunately it meant a slightly chilly nakey baby for a minute or two at Gosford station. Her mood improved though after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more days and we'll be heading home to Texas. Trying to make the most of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-2749372469089601149?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/2749372469089601149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-in-australia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/2749372469089601149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/2749372469089601149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-in-australia.html' title='A Day in Australia'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-3607290805989926752</id><published>2010-04-20T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T12:29:47.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Strawberry Lemonade Cake</title><content type='html'>Delicious recipe from Hillery Ray (a.k.a. the cake goddess). Recipe used for the FW 5th Ward Relief Society birthday party, and then for Miriam's belated half-birthday. I don't think mine was as good as Hillery's (Surprise!), but I expect that this is because I am known for not sticking to the recipe. The smell of the lemon juice was so intoxicating that I couldn't stop at the recommended amount... I know you'll have more restraint than me though, and your cake will turn out perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake:&lt;br /&gt;2 1/4 C flour&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tsp baking powder&lt;br /&gt;3/4 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp lemonn zest&lt;br /&gt;12 Tbsp unsalted butter, room temp&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 C sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;3/4 C milk&lt;br /&gt;2 C fresh strawberries, chopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemonade Syrup:&lt;br /&gt;1 C lemonade concentrate, thawed&lt;br /&gt;3/4 C confectioners sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frosting:&lt;br /&gt;3/4 C strawberries, chopped&lt;br /&gt;3 C confectioners sugar&lt;br /&gt;12oz creamcheese, room temp&lt;br /&gt;3 tsp lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;18 Tbsp unsalted butter, room temp&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 325 degrees F.&lt;br /&gt;In a bowl, combine flour, baking powder, salt, and lemon zest. Stir together with a fork and set aside.&lt;br /&gt;In another bowl, beat butter on medium speed until light and fluffy. Add the sugar and beat until well combined. Beat in the eggs one at a time, scraping sides of bowl as you make each addition.&lt;br /&gt;Add in half of the flour mixture and mix on low speed until just blended.&lt;br /&gt;Add the milk and mix until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;Add the remaining flour mixture and mix until just blended.&lt;br /&gt;Fold in the strawberries with a spatula.&lt;br /&gt;Pour mixture into a greased, floured cake pan.&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 325 degrees F. until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean--about 30-40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Allow to cool in the pan for about 5 minutes, then transfer to a wire rack to cool completely.&lt;br /&gt;Once cake is completely cool, whisk together the melted lemonade concentrate and the confectioners sugar to make the syrup.&lt;br /&gt;Using a skewer, poke holes about a half inch apart all over the top of the cake and then pour the syrup all over the top, allowing it to soak in.&lt;br /&gt;For the frosting, puree the strawberries in a food processor or blender. Whip together the creamcheese and unsalted butter until very fluffy. Add in the confectioners sugar and blend until smooth. Add the lemon juice and vanilla and mix until incorporated. Mix in the pureed strawberries a tablespoon at a time until you reach your desired fexture and flavor--about 5 tablespoons of puree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip:&lt;br /&gt;1 stick salted butter=1 stick unsalted butter + 1/4 tsp salt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-3607290805989926752?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/3607290805989926752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/04/strawberry-lemonade-cake.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/3607290805989926752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/3607290805989926752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/04/strawberry-lemonade-cake.html' title='Strawberry Lemonade Cake'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-4769938772919206340</id><published>2010-04-18T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T13:20:47.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miriam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>G'day Y'all!</title><content type='html'>three sleeps until Miriam and I head off to Australia. It's a first time for her of course, but it's been a whole four years for me. I'm a little nervous for all the travel phase, but mostly excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I'm most looking forward to are:&lt;br /&gt;* Getting all six siblings together for the first time in fourteen years.&lt;br /&gt;* Celebrating after Lorin and Dean complete their 2,500 mile bike ride across Australia.&lt;br /&gt;* Having a "cuppa" (aka a cup of hot chocolate or some such drink) and late evening chats.&lt;br /&gt;* Aussie burgers, meat pies, sausage rolls, fish and chips (on the beach!), crumpets, salad sandwiches, ginger beer (don't worry, it's not alcoholic), vanilla and passionfruit slices, Dad's custard, and Mum's curried sausages. You can count this long list as an admission that I'm a bit food centric...&lt;br /&gt;* Even more than the food though, I'm looking forward to hiking with Dad, seeing all the bright colors of the ocean, the trees, and the birds (in particular, the cookaburras, magpies, and rainbow lorikeets that frequent Mum and Dad's backyard), and which have become somewhat friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;1. Anne and Ben/Moppy and Poppy came to vissit us last weekend. We hope they'll come again soon.&lt;br /&gt;2. Joe and I had a very nice lunch date yesterday at Red Lobster. The food and company were both great. I'll miss you Joe while I'm away.&lt;br /&gt;3. Miriam can sit up by herself and will be crawling any day now.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm finally going to make that strawberry lemonade cake today! It was meant to be for Miriam's half birthday, but as it is, it's a few weeks late.&lt;br /&gt;5. I played flute in church today.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm reading Catching Fire, the second book in the Hunger Games series--Good so far.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm going to Natalie (Lunt) Haughawout's house tomorrow morning for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm super duper uber excited for Kristen and Aaron's four-year adventure living in Okinawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've probably forgotten a few items from each list, but it wasn't as if you wanted to read a novel about me anyway. This is me signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-4769938772919206340?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/4769938772919206340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/04/gday-yall.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4769938772919206340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4769938772919206340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/04/gday-yall.html' title='G&apos;day Y&apos;all!'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-3273142980401676728</id><published>2010-04-02T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T09:44:43.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miriam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><title type='text'>FYI... or rather FMI</title><content type='html'>Three news items which will be interesting only to the select few:&lt;br /&gt;1. Miriam's bald head is growing some fuzz. It's still pretty much invisible, but I like to feel the fluffiness.&lt;br /&gt;2. Miriam now knows how to use her legs one at a time, so perhaps crawling is next (though she's already getting around alright by rolling)&lt;br /&gt;3. For the last three nights, with the exception of a few squeaks, Miriam has slept from 11pm to 6am. Now if I can just stop waking up then we'll be doing just fine.&lt;br /&gt;(She'll be six months old next week.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-3273142980401676728?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/3273142980401676728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/04/fyi-or-rather-fmi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/3273142980401676728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/3273142980401676728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/04/fyi-or-rather-fmi.html' title='FYI... or rather FMI'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-5298573643126395552</id><published>2010-03-28T19:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T19:51:29.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>The BIG Ride</title><content type='html'>Today is day #1 of the BIG ride! My brothers, Lorin and Dean are riding their bikes over 2,500 miles across Australia from Perth to Sydney. The ride is planned to take a month and I'll be there with the whole family to meet them at the finish line. It's so exciting! If you'd like to check out their progress, go to their website at &lt;a href="http://www.blindcourage.com/"&gt;www.blindcourage.com&lt;/a&gt;. You can also follow them on twitter or facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-5298573643126395552?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/5298573643126395552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-ride.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/5298573643126395552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/5298573643126395552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-ride.html' title='The BIG Ride'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-3153282558026114550</id><published>2010-03-24T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:43:11.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miriam'/><title type='text'>Wiggle and Sneak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S6ovj-Kh4WI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OSpngpvZcgo/s1600/Bubble+and+Squeak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452222593914495330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S6ovj-Kh4WI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OSpngpvZcgo/s320/Bubble+and+Squeak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No, I'm not refering to the traditional english dish known as "bubble and squeak"--I'm refering to Miriam and her covert occupation... I've never yet seen her do it, but each time I turn away or leave the room, she's somewhere other than where I layed her. If I watch her, she'll only roll or scoot a foot or less, but I swear she waits for me to turn my back so she can sneak, sneak, sneak, sneak, sneak... I suppose you'll tell me she gets it from her father. Joe is known for eating his mother's Weight Watchers chocolate popsicles while hiding out in the pantry. Me? You might not have known that when I was little I used to clandestinely snack on kitty kibble. Does any hope remain for this child?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-3153282558026114550?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/3153282558026114550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/03/wiggle-and-sneak.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/3153282558026114550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/3153282558026114550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/03/wiggle-and-sneak.html' title='Wiggle and Sneak'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S6ovj-Kh4WI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OSpngpvZcgo/s72-c/Bubble+and+Squeak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-5689445569552663850</id><published>2010-03-09T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T12:04:10.984-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miriam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fort Worth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BYU'/><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's our little princess after a bath. Pictures taken Feb 2010.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S5aiCzLBHDI/AAAAAAAAAPU/T-LI1zS4IHg/s1600-h/Purple+Riding+Hood+Feb+2010+Miriam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446718968331050034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S5aiCzLBHDI/AAAAAAAAAPU/T-LI1zS4IHg/s320/Purple+Riding+Hood+Feb+2010+Miriam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joe and Miriam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S5ah4Sv_fgI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ueLYhvW0s5c/s1600-h/Miriam+and+Daddy+After+Bath+Feb+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446718787829071362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S5ah4Sv_fgI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ueLYhvW0s5c/s320/Miriam+and+Daddy+After+Bath+Feb+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Fort Worth Water Gardens on Joe's dad's birthday weekend. See the following post for details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S5ahn-lgnII/AAAAAAAAAPE/K1eK914G3d8/s1600-h/Water+Gardens+03-06-2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446718507538488450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S5ahn-lgnII/AAAAAAAAAPE/K1eK914G3d8/s320/Water+Gardens+03-06-2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S5ahfbzIuCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/EBbnmU0pUN4/s1600-h/Water+Gardens+Family+Close+Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446718360761448482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S5ahfbzIuCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/EBbnmU0pUN4/s320/Water+Gardens+Family+Close+Up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S5ag3NFyxiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/taTOa_hJxc0/s1600-h/Water+Gardens+03-06-2010+Family+Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446717669618402850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S5ag3NFyxiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/taTOa_hJxc0/s320/Water+Gardens+03-06-2010+Family+Pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S5aglty4rII/AAAAAAAAAOs/tK5wlab1nKA/s1600-h/Tricky+Steps+03-06-2010+Water+Gardens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446717369159822466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S5aglty4rII/AAAAAAAAAOs/tK5wlab1nKA/s320/Tricky+Steps+03-06-2010+Water+Gardens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The BYU versus TCU basketball game. Also, see following post for details. GO COUGARS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S5agLTqwOpI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TY1hwvtxByY/s1600-h/BYU+Versus+TCU+Basketball2+03-06-2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446716915469793938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S5agLTqwOpI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TY1hwvtxByY/s320/BYU+Versus+TCU+Basketball2+03-06-2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-5689445569552663850?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/5689445569552663850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/03/pictures.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/5689445569552663850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/5689445569552663850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/03/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S5aiCzLBHDI/AAAAAAAAAPU/T-LI1zS4IHg/s72-c/Purple+Riding+Hood+Feb+2010+Miriam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-2749300621164836709</id><published>2010-03-08T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:02:50.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miriam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fort Worth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BYU'/><title type='text'>Big Weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend we celebrated Joe's dad's birthday. Also, Miriam is officially five months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a fun Saturday pretending to be tourists in downtown Fort Worth; We visited the Omni Hotel and the Water Gardens and we took lots of pictures (which I'll have to post ASAP). I'm kicking myself that I didn't know about the Water Gardens when my family were visiting last October/November. Hopefully I'll have another opportunity to show them. We all had a good time although I think I enjoyed it more than anyone. I also found the Water Gardens to be among the most challenging navigation experiences I've had in a while with so many stairs and drop-offs with water running everywhere. Still, my record for most challenging is the Spit to Manly hike around Sydney Harbour when I last visited in 2006. That was challenging in a different way though, with so many rippled and uneven sandstone steps and rocky terrain. The Water Gardens on the other hand was just a matter of navigating over straight-edged steps, but there were gaps between each tall step with water gushing through, so although it was reasonably predictable, the stakes were higher if I made a mis-step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday evening we donned our BYU gear and went to the BYU versus TCU basketball game. I thought the blues would be in the minority among the crowd, but boy was I surprised--we dominated. One TCU fan said we were "like cockroaches"--blue cockroaches that came up out of nowhere and took over the place! *laughs* Despite a crummy start, BYU won by thirty points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated the birthday win with a barbecue dinner. While eating, we looked over at Miriam in her carseat to find that she had managed to pick up her little half bottle of milk left over from the car ride and was swigging away. We've never seen her do anything like this before. She changes so fast and never ceases to amaze. I suppose lingering hunger brought out her resourcefulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret to say that Miriam had her first accident on Sunday at church involving a split second, a countertop, and a hard floor. It was awful and I was sure in that moment that I was the worst mother in the world, but luckily for us all her diaper absorbed most of the impact and she has recovered a hundred times faster than me. That was the one event that marred the weekend, but thankfully no harm done and I learned a few valuable lessons, not the least of which is how precious that little firl is to me. I also think I need to learn to be more calm and constructive and less panicky and shame-filled just in case I ever have to deal with a real emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly go on with this post, but the day did improve with a birthday dinner and a Sunday drive. It was in the end an enjoyable weekend and we all lived to tell the tale&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-2749300621164836709?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/2749300621164836709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-weekend.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/2749300621164836709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/2749300621164836709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-weekend.html' title='Big Weekend'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-4624611771576176314</id><published>2010-03-03T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T14:17:51.337-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miriam'/><title type='text'>Miriam at 4.5 Months</title><content type='html'>Poor Miriam has a cold. Until the last few days she was beginning to make a breakthrough with her sleeping habits; A few times last weeks he almost slept all the way through the night from 10pm to 6am. I say"almost" because on each of those nights she woke up once but wentright back to sleep when I put a binky in her mouth. On those nights she went the whole night without eating though, so that constitutes a breakthrough considering that she most nights still eats twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my sleeping habits, I'm much more a night owl than I used to be. For example, Joe's dad has been staying with us for a while now and the other night he got home really late after a super long day of renovating houses. He walked in the door right after Joe and I had gone to bed. Joe had already fallen asleep and I decided to get up and say hi, mostly because I hate the thought of a man coming home to zero greeting. So, we chatted for fifteen minutes or so while he made himself some dinner. (Just as a side note, Dave has been a fairly easyhouse guest for the past two months. He's no trouble, buys a few groceries here and there, and loves baby Miriam. He keeps saying he'll be moving into his own place soon, but in any case, we all seem to be getting along rather well and time has flown.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep in until around 7:30 or 8 most days. Well, I mostly cat napafter Miriam eats at 4 or 5 and Joe gets up at 6. Miriam usually wakes up again somewhere in there too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-4624611771576176314?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/4624611771576176314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/03/miriam-at-45-months.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4624611771576176314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4624611771576176314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/03/miriam-at-45-months.html' title='Miriam at 4.5 Months'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-4292176549146165588</id><published>2010-03-01T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:40:44.449-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fort Worth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe-ism'/><title type='text'>Cowtown Half Marithon 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S4wGifUQMQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Zl8zvbz6QpM/s1600-h/Cowtown+Half+Marithon+02-27-2010+Joe+Lou+Mir+Mich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443733239175852290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S4wGifUQMQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Zl8zvbz6QpM/s320/Cowtown+Half+Marithon+02-27-2010+Joe+Lou+Mir+Mich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we all are: Joe, Louise, Miriam, and Michelle after the Cowtown Half Marithon in Fort Worth last Saturday. Joe ran the half while Michelle ran the 5k and Miriam and I were the cheer squad along with our friend Tiffany Anderson, whose husband, Adam, was also running. It was a beautiful sunny but brisk morning. Congratulations to our runners! Joe's time was 1hr 49mins; He's quite satisfied. Also, his medal is pretty nifty--it is designed so that if you earn five medals over successive years, the wedges will fit together to make a texas star.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-4292176549146165588?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/4292176549146165588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/03/cowtown-half-marithon-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4292176549146165588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4292176549146165588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/03/cowtown-half-marithon-2010.html' title='Cowtown Half Marithon 2010'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S4wGifUQMQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Zl8zvbz6QpM/s72-c/Cowtown+Half+Marithon+02-27-2010+Joe+Lou+Mir+Mich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-7071383826928305216</id><published>2010-02-24T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:39:11.267-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miriam'/><title type='text'>Let the Fun Begin!</title><content type='html'>Miriam is becoming an active baby. Joe had to wrestle her in church last Sunday while I was up on the stand leading the music. She's also developing an obsession with practicing standing up on my lap. I've now started putting her into her Jolly Jumper--some people call it a Johnny Jump Up--the contraption that hangs in a doorway and the baby jumps up and down in it. Well, Miriam isn't quite jumping yet, but she seems to like to wiggle in it or shuffle herself around to face one direction or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this exercise must be developing her gluteus maximus *smiles* because she has also moved up in diaper sizes. Speaking of which... I left her on the floor for a few minutes after changing her diaper yesterday, and when I came back, she had rolled over onto her tummy and was doing a pretty decent-looking baby push-up! She's never rolled over on a flat surface before, so this was a first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-7071383826928305216?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/7071383826928305216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-fun-begin.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/7071383826928305216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/7071383826928305216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-fun-begin.html' title='Let the Fun Begin!'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-6430738425967963287</id><published>2010-02-15T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:39:03.272-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miriam'/><title type='text'>4 Month Check Up</title><content type='html'>Just as her two month doctor appointment, Miriam is still in the 75th percentile for weight, height, and head circumference. She now weighs 14lbs 10oz. She's still healthy and happy, and her binky is her best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-6430738425967963287?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/6430738425967963287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/02/4-month-check-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/6430738425967963287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/6430738425967963287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/02/4-month-check-up.html' title='4 Month Check Up'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-3770273665058447655</id><published>2010-02-12T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T15:07:03.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fort Worth'/><title type='text'>Slushed In</title><content type='html'>If we were snowed in yesterday, then today we are definitely slushed in! Fort Worth received a record twelve inches of snow yesterday—it snowed and it snowed all day long end we wound up with more snow than this area has ever seen. I know it’s not quite like the six feet or so that’s been piling up in the DC area, but for DFW it’s pretty wild and white! Now it’s raining and all that fluffy stuff is turning to slush, but I’m surprised it lasted as long as it did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-3770273665058447655?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/3770273665058447655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/02/slushed-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/3770273665058447655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/3770273665058447655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/02/slushed-in.html' title='Slushed In'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-5456518271784701801</id><published>2010-02-09T07:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T07:52:50.377-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miriam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Precious Moments</title><content type='html'>Family Home Evening was the highlight of my day yesterday. The three of us sat on the bed while Joe read an article from the Ensign magazine. Miriam was her best self. She was cuddled up under a pink blanky with a binky in her mouth and staring up at us with her big blue eyes. I should have taken a picture but didn’t want to spoil the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-5456518271784701801?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/5456518271784701801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/02/precious-moments.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/5456518271784701801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/5456518271784701801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/02/precious-moments.html' title='Precious Moments'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-7541617173685575933</id><published>2010-01-29T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T14:29:21.969-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Values'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Politically Correct or Actually Correct</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S2Nc3_WcxOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nHhnDxbHiS8/s1600-h/In+God+We+Trust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432287692507104482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S2Nc3_WcxOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nHhnDxbHiS8/s320/In+God+We+Trust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy thinking of little things about my childhood that would seem unusual for children today. Granted, I grew up in Australia, not the USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days there is so much to do with the seperation of church and state. Christmas is typically discouraged in state schools, at least in the US, but  I need to check up on today's Australia. When I was in elementary school we had "scripture". Every Friday our class "scripture teacher", a community volunteer, would come and teach an hour-long lesson on Bible stories. We each had an age-appropriate workbook full of illustrated worksheets to complete. When I was in fifth grade, we had an LDS combined class (of about three or four of us from the whole school) which i think my mum taught, but I can't remember , but until that point , everyone just had a generic christian lesson together with all the other kids in their regular class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the idea of scripture in school. So long as Christian values are being taught, and parents can teach the finer points of doctrine at home. I think the home is still the primary place to teach values, but it would be ideal if schools would also include values in their curriculum. Having said that, I get the impression that schools today often teach left-of-center values. Of course, they are not taught as values though, they are taught as truths. So, I guess by values I really mean truths. Of course, I don't believe most so-called truths to actually be true. Some overarching so-called truths of the popular left are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have to save the earth because we bad humans are destroying it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ancient/primative cultures were more peaceful and earth-respecting than today's cultures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homosexuality is as good as heterosexuality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Islam, Buddhism, and atheism are as good in every respect as Christianity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Europeans are more refined and enlightened than Americans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people are bad because their environment causes them to be that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Equality is more important than freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Just to state a few of my perceptions. Some might want to challenge these, and they're probably right that I could better phrase them, but you get the point I hope. My perception at least is that some are taught overtly, such as the save the earth stuff and the homosexuality stuff. Of the subvert doctrines, I think kids get the idea that Europeans are better than Americans perhaps because of high-end fashion and also I've heard many young adults say things like "I just love meeting people from other countries. They're so interesting and all the Americans are so milk-toast. (I actually heard this from someone teaching a young Women lesson at church! Even being the only non-American in the room, I thought of correcting her, but figured a debate would only drag things further off topic.) I think the statement is more a case of the grass being greener on the other side. It assumes that the values of people from other countries are superior to American values. Yes, it's great meeting people from other countries, but it's very simplistic to say that Americans are generally boring or somehow not as good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started out just to record a little memory of my childhood, but then my brain went off on this tangent. I admit that I haven't refined these statements or my thoughts yet, but in a general way, I believe my objections to be correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bottom line is, (and I paraphrase from one of my favorite writers/speaker, Dennis Prager) "The notion of political correctness by nature is in opposition to truth or actual correctness."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-7541617173685575933?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/7541617173685575933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/01/politically-correct-or-actually-correct.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/7541617173685575933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/7541617173685575933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/01/politically-correct-or-actually-correct.html' title='Politically Correct or Actually Correct'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S2Nc3_WcxOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nHhnDxbHiS8/s72-c/In+God+We+Trust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-8820160673890991591</id><published>2010-01-19T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T10:07:37.615-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miriam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Welcome Miriam</title><content type='html'>Welcome Miriam! We’re so glad you arrived! Getting to know you has been a joy. We love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S1XzGDo7mPI/AAAAAAAAANo/29eR0EMYk4Q/s1600-h/Family+Picture+10-10-2009"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428512211246749938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S1XzGDo7mPI/AAAAAAAAANo/29eR0EMYk4Q/s400/Family+Picture+10-10-2009" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picture: Joe, Louise, and three-day-old baby Miriam--Just home from the hospital 10-10-2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wrote this journal article on 12/16/2009 and have finally edited it for general consumption.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m finally sitting down to write a record of Miriam’s birth. Back in September I was naïve enough to think I would bounce right back within a week or so, but here I am with a two-month-old and finally entering what a friend of mine dubs “the new normal.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been having small contractions for two weeks preceding the birth, some regular, some not. We scheduled an induction two days after the due date and arrived at the hospital at 7am. According to the nurse’s gadgets I was already having contractions at eight minutes apart even before they  induced… (funny that I hadn’t noticed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They administered the pitosen at around eight or nine and by mid morning I requested the epidural—a preemptive strike. By the time the epi guy arrived, I was sure glad. I was brave for the needle. Once upon a time I might have fainted, but then again, what is bravery really when millions of mothers have given birth without pain meds! Sane people choose the meds if they are given the option though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe took a little video interview of me right after the drugs were administered. I told him basically that the epidural was the best thing that had happened to me in the last nine months! No more labor pain, and miraculously, no more pregnancy discomfort—bonus! I had forgotten what lying down comfortably in a bed felt like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time went on and contractions got stronger, I wasn’t completely pain free; I still had pain in my hips, but of course it was leagues better than the alternative. The interesting part was that I could feel the pressure of contractions and although I could not lift my legs, I could shuffle them across the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 1pm I was ready to push. All had happened relatively quickly up until that point, so we expected to have a baby within the hour, but not so. Miriam was head down, but facing up, so she got stuck, unable to pass my pelvic bone. The nurses helped me into several different positions to encourage her to shift. Joe was being very attentive throughout the whole time. I wasn’t able to eat or drink, but he was holding my hand, counting with the nurses, and feeding me crushed ice on a spoon to keep me going. What a champ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole time I was listening to her heartbeat on the monitor and was just glad to know she was okay, but after three hours of pushing I was getting exhausted. However, at 4:15pm she arrived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I think many mothers are impatient to see and hold their baby, but I can remember just feeling relieved that she made it and glad to know that she had her daddy and a flock of nurses taking care of her. Within a few minutes Joe brought Miriam over. She looked peaceful with her eyes closed, but she perked up a bit when I nursed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, Miriam was born at 4:15pm on October 7th, which equates to 8:15am on October 8thin Australia, which is within five minutes of my birth date and time. So, one might say that from the time I first saw my mother’s face to the time I saw my first daughter’s face, it was exactly twenty-seven years to the minute. Further trivia is that Miriam and I were both born on a Wednesday. To complete the stats, Miriam weighed 7 pounds and 13 ounces and was 19 inches long. (I think I was seven pounds seven ounces and I’m not sure how long.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still further trivia, but of much less interest perhaps, is that I used exactly one bag of the epidural medicine. I think a bag costs about $500, so in a second respect, the birth could not have been timed better since I did not end up requesting a second bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While feeding Miriam for the first time, I was craving apple juice like no other! I drank cup after cup of the stuff before digging into my first meal of the day. Joe also got himself a meal and me another large bottle of apple juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later Miriam was wheeled off for a proper check over in the nursery while I was wheeled off to my new room. I thought that by this point I would be impatient to tell the world the news. This was about the opposite of my real feelings by this point, so it was lucky that I had Joe to take care of all that for me. I did eventually call Mum to let her know though… about four hours later! I’m lucky she’s not the kind to be impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 10pm that night while Joe was changing a diaper, Miriam began choking and turning blue! We had a moment of mad scrambling as my call button was on the arm of the chair where I couldn’t reach it from the bed, but after a moment of panic, we managed to get it pushed. Thanks to Joe, she was back to breathing again and nurses arrived within a minute. We remembered that she had swallowed some amniotic fluid during the birth and so she was taken to the nursery to be suctioned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was returned to us at around midnight, but when I tried to feed her, she was uninterested, and soon began to choke again. Joe was quick with the suction bulb, but of course she had to take another trip to the nursery. We got the report at around 3am that she had continued to have troubles and so they had called Dr. McGueehee, our pediatrician, and he had recommended that she be sent to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) where she could be monitored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the late night, pain and fatigue from the birth, an appointment with the lactation specialist, and a temporary closure of the NICU because of some unstable babies, I didn’t see Miriam again until noon—twelve hours from when I had last seen her. This was not the first night with baby that I had imagined and I was mildly sorry to have woken Dr. M., but glad to know that Miriam was safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Miriam had no further problems after that first night, she had to stay in the NICU for at least 48 hours, so the next two days were a constant stress getting back and forth from one end of the hospital to another. She ended up getting most of her meals from a bottle during that time, but I was there at least a handful of times each day and pumping the rest of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hospital room was very nice—like a hotel minus the carpet. Thursday was my birthday and the hospital delivered a birthday cake with my lunch that day—Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miriam was released to be in the hospital room with me on Friday night. This made things so much better. My milk also came in that night and although it hasn't been that easy, ever since, I’ve had a peculiar satisfaction from hearing her gulp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-8820160673890991591?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/8820160673890991591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-miriam.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/8820160673890991591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/8820160673890991591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-miriam.html' title='Welcome Miriam'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/S1XzGDo7mPI/AAAAAAAAANo/29eR0EMYk4Q/s72-c/Family+Picture+10-10-2009' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-6877702913312498794</id><published>2009-10-01T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T07:17:05.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>On Your Marks...</title><content type='html'>Been awake half the night with contractions which have since stopped. Now just waiting for the rhythm to kick back in so we can get this show on the road. Is October 1st just wishful thinking??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-6877702913312498794?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/6877702913312498794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-your-marks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/6877702913312498794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/6877702913312498794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-your-marks.html' title='On Your Marks...'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-2704198328548677976</id><published>2009-09-30T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:43:29.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>How Long is a Piece of String?</title><content type='html'>Back from the doctor's office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says I could go into labor any time, possibly tomorrow but almost certainly by the weekend. If not, he is happy to schedule an induction any time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby has descended just a little further (now about -2.5cm). I'm 90 per cent effaced just as last week. Beginning to dilate but not yet at a measurable point. He says that once labor kicks in that will happen pretty quickly though in my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says the bottom line is that my situation is the most favorable for a first time mother that he's seen this month.A+ for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just waiting and trying to squeeze in some extra tasks in the meantime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-2704198328548677976?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/2704198328548677976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-long-is-piece-of-string.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/2704198328548677976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/2704198328548677976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-long-is-piece-of-string.html' title='How Long is a Piece of String?'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-9196863499552835993</id><published>2009-09-28T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:38:10.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bargains'/><title type='text'>Fun With the Lunts</title><content type='html'>Just got back from lunch and a trip to the thrift store with Natalie and Judy Lunt. Had fun and found a few bargains--a few winter outfits for baby and a Fisher Price baby bathtub (sells for about $20 new, but I got it for $7). Not bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-9196863499552835993?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/9196863499552835993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-with-lunts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/9196863499552835993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/9196863499552835993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-with-lunts.html' title='Fun With the Lunts'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-3698111287051081091</id><published>2009-09-27T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:59:54.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>By Popular Request...</title><content type='html'>39 weeks! Take a look now because this belly will not be around much longer...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SsAzJdsqZbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ZHxCJbp9YRI/s1600-h/39+Weeks"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386361392018908594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SsAzJdsqZbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ZHxCJbp9YRI/s320/39+Weeks" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This may well have been our last Sunday at church pre-parenthood...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SsAxGbdThwI/AAAAAAAAALs/pXN1xWZA0jA/s1600-h/39+Weeks+Joe+%26+Louise"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386359140854761218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SsAxGbdThwI/AAAAAAAAALs/pXN1xWZA0jA/s320/39+Weeks+Joe+%26+Louise" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;37 weeks with no need for a dinner tray--the belly serves a dual purpose although there's no guarantee of staying crumb free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SsAwg1jG1BI/AAAAAAAAALc/qiNF1Fk66QA/s1600-h/37+Weeks"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386358495023387666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SsAwg1jG1BI/AAAAAAAAALc/qiNF1Fk66QA/s320/37+Weeks" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 36 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SsAwGpSJOaI/AAAAAAAAALU/BB4XUdOtXCA/s1600-h/Pregnancy+36+Weeks+Louise"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386358045054417314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SsAwGpSJOaI/AAAAAAAAALU/BB4XUdOtXCA/s320/Pregnancy+36+Weeks+Louise" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-3698111287051081091?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/3698111287051081091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/09/by-popular-request.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/3698111287051081091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/3698111287051081091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/09/by-popular-request.html' title='By Popular Request...'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SsAzJdsqZbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ZHxCJbp9YRI/s72-c/39+Weeks' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-153520145630430165</id><published>2009-09-21T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:40:53.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fort Worth'/><title type='text'>September 2009 Update</title><content type='html'>The procrastination ends here--I'm finally writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first news is that our baby is due in just two weeks! All seems to be going well. I’m not hating the third trimester as much as I could be… I’m still in pretty good health and the baby seems to be doing well too. She’s pretty active and those lungs seem to be developing—as evidenced by her daily hiccoughs. I wonder if she’ll be as hiccoughy when she reaches the outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m down to weekly doc appointments now. Got my first ever flu shot. Last appointment the doc did an impromptu sonogram to check the baby’s position; her head is down but her body is a bit oblique. Her butt is sticking out towards my left hip and her feet are pointing over to my right hip. Doc says it’s nothing to worry about, but we’ll keep an eye on it. Also, I’ve been pretty steadily gaining weight at about three pounds per week for the past month. That’s probably more than expected (by me), but I’m still within normal ranges. Last of all, I’ve been having some pre-labor contractions for the past four days or so. So far it doesn’t hurt, but it seems to wake me up in the morning and happens several times a day for maybe thirty seconds at a time. My belly just tightens up and gets uncomfortable for a bit, makes me a little out of breath, and then it slips away again. I’m pretty sure this is the “dropping” phase since the baby seems to be sinking down a bit lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here comes another little contraction…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other less exciting news, our renters in our San Antonio house have been having trouble paying their rent. This hasn’t been a very fun situation for any of us, least of all for them I’m sure. We’ve prayed for them every day this month I think. We’re feeling bad for them but learning that we need to be a bit tougher so we can avoid falling into their situation. Paying rent here and mortgage there isn’t sustainable for too long. Still, I consider this month’s mortgage payment like tuition in a real estate class. It’s just like Grandpa Walch says “Well then, that’s your thousand dollar education!” Shucks. Also, I think I’ve gained a better understanding of the gospel concepts of justice and mercy. I sure wish some savior would come to give our renters mercy, and to satisfy the justice our bank account demands. Still, the more time goes on and the more we hear about their financial woes, the more it becomes apparent that mercy for them might be to have them move into a cheaper place. As for us, we’re grateful to be feeling the peace and protective power of paying tithing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, just to mention a little something of our life in Fort Worth this month, we finally tried out Uncle Julio’s, a Mexican restaurant close by that always has a full parking lot. After a beautiful walk in the Fort Worth Botanic Gardens, we went to Uncle Julio’s and pulled out all the stops with a lobster and fajita platter and they gave us a complimentary plate of sopa pillas. So delish. I think that’s about the most we’ve ever spent on a meal, so it’s lucky our grocery bill came in well under budget this week. You know, if it weren’t for our usual diet of rice, beans, cereal and PB&amp;amp;Js, I think I’d feel guilty. Instead I’ll just settle for feeling grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-153520145630430165?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/153520145630430165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-2009-update.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/153520145630430165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/153520145630430165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-2009-update.html' title='September 2009 Update'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-2856175156871927433</id><published>2009-08-31T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:16:05.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe-ism'/><title type='text'>Cottage Cheese &amp; Apple Sauce</title><content type='html'>Louise: This cottage cheese and apple sauce is so tasty. You should eat some too.&lt;br /&gt;Joe: I probably will when I'm older.&lt;br /&gt;Louise: ...What? You mean only when your choices are more limited...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-2856175156871927433?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/2856175156871927433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/08/cottage-cheese-apple-sauce.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/2856175156871927433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/2856175156871927433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/08/cottage-cheese-apple-sauce.html' title='Cottage Cheese &amp; Apple Sauce'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-7700925303929822566</id><published>2009-08-25T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T07:47:30.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe-ism'/><title type='text'>Pork: The "Other" White Meat</title><content type='html'>Joe: (singing in the kitchen while making tacos with some leftover roast pork) Pork-pork-pork-pork. Pork-pork-pork-pork...&lt;br /&gt;Louise: You're starting to sound like a chicken.&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Pork-pork-pork-pork. Eat more pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SpP4sQdXonI/AAAAAAAAAK0/E62kFirlFCQ/s1600-h/EatMoreChicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373912219599217266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SpP4sQdXonI/AAAAAAAAAK0/E62kFirlFCQ/s320/EatMoreChicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-7700925303929822566?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/7700925303929822566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/08/pork-other-white-meat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/7700925303929822566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/7700925303929822566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/08/pork-other-white-meat.html' title='Pork: The &quot;Other&quot; White Meat'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SpP4sQdXonI/AAAAAAAAAK0/E62kFirlFCQ/s72-c/EatMoreChicken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-774042616789650951</id><published>2009-08-21T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:07:26.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Occasion to Laugh</title><content type='html'>A few weeks back, Joe had just gotten back from a run and was finishing up with some pushups. Meanwhile, I got a little ambitious and decided to drop and do a few myself. This immediately triggered my laughter because from this stance, a minute bend to the elbows caused my belly to be on the floor. Shucks... No pushups for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-774042616789650951?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/774042616789650951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/08/occasion-to-laugh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/774042616789650951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/774042616789650951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/08/occasion-to-laugh.html' title='Occasion to Laugh'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-1669458362426056736</id><published>2009-08-14T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:19:42.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pARENTING'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bLINDNESS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aRTICLES'/><title type='text'>I'm blind – and I'm a good mother</title><content type='html'>The following article was published in the British newspaper, The Guardian, on Saturday, 8 August 2009. This is for any of you who might have been wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amie Slavin lost her sight in 1997 and has brought up her two daughters by touch. This, she promises, is easier than you might think. Being blind does not make her an incompetent mother – and yet people assume that she must be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SoWoWb7HiHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/A-uiu20M-CM/s1600-h/Blind+Mother+Amie+Slavin+UK+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369883234115487858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SoWoWb7HiHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/A-uiu20M-CM/s320/Blind+Mother+Amie+Slavin+UK+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amie Slavin with her children Sophie (three) and Jihana (15 months). Photograph: Fabio De Paola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hard labour, as a lifestyle choice, has more to recommend it than I could have guessed. From those first few hours of holding Sophia, my firstborn, curled on my forearm learning to breastfeed, to the most recent round of pre-breakfast Ride a Cockhorse, bouncing two "fine ladies" on my tired knees, I have been a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I always knew that parenting would present different challenges for me, compared with more mainstream mothers because I have been blind since 1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The practicalities of bringing up children without eyesight are not, for the most part, nearly as hard as you might think. Changing nappies isn't especially difficult if you're used to doing everything by touch. There's no mystery about it. I don't explore faecal matter with my fingers, neither do I leave my baby half-cleaned. I simply use a combination of touch and smell to determine how cleaning is progressing, and if it gets out of hand and I begin to lose the will to live, well, 10 minutes suffices for a bath and change of clothes: foolproof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeding is also achievable, if slightly more exciting. In the early days of weaning, I would collect a spoonful of food with my right hand while lightly resting my left hand on her right shoulder. In this way I could monitor the position of her head and use my thumb to assess the in (and especially out) flow. I didn't aim the spoon directly in but used my fingertips to detect her mouth and its degree of openness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next would come the lightning transition from obliquely hovering spoonful to precisely administered tasty mouthful without jabbing the gums, touching the soft palate or twanging the lips or tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running my household is more complex, yet still not impossible. Recently, for instance, while sorting laundry, I flicked the corner of a duvet cover into Sophia's abandoned water cup, tipping it on to the floor. I reached for the kitchen roll and knocked over a brand new bottle of multi-surface cleaner which, defying its "sealed" status, sloshed its contents liberally over the kitchen's cork tiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing kitchen roll on to the spilled water, I set about wiping up the surface cleaner. My wonderfully helpful (and terrifyingly valuable) new guide dog instantly joined in, diving first into the surface cleaner (to my panic) and then, on my rebuff, seizing the water-soaked kitchen roll and dancing off with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flustered and swearing by now, I chased and caught the dog and paper, sending one from the room and the other to landfill; mopped up the surface cleaner, recaptured my laundry and began to congratulate myself on a household crisis averted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brimming with competence, I returned to make the supper I should have started half an hour earlier. Deftly chopping three huge garlic cloves in record time and hurling them at the hot pan … I missed completely!&lt;br /&gt;Still, avoidance of these annoying minor disasters is possible by taking extra time and using forethought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working hard to establish good enough relationships with my daughters that they don't get any ideas about taking advantage of my blindness. So far, I've come down hard on Sophia's "I've finished my food but I don't want you to feel," (obviously unfinished food then), and her plaintive aside to her father, "Don't let her touch my wrist because she'll make me wear long sleeves," and it seems to be paying off. I'm hoping to instil in them the understanding that I am able to detect bad behaviour by means more sophisticated than mere eyesight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unlikely to win future battles with my girls along the lines of "You're not going anywhere dressed like that." I'm actually quite at ease with the reality that they must be taught to respect and value themselves enough to make their own good decisions on dress and behaviour as they grow into their teenage years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most difficult thing to deal with is not changing nappies, or feeding and cooking, or the exhausting minefield of sightless household management (even the most difficult of such things are possible to overcome by letting go of pride sufficiently to ask for help, if all else fails). No, the really difficult and demoralising challenge I face is other people's attitudes to impairment in general, and to blind parents in particular.&lt;br /&gt;There aren't many blind parents and we are consequently marginalised. My health visitor tells me that while she can easily get me the free Book Start pack in any of 26 languages, there is no possibility of getting it in braille/print, a combination of print and pictures with braille text that allows blind parents to read with sighted children. There is, in fact, no source of such books for sale in the UK, despite the fact that they are relatively easy to produce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equally shocking to me was the absence of any of the NHS pregnancy and birth information in either braille, audio or electronic formats. I embarked on motherhood blind, in more than one sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B ut all of this pales into insignificance when compared with the way people treat me. Traffic slows down to watch me walking with my guide dog and children. Strangers, and even friends, will seize the slightest chance to ask my husband if I can cook and change nappies. People gawp shamelessly every time I wipe a nose or tie a shoelace and openly express surprise that I am not oblivious to my children's actions when they are not physically attached to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Sophia grows bigger and cleverer, the suspicion among the general public that she is my carer is becoming almost tangible. Just last weekend, for instance, her adherence to the highway code prompted an admiring comment from a passer-by. I turned to smile at the onlooker, pleased that our road safety training was being appreciated, only to find the words being hurriedly bitten back, the person moving swiftly away, as they apparently drew the conclusion that the careful road-crossing was not for my three-year-old's benefit, but for mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am regularly quizzed about my ability to feed and clean my children, the sceptical tone of the questioning barely concealing the suspicion that it's really my husband who does everything. Some people will even ignore my girls' cries for mummy, assuming that, with a mother like me, they must be meaning daddy (which has led, on several occasions, to a gratifying clarification as their screams intensify until they are returned to me).&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that some aspects of blind parenting are a frustrating slog. It is, of course, harder for me than it is for other mothers to do all sorts of things. This is life as I know it, though. I am not surprised by struggle and difficulty. They are old adversaries for anyone determined not to be excluded from life by a severe &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/society/disability"&gt;disability&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are bonuses too, such as my older daughter's burgeoning vocabulary, born of the necessity to make her meaning clear to me, and the extraordinary gentleness my reared-by-touch babies regard as the norm.&lt;br /&gt;The only real killer is the assumption that I must be a lonely inadequate, incapable of functional living and normal &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/family"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt; life. Sometimes, when I tell people about my children in their absence, I sense a moment's pause while they try to decide if it can be true that I have children. There is a drawing back, as though I may be in the grip of psychosis. The pause will end with a querulous countering: "But you can't see. How can you have kids?", as though I may not be aware that I am blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was summed up for me recently when, escaping the mayhem of a family Saturday at home, I slipped out for an hour's quiet shopping. Lurking guiltily around the designer perfumes, I overheard a woman telling her child (with no attempt to lower her voice) how lovely it was for me to have a guide dog as, "It's company for her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response to this was, I confess, somewhat crisp."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="&amp;amp;lid="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2009/aug/08/blind-motherhood-disability"&gt;http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2009/aug/08/blind-motherhood-disability&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle"&gt;e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-1669458362426056736?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/1669458362426056736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-blind-and-im-good-mother.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1669458362426056736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1669458362426056736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-blind-and-im-good-mother.html' title='I&apos;m blind – and I&apos;m a good mother'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SoWoWb7HiHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/A-uiu20M-CM/s72-c/Blind+Mother+Amie+Slavin+UK+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-5521172547815613252</id><published>2009-08-14T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:07:45.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>32 Down, 8 To Go</title><content type='html'>Today we took a tour of the Andrews Women's Hospital which is part of the Baylor Medical Center in Fort Worth. I came to find out that I'm going to deliver this baby in the poshest hospital I've ever seen, with all private rooms, private bathroom with some kind of jetted shower, TV, DVD, personal mini fridge, a plush sitting area and bed for Joe. It's like a fancy hotel room minus the carpet. If I weren't nervous, I might actually be looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doc says I'm measuring exactly right -- 32 inches at 32 weeks. So far this looks like an average sized baby and I've gained 21 pounds to date. Sorry to bore my readers with the details (which I mainly write for my own benefit).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-5521172547815613252?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/5521172547815613252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/08/32-down-8-to-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/5521172547815613252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/5521172547815613252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/08/32-down-8-to-go.html' title='32 Down, 8 To Go'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-8016492972262694404</id><published>2009-07-30T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:39:27.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Horror Stories Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SnIu4OSgXcI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dZ0al036hAU/s1600-h/Nurse+With+Big+Needle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364401649594949058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SnIu4OSgXcI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dZ0al036hAU/s320/Nurse+With+Big+Needle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I had to receive my dreaded Rogan shot today because I have A negative blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it wasn't so bad after all. I went in thinking that "Intra Muscular" was a polite way of saying they'd have to give me a big needle stick to the butt. Thus, I was pleasantly surprised that it was only a smallish needle in the arm. Hopefully labor will be the same way. Just tell me the horror stories so I can prepare for the worst and then... hopefully... be pleasantly surprised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS At 30 weeks I've gained 20.5lbs, which is only a fraction of a pound more than I weighed two weeks ago. Apparently that big growth spurt has leveled out for a moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPS The baby has the hiccups right now, and Joe felt it for the first time last night. It's intriguing, but also a bit distracting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-8016492972262694404?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/8016492972262694404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/07/horror-stories-please.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/8016492972262694404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/8016492972262694404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/07/horror-stories-please.html' title='Horror Stories Please'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SnIu4OSgXcI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dZ0al036hAU/s72-c/Nurse+With+Big+Needle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-2848724308168468763</id><published>2009-07-27T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:25:57.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Farewell Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Sm42bGNJa4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/-bzjKikL0VA/s1600-h/Penny+%26+Rocky+06-24-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363284045394963330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Sm42bGNJa4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/-bzjKikL0VA/s400/Penny+%26+Rocky+06-24-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a month since I said farewell to my doggy friend Penny. I'm still sad that I had to give her away when we moved, but hopefully she's too busy having fun with her new owners to feel the same way I do. Here is a picture of me and Joe with Penny, Uncle Rocky (Garrett Taylor's dog who is not really her Uncle, but they look like twinners), and P-dog's new owner, Ernest Flores. I think this was the first time in Penny-Rocky history that they both stood still while in each other's presence, and Joe's mom, Anne Taylor caught it on camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-2848724308168468763?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/2848724308168468763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/07/farewell-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/2848724308168468763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/2848724308168468763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/07/farewell-friend.html' title='Farewell Friend'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Sm42bGNJa4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/-bzjKikL0VA/s72-c/Penny+%26+Rocky+06-24-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-852015352435815906</id><published>2009-07-27T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:11:42.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>July 2009 Update</title><content type='html'>I've been in and out a lot this month. Just five days after moving into our new apartment, I was off to Detroit for the annual NFB national convention. I felt the baby hiccup for the first time on the night of July 4th while in Detroit. I didn't feel it again for a long time, but for the last few days those hiccups have returned like a little pulse in my belly. As for Detroit, the city was pretty shabby in my opinion, although the Detroit Riverwalk was a pleasant surprise. I stayed in the Marriott Renaissance Center Hotel (a.k.a. the GM Building) and my room had a view of Canada across the river. Had fun with friends and got some work done including administering the braille exam yet again. Here are a few pictures from the week, although I wish I had more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Sm4ngxI7E3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/A5oPPTFhwDY/s1600-h/Detroit+Renaissance+Center+July+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363267650144899954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Sm4ngxI7E3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/A5oPPTFhwDY/s320/Detroit+Renaissance+Center+July+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Detroit Renaissance Center on the Riverwalk where we stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Sm4nPsOrsTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/W5JDmkrmzRU/s1600-h/Hot+Mamas+Terri+%26+Louise+07-08-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363267356769104178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Sm4nPsOrsTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/W5JDmkrmzRU/s320/Hot+Mamas+Terri+%26+Louise+07-08-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me with my Cambodian/Californian friend Terri Rupp who is due to have a baby a few weeks after me. She's married to a fire-fighter and they live in Vegas but we were once neighbors at the Louisiana Center for the Blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Sm4nIN6xloI/AAAAAAAAAJo/JqjdbMfIXvc/s1600-h/LCB+Luncheon+Louise+Heath+Deja+07-06-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363267228373456514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Sm4nIN6xloI/AAAAAAAAAJo/JqjdbMfIXvc/s320/LCB+Luncheon+Louise+Heath+Deja+07-06-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me at lunch with my buddies Heath, the country boy from Louisiana, and Deja my old friend from Utah. I was feeling under-dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a day after arriving home from Detroit, we drove back to San Antonio for Amanda Taylor's wedding. Amanda is Joe's littlest step sister. The wedding was beautiful and it was nice to see so many friends. I stayed a few extra days to hang out with the family. My sister-in-law Ashley and my friend Lori were nice enough to throw me a baby shower. Here are some pictures that Ashley put together to remember the event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Sm4m0j_11TI/AAAAAAAAAJg/OEpAX66iAU0/s1600-h/baby_shower1+07-14-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363266890702902578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Sm4m0j_11TI/AAAAAAAAAJg/OEpAX66iAU0/s320/baby_shower1+07-14-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Sm4muJamaDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qUpnTqrKolM/s1600-h/baby_shower2+07-14-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363266780488165426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Sm4muJamaDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qUpnTqrKolM/s320/baby_shower2+07-14-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks girls! I'm so blessed to have so many wonderful family members and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Fort Worth, Joe was able to take me out on a Saturday night in "Cow Town". He drove me past where he works in the city and he took me to see the new Harry Potter movie. We found out that Fort Worth is a pretty happening place at night. All the trees are lit up with lights and there are plenty of people and live music around. We're looking forward to spending a few more Saturday nights out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took a second trip back to San Antonio this past weekend because Joe had to give a presentation at an MD/PhD retreat. Now we're back "home" in Fort Worth for a good while I hope. I say "home" because with so much coming and going it's been a slow transition into feeling like it's actually home, but I think I'm getting there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-852015352435815906?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/852015352435815906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-2009-update.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/852015352435815906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/852015352435815906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-2009-update.html' title='July 2009 Update'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Sm4ngxI7E3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/A5oPPTFhwDY/s72-c/Detroit+Renaissance+Center+July+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-5458824622418608890</id><published>2009-06-24T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:53:10.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Speed Blogging</title><content type='html'>Just got back from Maryland. Joe and I went to our friends' wedding (Mary Jo and Jesse) and visited Joe's sister, Kristen and her family who just moved out there. Now we're back and madly packing boxes for our move to Fort Worth. Definitely in a crazy phase, so this post will be brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like over the past few weeks I've gone from looking possibly pregnant to unmistakeably pregnant. I weighed in at the doc's office this morning at 17.5lbs from my pre-pregnancy weight (8 or so of that appeared over the past five weeks). I'm at 25 weeks right now, and almost done with the second trimester. Also, for the first time today I noticed that I can actually tell where the baby is generally positioned after the doc pointed out that I am bulging out on the right side today. Never really noticed that before... maybe I'm a bit of a dummy. There's about a pound and a half of real baby inside me by now. Other observations are that for the past two weeks I've had a sore belly button where the skin is stretching -- weird -- and this week I've had those small (fake) contractions -- weirder. Overall, still feeling pretty good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 weeks down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-5458824622418608890?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/5458824622418608890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/06/speed-blogging.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/5458824622418608890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/5458824622418608890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/06/speed-blogging.html' title='Speed Blogging'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-4894362957999021019</id><published>2009-06-11T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:25:03.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe-ism'/><title type='text'>Another Joe-ism</title><content type='html'>Joe: Should I wear a tie?&lt;br /&gt;Louise: No, just a pair of nice pants and a button-up.&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Jeans and a button-up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-4894362957999021019?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/4894362957999021019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-joe-ism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4894362957999021019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4894362957999021019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-joe-ism.html' title='Another Joe-ism'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-8125390291195301965</id><published>2009-06-08T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:28:46.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>23 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Si3WyLKW_EI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8ugfegCkb9c/s1600-h/Pregnancy+Louise+23+Weeks+06-06-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345164490236689474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Si3WyLKW_EI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8ugfegCkb9c/s320/Pregnancy+Louise+23+Weeks+06-06-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends were noticing my belly about a month ago, but now their husbands are actually noticing too. I guess I've reached a milestone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-8125390291195301965?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/8125390291195301965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/06/23-weeks.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/8125390291195301965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/8125390291195301965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/06/23-weeks.html' title='23 Weeks'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Si3WyLKW_EI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8ugfegCkb9c/s72-c/Pregnancy+Louise+23+Weeks+06-06-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-5977162204325439641</id><published>2009-06-05T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:03:07.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic joe-ism</title><content type='html'>Louise: I have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Me too... Actually, I don't. I'm just trying to be sympathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-5977162204325439641?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/5977162204325439641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/06/classic-joe-ism.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/5977162204325439641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/5977162204325439641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/06/classic-joe-ism.html' title='Classic joe-ism'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-6667909073405093621</id><published>2009-06-04T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:59:58.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Oink, Oink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Sig1rdZFGZI/AAAAAAAAAII/ACX62rDOF50/s1600-h/Oink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343579978615560594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Sig1rdZFGZI/AAAAAAAAAII/ACX62rDOF50/s320/Oink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm finally full; Just ate two half bagels with ham, cheese, avocado, and salsa, two banana chocolate chip muffins, two glasses of milk... and a popsicle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-6667909073405093621?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/6667909073405093621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/06/oink-oink.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/6667909073405093621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/6667909073405093621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/06/oink-oink.html' title='Oink, Oink!'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Sig1rdZFGZI/AAAAAAAAAII/ACX62rDOF50/s72-c/Oink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-7498824290462124878</id><published>2009-06-01T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:32:53.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Ideal Weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend passed pretty close to my ideal. After Joe finished his qualifying exam on Friday, we ate pizza and went out to see the Pixar movie "Up" in 3D. On Saturday we went out to lunch with our friends Pam and Roland Allen, and Norma and Glen Crosby who were visiting from Louisiana. We went to Tomatillo's Cafe and stayed well past the main course for sopa pillas and flan, and we sat around talking even after the dishes were taken away. I love not being in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and I were so full from lunch that we ate frozen yogurts and fruit for dinner. Joe took me out to buy a few extra pieces of maternity clothing. I'm in love with my new $12 jean capris from Ross. There's nothing like a good deal to make your day bright. We finished up Saturday at home on the couch watching Spider Man 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually my ideal weekend would involve hiking, but on Sunday morning we took the dog on an extra long walk on the school field instead. At church we got to sit together the whole time because neither of us had to teach lessons and we had a combined Priesthood/Relief Society meeting. After church we had a banana split night with David, Ashley, Kristen, Aaron, Lily and Gunnar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-7498824290462124878?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/7498824290462124878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/06/ideal-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/7498824290462124878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/7498824290462124878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/06/ideal-weekend.html' title='Ideal Weekend'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-570496941282644869</id><published>2009-05-26T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T07:36:18.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>House Rented: Prayers Answered</title><content type='html'>God ALWAYS answers our prayers. More than that, it seems like he typically answers in the way we want him to. We must be asking for the right things at the right times (at least 93 percent of the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Day weekend just passed and our house is now rented. A family from Virginia found us on the rental website. He works in construction and his brother-in-law, an airforce guy, lives in the neighborhood behind ours. Together they are particularly handy and there's no doubt they are going to look after the house even better than we would ourselves. They want to be the man-power behind all the little projects (like installing gutters, fixing the bathroom leak, and landscaping the backyard) like we've been meaning to do for a long time. We couldn't be happier to know that our house will be in the hands of people who will care for it. They also have a plan to move at the same time as us, so no worries about inconveniencing family or storing furniture. Now maybe I can sleep (so long as this baby stops squishing my insides -- Not a chance).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-570496941282644869?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/570496941282644869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/05/house-rented-prayers-answered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/570496941282644869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/570496941282644869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/05/house-rented-prayers-answered.html' title='House Rented: Prayers Answered'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-3551761528726568116</id><published>2009-05-24T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T09:38:50.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Baby Gymnast</title><content type='html'>If this baby kicks as much when she's bigger than 12 oz., then I'm really in for it! Well, maybe I exaggerate a little, but she does seem to be cbouncing off the walls in there lately, and this can only be a good thing I suppose. Joe felt it for the first time last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-3551761528726568116?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/3551761528726568116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-gymnast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/3551761528726568116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/3551761528726568116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-gymnast.html' title='Baby Gymnast'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-1155633553238033928</id><published>2009-05-22T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T11:26:20.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>The Good Life</title><content type='html'>I always like hearing the news from home. Talking with Mum and Dad is generally sprinkled with interesting tid-bits about Dad's most recent fishing trip, catching half a dozen flat head in his boat off Birdy Island, or Mum having coaxed a local kookaburra and a pair of magpies to eat out of her hand. It's easy to miss Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Dad showing off the big-fella sunflowers he grew this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/ShdMWz-rBTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JEJFM9pE5LM/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Sunflowers+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338819838064919858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/ShdMWz-rBTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JEJFM9pE5LM/s400/Dad%27s+Sunflowers+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-1155633553238033928?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/1155633553238033928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1155633553238033928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1155633553238033928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-life.html' title='The Good Life'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/ShdMWz-rBTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JEJFM9pE5LM/s72-c/Dad%27s+Sunflowers+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-7730834674948232818</id><published>2009-05-22T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:40:06.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>THINK PINK!</title><content type='html'>The 20 week ultrasound revealed that IT'S A GIRL! I'll post her little portrait soon, but for now, here's the long-awaited picture of my growing self:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Shc_PFRIKhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8FM2aideg6A/s1600-h/Pregnancy+Louise+at+20+Weeks+05-17-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338805411615615506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Shc_PFRIKhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8FM2aideg6A/s320/Pregnancy+Louise+at+20+Weeks+05-17-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've gained 9 lbs so far (which I'm told is about right), and according to the ultrasound, 12 oz. of that belong to the baby (but don't ask me how that was calculated).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I called to tell Joe's mom the news, she asked if we had to stock up on "ribbons or band-aids?" This was somewhat reminiscent of Joe's call to announce our engagement; He was calling to answer her previous question of which picture to use in the family Christmas letter, "the one with or without Louise?".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-7730834674948232818?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/7730834674948232818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/05/think-pink.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/7730834674948232818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/7730834674948232818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/05/think-pink.html' title='THINK PINK!'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Shc_PFRIKhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8FM2aideg6A/s72-c/Pregnancy+Louise+at+20+Weeks+05-17-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-7535647022572900537</id><published>2009-05-16T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:57:01.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All Happening at Once</title><content type='html'>Took a surprise trip to Fort Worth... After researching apartments online, we decided at about 5pm Thursday evening that we'd drive up and check them out. So, we threw a few things in a bag and off we went, stayed in Waco over night, and cruised in after breakfast Friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were kind of like Goldy Locks; The first batch of places were too dumpy (although we considered it for a while on account of the possible savings). The second batch was too ritzy (hmmm... tempting...). But at about 2:30 in the afternoon we found the place that was JUST RIGHT. It's a two bedroom apartment in a gated complex in an established neighborhood with lots of trees and -- best of all -- it backs onto a riverside jogging track. I think we'll like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, today we got notice that some people want to rent our house in San Antonio. We've been scrambling to write up a contract for them to sign on Monday. They want to move in as soon as possible, so that means a lot more scrambling is about to occur on our end. It looks like we'll have two weeks to get the heck outta here! We'll put our furniture in storage for a month and find some living arangement for ourselves while we tie things up here. Life is about to get crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Joe had to change a tire in the rain today. He gave me the job of holding the umbrella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-7535647022572900537?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/7535647022572900537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-all-happening-at-once.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/7535647022572900537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/7535647022572900537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-all-happening-at-once.html' title='It&apos;s All Happening at Once'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-3374788985492207050</id><published>2009-05-12T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T07:53:31.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>660!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SgmNTm4axfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ChWKHWF6cn0/s1600-h/BUS.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334950601591277042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SgmNTm4axfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ChWKHWF6cn0/s200/BUS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can hardly contain my glee! What's all the excitement you ask...? My neighborhood is now served by a BUS! I don't know how long this has been going on without my knowledge, but suddenly I feel reconnected with the world. Realisticly, I might not use it in the month or so we have remaining in San Antonio, but we'll be back, and it makes a big difference knowing that if I can't organize another ride, the 660 bus will be there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-3374788985492207050?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/3374788985492207050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/05/660.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/3374788985492207050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/3374788985492207050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/05/660.html' title='660!!!'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SgmNTm4axfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ChWKHWF6cn0/s72-c/BUS.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-2982301049376748896</id><published>2009-05-08T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:00:50.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Goldfish?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SgRI-lPbkCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6k8uLC1BJ2M/s1600-h/Goldfish+in+a+Bag+with+Bow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333468098699431970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SgRI-lPbkCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6k8uLC1BJ2M/s400/Goldfish+in+a+Bag+with+Bow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People have told me that when you feel your baby kick for the first time, it feels like butterflies. I'm not so sure. Here's how I think it feels:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was a kid, one of my favorite things to do was to buy a new goldfish for my pond and each fish always came home from the petstore tied up in a plastic bag. It was such a funny feeling when I felt the fish bumping the bag. That's what my baby feels like to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-2982301049376748896?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/2982301049376748896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/05/goldfish.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/2982301049376748896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/2982301049376748896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/05/goldfish.html' title='Goldfish?'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SgRI-lPbkCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6k8uLC1BJ2M/s72-c/Goldfish+in+a+Bag+with+Bow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-8921418106477515715</id><published>2009-05-04T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:27:09.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guessing Game</title><content type='html'>So, if this baby is a girl, I already have the cutest outfit for her from Children's Place, but if it's a boy, I have the cuddliest puppy-print blanket picked out ready to buy from Target. My bet is that it's a boy. Most people seem to think so too. In two weeks and two days we should find out if we're all bad guessers.&lt;br /&gt;NB I have a little pot belly now that people are just beginning to notice. I tried taking a picture yesterday, but apparently I broke the camera...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-8921418106477515715?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/8921418106477515715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/05/guessing-game.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/8921418106477515715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/8921418106477515715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/05/guessing-game.html' title='Guessing Game'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-1912488434770081332</id><published>2009-04-28T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:57:26.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rissoles</title><content type='html'>Last night we had our good friends Jan (my sewing buddy) and Ben Francisco over for dinner. They are moving this week and I'm very sad. I made rissoles with mashed potatoes, gravy, and carrots. a.k.a. a good Aussie meal. Rissoles are kind of like savory meatballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;2 lbs ground beef (mince) or turkey&lt;br /&gt;2 &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=142"&gt;eggs&lt;/a&gt;, beaten&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup breadcrumbs (or cornflake crumbs or oats)&lt;br /&gt;1/3-1/2 cup shredded &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=213"&gt;carrot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup chopped &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=148"&gt;onion&lt;/a&gt; (or to taste)&lt;br /&gt;onion salt, to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=337"&gt;fresh ground pepper&lt;/a&gt;, to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=359"&gt;sea salt&lt;/a&gt;, to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=501"&gt;garlic powder&lt;/a&gt;, to taste&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=176"&gt;worcestershire sauce&lt;/a&gt; (to taste)&lt;br /&gt;vegetables (you can add any leftover veggies you may have on hand, if desired) (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=495"&gt;olive oil&lt;/a&gt; (for frying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions&lt;br /&gt;1. Place all ingredients in mixing bowl; mix well.&lt;br /&gt;2. Roll into golf ball size meatballs.&lt;br /&gt;3. Heat oil in heavy frying pan.&lt;br /&gt;4. Cook meatballs in oil over medium heat, turning as needed, until each side is quite well done and very browned.&lt;br /&gt;5. Serve with beef gravy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as a side-note, in my 7th grade agriculture class, we had a cow that someone named Rissole. So funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-1912488434770081332?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/1912488434770081332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/04/rissoles.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1912488434770081332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1912488434770081332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/04/rissoles.html' title='Rissoles'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-4927461312478038995</id><published>2009-04-26T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:04:21.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SgRJ5Y8xFOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mc7pmfJK7yg/s1600-h/First+Date+Joe+%26+Louise+04-26-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333469109012206818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SgRJ5Y8xFOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mc7pmfJK7yg/s320/First+Date+Joe+%26+Louise+04-26-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't always remember, but this year I did; Today is the seventh anniversary since our first date! Here's a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-4927461312478038995?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/4927461312478038995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4927461312478038995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4927461312478038995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-anniversary.html' title='Another Anniversary'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SgRJ5Y8xFOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mc7pmfJK7yg/s72-c/First+Date+Joe+%26+Louise+04-26-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-4706918955548910496</id><published>2009-04-24T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:07:27.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonogram Scheduled</title><content type='html'>My first sonogram has been scheduled for May 20. I'll be twenty weeks along and I can't wait to know if this baby is a girl or a boy. By the way, at present, I can't zip any of my pants but I don't quite look pregnant just yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-4706918955548910496?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/4706918955548910496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/04/sonogram-scheduled.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4706918955548910496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/4706918955548910496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/04/sonogram-scheduled.html' title='Sonogram Scheduled'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-2212728402776635575</id><published>2009-04-19T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:07:38.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Makes Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SgRKsA6M7LI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JSM-gj2GsTo/s1600-h/Louise+at+US+Capitol+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333469978732326066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SgRKsA6M7LI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JSM-gj2GsTo/s320/Louise+at+US+Capitol+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trip that was going to be for eight months has now stretched all the way to eight years (and still counting). It was eight years ago today that I arrived in the United States as a little eighteen-year-old, bound for Brigham Young University. When I left home that day, I couldn't have known how much a semester or two away would change my entire life. It's mind-boggling! Each little choice can take us far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-2212728402776635575?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/2212728402776635575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-makes-eight.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/2212728402776635575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/2212728402776635575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-makes-eight.html' title='Today Makes Eight'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SgRKsA6M7LI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JSM-gj2GsTo/s72-c/Louise+at+US+Capitol+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-5208549801108661097</id><published>2009-04-18T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:39:12.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread and Butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SeqY0JkMZdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/j-a3cgT_azQ/s1600-h/Bread+and+Butterfly+Cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326237531007378898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SeqY0JkMZdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/j-a3cgT_azQ/s320/Bread+and+Butterfly+Cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I felt the baby for the first time today, although I can't be entirely sure it wasn't just my lunch. However, I'm told that if I feel a fluttering sensation inside, it could be the baby. I'm almost at sixteen weeks, so if that wasn't the baby, it won't be long before it is. By the way, if you think the bread and butterfly was a cute idea, congratulate Lewis Carol, not me. I'm sure LC never thought to apply the term to pregnancy though. Also, I want this cupcake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-5208549801108661097?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/5208549801108661097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/04/bread-and-butterflies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/5208549801108661097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/5208549801108661097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/04/bread-and-butterflies.html' title='Bread and Butterflies'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SeqY0JkMZdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/j-a3cgT_azQ/s72-c/Bread+and+Butterfly+Cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-1785438235299823409</id><published>2009-04-13T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:58:20.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Why They Call 'Em Boxers</title><content type='html'>My dog got a little over-excited at the prospect of walking yesterday, and gave me a nice upper-cut to the jaw with the top of her head. Thankfully, no lasting damage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-1785438235299823409?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/1785438235299823409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/04/thats-why-they-call-em-boxers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1785438235299823409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/1785438235299823409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/04/thats-why-they-call-em-boxers.html' title='That&apos;s Why They Call &apos;Em Boxers'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-254845316696584580</id><published>2009-04-09T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:37:00.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tropical Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Sd51xIe6ZUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NOmMVePF6bk/s1600-h/mango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322821296549684546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Sd51xIe6ZUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NOmMVePF6bk/s200/mango.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A giant bag of frozen mangoes called my name at the store today, so I brought them home with me. I'm gonna make smoothies outta you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-254845316696584580?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/254845316696584580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/04/tropical-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/254845316696584580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/254845316696584580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/04/tropical-fever.html' title='Tropical Fever'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/Sd51xIe6ZUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NOmMVePF6bk/s72-c/mango.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-6358557729463718672</id><published>2009-04-08T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:59:00.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Ways in 30 Days</title><content type='html'>You'll likely be reading Dennis Prager's name a lot on my blog. I listen to his radio show most days of the week. His guest for this hour, Rebecca Hagelin, has a new book called &lt;em&gt;Thirty Ways in Thirty Days to Save Your Family. &lt;/em&gt;I wouldn't mind reading it. I'm going to skip the whole reading books about pregnancy phase, and move onto the parenting books. Of course, I'm sure the scriptures are the best parenting books around, and I'd better get reading those too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently heard someone say something like "If you read the scriptures as religiously as you read your e-mail, you'd be a lot better off". The first person who can find the exact quote on lds.org will win a mystery prize. I'm reasonably sure it was said in an LDS General Conference in 2008. On your marks... Get set... Go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-6358557729463718672?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/6358557729463718672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/04/30-ways-in-30-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/6358557729463718672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/6358557729463718672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/04/30-ways-in-30-days.html' title='30 Ways in 30 Days'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091866649109757501.post-9135333301867763652</id><published>2009-04-08T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:43:56.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Out</title><content type='html'>There's nothing like a pregnancy to stir a person to start a blog. Joe has been encouraging me for years to start posting... Tah-dah! Here I am... Finally. I've enjoyed reading blogs of family members and close friends and it's past time for me to start returning the favor. I'll do my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6091866649109757501-9135333301867763652?l=louisewalch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/feeds/9135333301867763652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/04/starting-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/9135333301867763652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091866649109757501/posts/default/9135333301867763652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://louisewalch.blogspot.com/2009/04/starting-out.html' title='Starting Out'/><author><name>Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12385712740350730260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ii74RCj6cX0/SdvzVuycCuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gh3AND8YPNw/S220/IMGA0072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
