<?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-1797065636399739622</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:20:17.172-06:00</updated><category term='3Day'/><category term='Momming'/><category term='travels'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='kiddo stuff'/><title type='text'>Just After Bedtime</title><subtitle type='html'>... it's when all the good stuff comes out.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958453614620136774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S8fLO9aKn_I/AAAAAAAAACA/8JMUq6nlI7w/S220/RADKErobin_WEB.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797065636399739622.post-8292214954584338741</id><published>2010-11-20T17:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T17:28:11.150-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momming'/><title type='text'>Date Night Preparations: Then and Now</title><content type='html'>Earlier this week, R and I celebrated our ninth dating anniversary.&amp;nbsp; (As it also happens to fall on his birthday, some of the celebration may have been directed elsewhere.)&amp;nbsp; In the few moments I have before we head out on a well-earned date night tonight, it seems to be a good time to reflect on how my dating life has changed&amp;nbsp;over the past nine years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN:&amp;nbsp; Sleep late in the morning -- 10am or so -- wake up refreshed and thinking about how to get ready for the day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOW:&amp;nbsp; Sleep late in the morning -- 7:02am or so -- wake up exhausted and thinking about how much needs to be done before &lt;strike&gt;the sitter&lt;/strike&gt; our friend arrives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN: Enjoy a leisurely morning of pampering&amp;nbsp;-- perhaps a haircut, manicure, massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOW: Enjoy an activity-filled morning of making breakfast, doing housework, and trying to catch up on lost time with A and C.&amp;nbsp; Haven't had a haircut, manicure or massage since my thirties.&amp;nbsp; And I turned 40 nearly three months ago.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN: Chat with girlfriends about the upcoming evening, the gentleman caller&amp;nbsp;and the prospects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOW: Chat with the preschoolers about the upcoming evening, and how mommy and daddy need to go out once in a while.&amp;nbsp; Listen to "I don't want you to go on a date" about 200 times and remember to try to appreciate that they want to spend time with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN: One hour to go -- cute outfit on, hair and makeup done.&amp;nbsp; Waiting for nails to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOW: One hour to go -- clean outfit on.&amp;nbsp; Makeup done.&amp;nbsp; Waiting for hair to dry.&amp;nbsp; Quickie manicure not even a possibility.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN: Nine years ago, your best friend and the man you want to make a family with arrives at your door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOW: That man is the one by your side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's wishing each of you a wonderful weekend too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797065636399739622-8292214954584338741?l=justafterbedtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8292214954584338741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/11/date-night-preparations-then-and-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/8292214954584338741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/8292214954584338741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/11/date-night-preparations-then-and-now.html' title='Date Night Preparations: Then and Now'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958453614620136774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S8fLO9aKn_I/AAAAAAAAACA/8JMUq6nlI7w/S220/RADKErobin_WEB.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797065636399739622.post-6186906286531057701</id><published>2010-10-19T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T09:17:40.594-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Writing Pink Today!</title><content type='html'>I was blessed to have been asked by the ladies of &lt;a href="http://biggerpictureblogs.wordpress.com/"&gt;Bigger Picture Blogs&lt;/a&gt; to participate in their "Write Pink" for Breast Cancer Awareness month and Melissa of &lt;a href="http://www.peanutbutterinmyhair.com/"&gt;Peanut Butter in My Hair&lt;/a&gt; is hosting my post today.&amp;nbsp; Hop over &lt;a href="http://www.peanutbutterinmyhair.com/2010/10/write-pink-support-robins-story.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read my thoughts on how you can answer "How Can I Help?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797065636399739622-6186906286531057701?l=justafterbedtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/6186906286531057701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/6186906286531057701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/10/writing-pink-today.html' title='Writing Pink Today!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958453614620136774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S8fLO9aKn_I/AAAAAAAAACA/8JMUq6nlI7w/S220/RADKErobin_WEB.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797065636399739622.post-3365287243695546197</id><published>2010-10-13T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T09:47:46.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Left Me Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Mixing things up a bit on Wordless Wednesday, but I would be remiss if I didn't take a moment to put in writing how I was left "wordless" by the outpouring of support over the past week for my husband and me as we have been &lt;a href="http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-breathe.html"&gt;dealing with some pretty scary stuff &lt;/a&gt;involving our 3 year-old&amp;nbsp;C.&amp;nbsp; The e-mails, tweets, DMs,&amp;nbsp;IRL hugs and prayers&amp;nbsp;have raised us up and given us strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TLXGNaCM2ZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Sre_o1stUek/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TLXGNaCM2ZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Sre_o1stUek/s320/untitled.bmp" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For those who I haven't updated yet, C completed her sleep study on Wednesday and had 12 instances of central apnea, each lasting about 3-5 seconds; with 5 instances being normal, C's definitely on the high side.&amp;nbsp; This left R and I feeling at once relieved that the professionals were able to observe what we had (&lt;em&gt;i.e.&lt;/em&gt;, we're not just overworried parents) and anxious that C's brain is taking little breaks from breathing overnight.&amp;nbsp; Next step is a rule-out MRI to ensure that these little breaks aren't being caused by a particular condition (which C's overconcerned mom needs to stop googling) and the likely end result will be simply knowing what's there, and not needing further attention unless things get worse over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R and I are comforted that the very smart doc has assured us that there is nothing dangerous at play here, but we are filled with questions -- what's the "circuit breaker" that gets her started breathing again, etc -- and new concerns about having to put C under general anesthesia to have the scan done.&amp;nbsp; (Something about a 3 year-old not being able to sit still for 45 minutes.&amp;nbsp; Go figure.)&amp;nbsp; But we are blessed to have a happy and healthy C and have faith that we are asking the right questions of the right people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again for your thoughts, prayers and blessings.&amp;nbsp; I am truly lucky to have stumbled into this community of kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797065636399739622-3365287243695546197?l=justafterbedtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/feeds/3365287243695546197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-left-me-wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/3365287243695546197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/3365287243695546197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-left-me-wordless-wednesday.html' title='You Left Me Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958453614620136774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S8fLO9aKn_I/AAAAAAAAACA/8JMUq6nlI7w/S220/RADKErobin_WEB.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TLXGNaCM2ZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Sre_o1stUek/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797065636399739622.post-861371146980037771</id><published>2010-10-06T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T22:03:37.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Breathe</title><content type='html'>Tonight I feel like half of my heart is sleeping somewhere else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TK011aVXofI/AAAAAAAAAGk/TSJ-RbD0Q88/s1600/DSCN5119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TK011aVXofI/AAAAAAAAAGk/TSJ-RbD0Q88/s320/DSCN5119.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the night that my sweet baby girl C is getting wired up, plugged in and monitored by some very smart people.&amp;nbsp; (Including&amp;nbsp;my dear husband R, keeping guard nearby for the night.)&amp;nbsp; Seems that C's been taking mini-breaks in her breathing while she sleeps, and this has the docs curious enough to order an overnight sleep study to see what her little body's up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While these docs have assured us that there's most likely nothing to worry about, forgive us for being a little hypersensitive in these matters.&amp;nbsp; In the past&amp;nbsp;ten months, we've seen not one, not two, but three families lose their young children, most recently a child just three&amp;nbsp;days younger than A...while he slept, for a reason no one could have known until it manifested itself one night&amp;nbsp;in a terrible, irreversible, cruel way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're breathing.&amp;nbsp; And trying to find answers to the questions we don't even know how to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my sweet&amp;nbsp;C, whose bedtime routine I missed terribly tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy loves you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy loves you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grandmas and Grandpas love you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aunts and uncles and cousins love you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And A loves you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So God bless Mommy, God bless Daddy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God bless Grandmas and Grandpas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God bless aunts and uncles and cousins,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God bless friends who go on long walks with us, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God bless A,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and God bless C.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sweet dreams tonight, big girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797065636399739622-861371146980037771?l=justafterbedtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/feeds/861371146980037771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-breathe.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/861371146980037771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/861371146980037771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-breathe.html' title='Just Breathe'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958453614620136774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S8fLO9aKn_I/AAAAAAAAACA/8JMUq6nlI7w/S220/RADKErobin_WEB.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TK011aVXofI/AAAAAAAAAGk/TSJ-RbD0Q88/s72-c/DSCN5119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797065636399739622.post-5771182965959018292</id><published>2010-09-15T23:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:09:15.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WW: "Enough with the First Day of Preschool Pictures, Mom"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Before...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TJGW7Poz05I/AAAAAAAAAGU/cXMM7jx4XwQ/s1600/DSCN5334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TJGW7Poz05I/AAAAAAAAAGU/cXMM7jx4XwQ/s320/DSCN5334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;...and After.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TJGW9cnuIiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5erPHDS-Mi4/s1600/DSCN5338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TJGW9cnuIiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5erPHDS-Mi4/s320/DSCN5338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797065636399739622-5771182965959018292?l=justafterbedtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/feeds/5771182965959018292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/09/ww-enough-with-first-day-of-preschool.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/5771182965959018292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/5771182965959018292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/09/ww-enough-with-first-day-of-preschool.html' title='WW: &quot;Enough with the First Day of Preschool Pictures, Mom&quot;'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958453614620136774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S8fLO9aKn_I/AAAAAAAAACA/8JMUq6nlI7w/S220/RADKErobin_WEB.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TJGW7Poz05I/AAAAAAAAAGU/cXMM7jx4XwQ/s72-c/DSCN5334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797065636399739622.post-8065153017678299884</id><published>2010-09-08T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:53:42.087-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momming'/><title type='text'>Is This Thing Still On? :: tap tap::</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it's been about 6 weeks from my last post.&amp;nbsp; Seems that "Wordless Wednesday" became "..and half the summer too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One would think that things have been quiet in the Just After Bedtime house as summer has been winding down to an end.&amp;nbsp; But, of course, that isn't the case.&amp;nbsp; I've simply been away, too tired to think or blog at the end of a long&amp;nbsp;day, but so many things to report on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how we ended up doing on our &lt;a href="http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-summer-bucket-list.html"&gt;summer bucket list&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how I spent 3 days in August trying to make a little bit of a difference for a cause &lt;a href="http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-mad-im-seeing-pink-or-why-i-keep.html"&gt;I'm passionate about&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how I turned 40 and managed to make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how I blinked and my girls have become preschoolers -- sometimes seeming more like&amp;nbsp;teenagers trapped in preschool bodies -- but preschoolers nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how life keeps moving on, one day at a time, bringing joy, laughter, craziness, worries, silliness, seriousness and all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who are still sticking with me.&amp;nbsp; I'll start checking in more often and appreciate each of you who do the same.&amp;nbsp; Hope this back-to-school week finds you all happy, healthy and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797065636399739622-8065153017678299884?l=justafterbedtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8065153017678299884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/09/is-this-thing-still-on-tap-tap.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/8065153017678299884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/8065153017678299884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/09/is-this-thing-still-on-tap-tap.html' title='Is This Thing Still On? :: tap tap::'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958453614620136774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S8fLO9aKn_I/AAAAAAAAACA/8JMUq6nlI7w/S220/RADKErobin_WEB.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797065636399739622.post-4945285477875653255</id><published>2010-07-21T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:10:16.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(Almost) Wordless Wednesday - A Snort!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TEe152MAs7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xJvNAcYOfzo/s1600/IMAGE_163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TEe152MAs7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xJvNAcYOfzo/s320/IMAGE_163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Are you my mother?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TEe142rUG_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/T85mLpLAV2U/s1600/IMAGE_162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TEe142rUG_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/T85mLpLAV2U/s320/IMAGE_162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You are NOT my mother!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TEe1624nS5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/sYTEiSEtiLI/s1600/IMAGE_164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TEe1624nS5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/sYTEiSEtiLI/s320/IMAGE_164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;"You are..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TEe17_KmebI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bNpazXVMj68/s1600/IMAGE_165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TEe17_KmebI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bNpazXVMj68/s320/IMAGE_165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...a &lt;strong&gt;SNORT&lt;/strong&gt;!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With many thanks to PD Eastman, whose classic "Are You My Mother?" is one of the dog-eared favorites of our girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797065636399739622-4945285477875653255?l=justafterbedtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/feeds/4945285477875653255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/07/almost-wordless-wednesday-snort.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/4945285477875653255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/4945285477875653255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/07/almost-wordless-wednesday-snort.html' title='(Almost) Wordless Wednesday - A Snort!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958453614620136774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S8fLO9aKn_I/AAAAAAAAACA/8JMUq6nlI7w/S220/RADKErobin_WEB.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TEe152MAs7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xJvNAcYOfzo/s72-c/IMAGE_163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797065636399739622.post-8737211092988176108</id><published>2010-07-02T10:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T10:30:36.366-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3Day'/><title type='text'>So Mad I'm Seeing Pink, or Why I Keep Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TC1c-X80P1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/H65p1m19YZg/s1600/DSCN4154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TC1c-X80P1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/H65p1m19YZg/s320/DSCN4154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Unless you haven't taken a peek at the left side of this blog, or you've somehow evaded being on my e-mail mailing list, or you aren't one of my Facebook friends or Twitter tweeps, you probably know that I'm walking in the &lt;a href="http://www.the3day.org/"&gt;Komen 3-Day for the Cure&lt;/a&gt; in August.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TC1czn0fr5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/HFn6CXbVW0Y/s1600/00000041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TC1czn0fr5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/HFn6CXbVW0Y/s320/00000041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my second 3-Day in a row.&amp;nbsp; The training is hard, the time away from R and the girls is wrenching, but less than an hour after Closing Ceremonies ended last year I knew I'd be signing up for another 3 days and 60 miles this year.&amp;nbsp; It's hard to put into words what a truly life-changing experience it is, and I won't try to duplicate the efforts of the legion of 3-Day bloggers who've gone before me and eloquently described the sights, sounds and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my take on it?&amp;nbsp; I'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad that my mom had to spend a single minute worrying about what her diagnosis of breast cancer would mean for her, for her health and for her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad that one of my &lt;a href="http://www.iwantaminivan.com/"&gt;dear friends&lt;/a&gt; (and my 3-Day captain who keeps us so&amp;nbsp;motivated) had to lose her mom to breast cancer before she had her lifetime and before she got to hold her baby's babies.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad that moms of young children have to face, fight and&amp;nbsp;- heartbreakingly - sometimes lose their fights against breast cancer, leaving behind babies that will have fleeting, if any memories of them.&amp;nbsp; This week my heart hurt when I learned of another, a friend of a training partner, who was taken away from her 2 and 5 year old babies, at 40 years old.&amp;nbsp; She could be me, and her kids could be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad that so-called experts want to change when and how women get their regular mammograms, to set&amp;nbsp;new rules&amp;nbsp;that, had ithey been in place a couple years ago, a teammate/survivor/friend of mine would have likely faced a much different future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad that every year, I hold my breath for a week until I get the "all clear" on my own annual mammogram, not able to fight off fleeting glimpses of what otherwise could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad that if something doesn't change, my daughters will have to do the same one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that anger isn't productive, and I know there is hope.&amp;nbsp; I know that the research that's been done and the progress that's been made over the past few years has changed so many women's stories for the better, including my mom's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until there is a cure, until there is an end, I will be mad, and I will walk, and I will do whatever I can do so my daughters never have to raise money for the cure or face a diagnosis of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write this not to promote my fundraising efforts, but as a reminder to myself.&amp;nbsp; As I've heard other 3-Day veterans tell, it's a little harder that second, third, etc year to get up at the crack of dawn on weekends for training walks, to relentlessly fundraise, to do the whole experience over again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TC1iuLNNPdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9BgpmpiRc74/s1600/after.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TC1iuLNNPdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9BgpmpiRc74/s320/after.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as long as I'm still mad, I will walk.&amp;nbsp; For them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797065636399739622-8737211092988176108?l=justafterbedtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8737211092988176108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-mad-im-seeing-pink-or-why-i-keep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/8737211092988176108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/8737211092988176108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-mad-im-seeing-pink-or-why-i-keep.html' title='So Mad I&apos;m Seeing Pink, or Why I Keep Walking'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958453614620136774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S8fLO9aKn_I/AAAAAAAAACA/8JMUq6nlI7w/S220/RADKErobin_WEB.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/TC1c-X80P1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/H65p1m19YZg/s72-c/DSCN4154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797065636399739622.post-6944527985969592190</id><published>2010-06-14T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:12:11.185-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momming'/><title type='text'>Parenting While Plugged In (or Anything Else)</title><content type='html'>I love it when the mom-guilt stars align.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, the New York Times published a story you may have already seen, "&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/10/garden/10childtech.html"&gt;The Risks of Parenting While Plugged In&lt;/a&gt;."&amp;nbsp; At this point it's hard for me to remember if I glanced at it during one of the nights I was at the office until midnight, 1am, 3am...or at home but up working until 5am.&amp;nbsp; But it was one of those weeks that from time to time raises its ugly head but is unavoidable in my line of work - the work needs to get done, the clients' deadlines need to get met and everyone's burning the midnight oil.&amp;nbsp; At any rate, I sent myself the link, figuring it might be an interesting topic to blog about.&amp;nbsp; (On a side note, if you follow me on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/robinradke"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, I offer you my thanks for putting up with my late night pity parties and not dropping me like a hot potato.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, nearly a week later, finally reading it, finally thinking about it, finally blogging about it.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I have a laptop and a smartphone.&amp;nbsp; And yes, it is too easy to just do a quick e-mail check, which leads to a Twitter check and a Facebook check...you know the drill.&amp;nbsp; And yes, some of these checks are in the presence of my girls.&amp;nbsp; I hate that somedays it's a conscious effort for me to be unplugged for a given span of time, that it isn't my first instinct to leave. the. phone. alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't read the article, I can give you the&amp;nbsp;Cliff's&amp;nbsp;Notes according to me.&amp;nbsp; (1)&amp;nbsp;If you don't unplug, you are not&amp;nbsp;mentally present and maybe your kid will bite you.&amp;nbsp; (2) More research is needed, but we're all pretty sure you're screwing up your kids if you bring work outside of the office.&amp;nbsp; (3) Parents, you get an "E" for effort trying to avoid being in the office from dawn 'til dusk and seeing your kids for more than a few minutes, but too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I exaggerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when so many of us are trying to do right by our spouses, our children and ourselves, it's more than a bit wearing to hear from the "experts" that we're missing the mark.&amp;nbsp; Frankly, I'll file this article with the other research that tells me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you stay at work too long and aren't home long enough, you're harming your children.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you don't stay at home with your children all day, you're harming your children.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you stay at home with your children all day, you're harming your children.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you're overly involved in your kids' day to day lives, you're harming your children.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And once I've got that filed away, I'll head back to play with my girls, catch up with my husband, and - yes -&amp;nbsp;maybe even check my e-mail once in a while.&amp;nbsp; And I know that there's always room for improvement, but wouldn't parenting be dull otherwise?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...are you plugged-in but present?&amp;nbsp; Do you declare technology-free times in your home?&amp;nbsp; Or are you in danger of your kids biting you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797065636399739622-6944527985969592190?l=justafterbedtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/feeds/6944527985969592190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/06/parenting-while-plugged-in-or-anything.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/6944527985969592190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/6944527985969592190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/06/parenting-while-plugged-in-or-anything.html' title='Parenting While Plugged In (or Anything Else)'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958453614620136774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S8fLO9aKn_I/AAAAAAAAACA/8JMUq6nlI7w/S220/RADKErobin_WEB.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797065636399739622.post-5252138395161353802</id><published>2010-05-29T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:18:11.897-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddo stuff'/><title type='text'>Our Summer Bucket List</title><content type='html'>Great parenting minds must be thinking alike -- note, that I will &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; be claiming to be one of them.&amp;nbsp; On the same day that my bloggy friend &lt;a href="http://www.gustgab.com/"&gt;Darcie&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;posted her own family's &lt;a href="http://www.gustgab.com/2010/05/summer-kick-off.html"&gt;list of fun to-do's for the summer&lt;/a&gt;, R started building one for our own.&amp;nbsp; R's the stay-at-home half of our parenting team, and the girls and I are all the better for it.&amp;nbsp; As you will see below, he keeps them &lt;strike&gt;busy enough to be nice and tired at bedtime&lt;/strike&gt; active, engaged and just plain having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With&amp;nbsp;full&amp;nbsp;props to R, and without further adieu...the Just After Bedtime summer bucket list, 2010 edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Traditional Favorites&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comozooconservatory.org/"&gt;Como Zoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mnzoo.org/"&gt;Minnesota Zoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcm.org/"&gt;Children's Museum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intensive swim lessons at the Y&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nickelodeonuniverse.com/"&gt;Camp Snoopy&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(because we are bad at accepting change...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://saintsbaseball.com/"&gt;Saints baseball&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mnstatefair.org/"&gt;State Fair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;em&gt;Local Finds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch the remote control airplanes at Lake Elmo Airport&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mnhs.org/places/sites/ohkf/"&gt;Kelley Farm in Elk River&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.raptor.cvm.umn.edu/"&gt;U of M Raptor Center&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtmuseum.org/"&gt;Transportation Museum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trolleyride.org/ESL_Main/index.html"&gt;Excelsior streetcar ride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch the airplanes at MSP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coffee shop and bookstore visits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;St. Paul and Woodbury farmer's markets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Washington County Fair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msra.com/BackToThe50s.htm"&gt;Back to the 50s car show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Regular visits to the local library - for books and - with a little luck -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.melsa.org/MuseumAdventurePass/index.cfm"&gt;Museum Adventure Passes&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tcmrm.org/"&gt;Bandana Square model railroad store/museum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Local water parks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday night concerts in the park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Light rail trip to DT Minneapolis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bus ride with Mom to work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hobt.org/"&gt;Heart of the Beast puppet theatre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends and Family / Out of Town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit our friend Laura's horses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Burley and bike rides to a picnic lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hopscotch on the patio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plant a vegetable garden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit Grandma in St. Louis, visit the &lt;a href="http://www.stlzoo.org/"&gt;St. Louis Zoo&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(I may be biased, but STL's zoo blows our local ones out. of. the. water.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wisconsin Dells&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleepover with neighbor friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Backyard campout&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cooking practice/assistance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just for the Parents&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Father's Day surprise (sorry, no link, R reads the blog!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Date nights, date nights, date nights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And, if the stars align, &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; an overnight without the little ones to celebrate our fifth anniversary?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yes, it will be a busy summer around here but it's great to have a list in place to help us avoid the "What should we do's" that inevitably come up on the occasional unbusy weekend.&amp;nbsp; It's been great to read everyone else's lists too!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you all enjoy the long weekend, the glorious weather, and whatever fun you can find!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797065636399739622-5252138395161353802?l=justafterbedtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/feeds/5252138395161353802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-summer-bucket-list.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/5252138395161353802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/5252138395161353802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-summer-bucket-list.html' title='Our Summer Bucket List'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958453614620136774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S8fLO9aKn_I/AAAAAAAAACA/8JMUq6nlI7w/S220/RADKErobin_WEB.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797065636399739622.post-5353764528812111456</id><published>2010-05-13T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T00:43:18.315-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Impersonating a Blogger?</title><content type='html'>So when I caught &lt;a href="http://sheposts.com/"&gt;ShePost's&lt;/a&gt; tweet today about a "&lt;a href="http://sheposts.com/content/fraud-lies-free-products"&gt;crazy woman pretending to be a blogger&lt;/a&gt;," for a moment I was worried they were referring to me.&amp;nbsp; After all, it's been a good long time since our last visit together and, having not been at this bloggy thing all that long, I still feel a bit strange&amp;nbsp;saying "I have a blog" and even stranger saying it to my friends and family.&amp;nbsp; I did finally sort of "came out" to my Facebook friends &amp;amp; fam with my last post, but if they're reading, they are awfully quiet about it...comments, anyone?&amp;nbsp; ::crickets chirping::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as with any new endeavor, I know that with practice I'll blog better, and will eventually find my blog voice and feel less like that "crazy woman pretending to be&amp;nbsp;a blogger."&amp;nbsp; Or at least the "pretending to be a blogger" part.&amp;nbsp; I'm learning from a lot of great folks, many of whom I'm looking forward to meeting, or seeing again, at the &lt;a href="http://www.thesnyder5.com/2010/04/minnesota-bloggers-get-together-on-may.html"&gt;May 20 Minnesota Bloggers Event&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; (A big ol' Just After Bedtime shoutout to Molly of &lt;a href="http://www.thesnyder5.com/"&gt;The Snyder 5&lt;/a&gt; for putting this together!)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Can't wait to pester the blogging vets with lots of questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for that real pretend-blogger?&amp;nbsp; Yiiiiiiikes.&amp;nbsp; It never ceases to amaze me that if people took their collective energy spent coming up with ways to get away with crap and devoted it instead to doing something good in this world, my, what a wonderful world it would be.&amp;nbsp; I can keep hoping, I suppose.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how have YOU been?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797065636399739622-5353764528812111456?l=justafterbedtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/feeds/5353764528812111456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/05/impersonating-blogger.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/5353764528812111456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/5353764528812111456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/05/impersonating-blogger.html' title='Impersonating a Blogger?'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958453614620136774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S8fLO9aKn_I/AAAAAAAAACA/8JMUq6nlI7w/S220/RADKErobin_WEB.bmp'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797065636399739622.post-4826362314464863093</id><published>2010-05-02T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:18:29.974-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momming'/><title type='text'>Why Mom Needs a Night Out</title><content type='html'>So, like a lot of moms, I don't take a lot of opportunities to have a girls' night out. (And no, going to Noodles &amp;amp; Co. with my 2 &amp;amp; 3 year old daughters for dinner is not the kind of "girls' night" I'm referring to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I was happily getting ready for an evening out.&amp;nbsp; I'd already teed up my plans with A &amp;amp; C, letting them know that I'd be leaving after suppertime but home when they woke up in the morning.&amp;nbsp; There were the usual, half-protests (although I know that they equally enjoy R handling bedtime as well).&amp;nbsp; While R worked on supper, I was enjoying the quiet and solitude of a nice, hot shower.&amp;nbsp; Bathroom door closed, room warm and steamy, mental state relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter C, in her&amp;nbsp;2 1/2 year-old exuberance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Mommy!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::sigh:: "Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to sit in your LAP!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::sigh:: "Okay.&amp;nbsp; Can we take care of that in a few minutes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Exit C.&amp;nbsp; Bathroom door open, steam and warmth departed, mental state re-mommified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S93ABNL9HDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QG_-5duSknU/s1600/DSCN0937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S93ABNL9HDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QG_-5duSknU/s320/DSCN0937.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, my energetic, loving, busy, amazing girls.&amp;nbsp; And after a fun night of laughter and fun with some great gals last night, I'm "reset" and ready to see how you make me laugh this week ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797065636399739622-4826362314464863093?l=justafterbedtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/feeds/4826362314464863093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-mom-needs-night-out.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/4826362314464863093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/4826362314464863093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-mom-needs-night-out.html' title='Why Mom Needs a Night Out'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958453614620136774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S8fLO9aKn_I/AAAAAAAAACA/8JMUq6nlI7w/S220/RADKErobin_WEB.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S93ABNL9HDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QG_-5duSknU/s72-c/DSCN0937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797065636399739622.post-1147893290280809068</id><published>2010-04-21T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T09:51:50.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(Semi-) Wordless Wednesday - A Shakespearean Masterpiece</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The last stop on my girls' weekend was our old college haunt in Columbia, MO - &lt;a href="http://www.shakespeares.com/"&gt;Shakespeare's Pizza&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Best pizza in town and I'm pretty sure they were able to finance construction of the patio on what I spent on pizza, beer and pinball during my time at Mizzou.&amp;nbsp; A great end to a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S88PM-LZNaI/AAAAAAAAADw/FcTUtPjyiJM/s1600/shakes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S88PM-LZNaI/AAAAAAAAADw/FcTUtPjyiJM/s400/shakes.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S88PkQrg7vI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8zZ0Nl12xrY/s1600/JTR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S88PkQrg7vI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8zZ0Nl12xrY/s400/JTR.jpg" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S88PJp7b1YI/AAAAAAAAADg/Ysqk2BpEwFc/s1600/JTM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S88PJp7b1YI/AAAAAAAAADg/Ysqk2BpEwFc/s400/JTM.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S88PLFbOSzI/AAAAAAAAADo/-KUSU2Uz6kw/s1600/LGAsign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S88PLFbOSzI/AAAAAAAAADo/-KUSU2Uz6kw/s400/LGAsign.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Only in Columbia.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, there are stores that offer all three.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost there...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S88PA0rYkaI/AAAAAAAAADI/fjO06eYsKQc/s1600/after.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S88PA0rYkaI/AAAAAAAAADI/fjO06eYsKQc/s400/after.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And after.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we ate the smiley face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797065636399739622-1147893290280809068?l=justafterbedtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/feeds/1147893290280809068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/04/semi-wordless-wednesday-shakespearean.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/1147893290280809068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/1147893290280809068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/04/semi-wordless-wednesday-shakespearean.html' title='(Semi-) Wordless Wednesday - A Shakespearean Masterpiece'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958453614620136774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S8fLO9aKn_I/AAAAAAAAACA/8JMUq6nlI7w/S220/RADKErobin_WEB.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S88PM-LZNaI/AAAAAAAAADw/FcTUtPjyiJM/s72-c/shakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797065636399739622.post-3567215625534346630</id><published>2010-04-15T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T23:38:06.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>A 20-Year Road Trip</title><content type='html'>If you caught my tweets yesterday, you know that I'm enjoying a long weekend with some girlfriends this weekend.&amp;nbsp; (Mad props to R for doing single-parent duty for four days.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The occasion:&amp;nbsp; all four of us are hitting a birthday that ends in "0" this year.&amp;nbsp; I've known each of these ladies more than half my life, and it seems not so long ago that the milestone birthday we were hitting was "20" and not... well, you can take your guess based on the title of this post.&amp;nbsp; But it wasn't too far into our 20s that we all started to go our separate ways. Some moved, some married, some started families, and while we've kept in touch and gotten together from time to time, it's been less and less over the years. This will be the first time we've all been together since my wedding, nearly five years ago, and I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the neat parts of this trip is that it took me through my college town, a place I don't get back to often and where I spent a lot of time with these gals during those "20" years.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had the luxury of not having to be anywhere by any certain time today, so I took a little mini-tour back in time and around campus.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S8fc1KpUS9I/AAAAAAAAACo/jCewBeDdJPs/s1600/IMAGE_068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S8fc1KpUS9I/AAAAAAAAACo/jCewBeDdJPs/s400/IMAGE_068.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, those columns.&amp;nbsp; It's weird how six big chunks of stone can almost instantly bring me back to my college years.&amp;nbsp; There was nothing I looked forward to each spring more than that first warm day that I could stretch out on the fresh green grass of the quad, look at the blue sky and enjoy the moment.&amp;nbsp; But, like any other 20-year old, I couldn't have imagined that my life 20 years later wouldn't look &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; how I had it planned back then.&amp;nbsp; (Seriously, try telling that permed-haired, acid-washed-jeans-wearing smartass that over the course of the next 20 years she would become a lawyer and mom of two living in Minnesota...and watch her laugh, and laugh, and laugh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving through my college town, though, I really started to feel the past 20 years.&amp;nbsp; My old hangouts look somewhat more run-down or are gone altogether.&amp;nbsp; (The old cool basement alterna-techno-bar where everyone dressed in black, moped around and danced by themselves?&amp;nbsp; Yeah, it's an underground cafe/coffee shop now.&amp;nbsp; Sigh.)&amp;nbsp; When did traffic get so bad?&amp;nbsp; Why did all these darn kids take the good parking spots?&amp;nbsp; And how can these really, really young looking kids be in college?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we clearly aren't 20 anymore:&amp;nbsp; all four&amp;nbsp;of us have said how much we're looking forward to nights of uninterrupted sleep during this getaway, and we're all bringing crafts to work on - not quite the "stay out until bar close" nights of our youth.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But none of us would trade the blessings, challenges, joys, struggles and ordinary moments of the past 20 years for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your college nostalgia?&amp;nbsp; Or, what are your fun weekend plans?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797065636399739622-3567215625534346630?l=justafterbedtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/feeds/3567215625534346630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/04/20-year-road-trip.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/3567215625534346630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/3567215625534346630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/04/20-year-road-trip.html' title='A 20-Year Road Trip'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958453614620136774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S8fLO9aKn_I/AAAAAAAAACA/8JMUq6nlI7w/S220/RADKErobin_WEB.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S8fc1KpUS9I/AAAAAAAAACo/jCewBeDdJPs/s72-c/IMAGE_068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797065636399739622.post-7400448745260181474</id><published>2010-04-08T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:32:36.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the (Baseball) Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sports-logos-screensavers.com/user/MinnesotaTwins2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.sports-logos-screensavers.com/user/MinnesotaTwins2.jpg" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We love us some Twins baseball in the Just After Bedtime household.&amp;nbsp; Witness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ratio of Twins caps to people in our home is about 3-to-1.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our 3 year old cheers "Get a hit, Joe" when a game is on.&amp;nbsp; (Okay, so maybe she says it regardless of who is at bat, but its a valid point nonetheless.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Easter Bunny's biggest hit with the girls this year was their new Twins shirts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;There's just something beautiful about the game, and the season itself -- especially here in Minnesota.&amp;nbsp; Spring training kicks off just as the grey and cold of winter is really weighing us down and we're sure we'll never feel the sun again.&amp;nbsp; Opening day, just like the springtime with it, brings the fresh promise of a new year, rebirth and warm, fun days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was raised to love the game.&amp;nbsp; When I was young, our hometown newspaper offered free or discounted&amp;nbsp;passes to Cardinals games for good report cards.&amp;nbsp; The better the grades, the more games you got.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now,&amp;nbsp;it's a bit of&amp;nbsp;an understatement to say my mom is a huge Cardinals fan.&amp;nbsp; HUGE.&amp;nbsp; And I like to joke with folks that the baseball tickets deal were the reason I did well in school, 'cause I sure didn't want to cost us any games by bringing home a less-than-stellar report card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is...the first year I was old enough to earn tickets, it was just my mom,&amp;nbsp;my brothers and me -- money was tight and baseball games were a rare treat, and to be able to help contribute to something so important to our family has stayed with me much longer than the curriculum I learned to earn the tickets in the first place.&amp;nbsp; (Pythagorean theorem?&amp;nbsp; World history?&amp;nbsp; The periodic table?&amp;nbsp; Yeah...I got nothin'.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that history, it wasn't even a question what to do when the Twins announced that their first games at their shiny new stadium would be against my hometown Cardinals.&amp;nbsp; It was an unexpected blessing, though, to have a connection at work who set me up with seats &lt;em&gt;three rows&lt;/em&gt; behind the Cards' dugout for Saturday afternoon's game.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The sun was shining, the field was gorgeous and the&amp;nbsp;Twins won.&amp;nbsp; But best of all, my&amp;nbsp;mom was as giddy as a schoolgirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S76tgO-guJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/41Wmtgr_GGs/s1600/DSCN4714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S76tgO-guJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/41Wmtgr_GGs/s320/DSCN4714.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As R said that day, I'd earned the best report card ever for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any baseball fans out there?&amp;nbsp; Share your favorite memories&amp;nbsp;(though I'd&amp;nbsp;appreciate none involving the Twins beating the Cards in the&amp;nbsp;World Series...I was&amp;nbsp;still a St. Louisan back then...)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797065636399739622-7400448745260181474?l=justafterbedtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/feeds/7400448745260181474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/04/tis-baseball-season.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/7400448745260181474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/7400448745260181474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/04/tis-baseball-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the (Baseball) Season'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958453614620136774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S8fLO9aKn_I/AAAAAAAAACA/8JMUq6nlI7w/S220/RADKErobin_WEB.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S76tgO-guJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/41Wmtgr_GGs/s72-c/DSCN4714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797065636399739622.post-2880254924689451316</id><published>2010-04-07T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:19:58.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - Can you find the Easter egg before A?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S7zMjv1HzXI/AAAAAAAAABg/qO2Uq00dJt0/s1600/ann1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S7zMjv1HzXI/AAAAAAAAABg/qO2Uq00dJt0/s400/ann1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S7zMk3QxecI/AAAAAAAAABo/L8SZv4SczZk/s1600/ann2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S7zMk3QxecI/AAAAAAAAABo/L8SZv4SczZk/s400/ann2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S7zMlRQ5CSI/AAAAAAAAABw/8_NMJeGkXQg/s1600/ann3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S7zMlRQ5CSI/AAAAAAAAABw/8_NMJeGkXQg/s400/ann3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797065636399739622-2880254924689451316?l=justafterbedtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/feeds/2880254924689451316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/04/wordless-wednesday-can-you-find-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/2880254924689451316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/2880254924689451316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/04/wordless-wednesday-can-you-find-easter.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - Can you find the Easter egg before A?'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958453614620136774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S8fLO9aKn_I/AAAAAAAAACA/8JMUq6nlI7w/S220/RADKErobin_WEB.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S7zMjv1HzXI/AAAAAAAAABg/qO2Uq00dJt0/s72-c/ann1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797065636399739622.post-4355843861243266562</id><published>2010-04-04T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:25:02.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>Just wrapping up a weekend with family, friends and many blessings.&amp;nbsp; Better Minnesota Easter weather than I could have hoped for, and a chance to enjoy the season through the eyes of A &amp;amp; C.&amp;nbsp; They did a great job sitting with Mom, Dad and the grandparents in the "boring room" at church (i.e., the sanctuary - their words, not mine) and had a great time hunting for eggs in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't help but share a couple of favorite shots from the weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S7ljiqwX0bI/AAAAAAAAABA/qcE6r1u1_ns/s1600/DSCN4719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S7ljiqwX0bI/AAAAAAAAABA/qcE6r1u1_ns/s320/DSCN4719.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;R and&amp;nbsp;me at the Twins/Cardinals exhibition game.&amp;nbsp; Couldn't have asked for better weather.&amp;nbsp; Outdoor baseball is a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S7ljab0ZDAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jfmomTP3Uik/s1600/DSCN4730.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S7ljab0ZDAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jfmomTP3Uik/s320/DSCN4730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S7ljWBCl_wI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HmBYB0MgRu8/s1600/DSCN4728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S7ljWBCl_wI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HmBYB0MgRu8/s320/DSCN4728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;C and A enjoying their&amp;nbsp;egg hunt in the backyard.&amp;nbsp; Honestly, we could have put puppies and&amp;nbsp;the entire Disney&amp;nbsp;princess lineup in their&amp;nbsp;plastic eggs and I'm pretty sure that they still would have lost out to the peeps and chocolate.&amp;nbsp; Hello, sugar rush / sugar crash...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how was &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797065636399739622-4355843861243266562?l=justafterbedtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/feeds/4355843861243266562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/4355843861243266562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/4355843861243266562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958453614620136774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S8fLO9aKn_I/AAAAAAAAACA/8JMUq6nlI7w/S220/RADKErobin_WEB.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S7ljiqwX0bI/AAAAAAAAABA/qcE6r1u1_ns/s72-c/DSCN4719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797065636399739622.post-3871973661259496189</id><published>2010-04-01T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:18:29.975-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momming'/><title type='text'>Loves and God Blesses</title><content type='html'>So to get this blog thing started, it seems a post about bedtime would be in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my husband on kid-duty from dawn to dusk, I generally get to be the boss o' bedtime around these parts.&amp;nbsp; As any of you who have parented for any amount of time&amp;nbsp;are well aware, some nights go well, some not so much, but it's time with my daughters that I'll take any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a particularly trying day.&amp;nbsp; Coming off an emotionally-wearing, up-too-late night the night before, trying to get the house in order before my folks arrive tomorrow for the holiday weekend, wrapping up things at work to spend time with said folks, and trying to keep a non-profit organization in crisis afloat - by the day's end it was starting to take its toll.&amp;nbsp; By the time bedtime rolled around, I had to stall an extra 40 minutes while the younger one's lovies finished a spin in the dryer after a naptime Pull-Ups fail.&amp;nbsp; This slight change in routine resulted in everyone, including me, being worn slick by the time we made it upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got C, my 2 year old girl, tucked in, and headed to do the same for A, my not-quite 4 year old girl.&amp;nbsp; C pops in and needs to be escorted back to her room, where she proceeds to melt down entirely, while A calls me in a sing-song voice from her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I drag myself back to A's room, it's a good hour after normal bedtime.&amp;nbsp; We get to the "Loves and God Blesses" part of our nightime routine, where we list everyone who loves A and everyone who needs God's blessings.&amp;nbsp; With A, this can be a mixed bag -- she either comes up with a winner ("&lt;em&gt;God bless friends who go on a long walk with Mommy&lt;/em&gt;") or a dud ("&lt;em&gt;God bless SpongeBob&lt;/em&gt;").&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"God bless God.&amp;nbsp; He made a pretty nice world for us to live in."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's a winner.&amp;nbsp; If my 3 year-old has this figured out, seems that it would do me some good to remind myself from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping you are enjoying our&amp;nbsp;pretty&amp;nbsp;nice world these days too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797065636399739622-3871973661259496189?l=justafterbedtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/feeds/3871973661259496189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/04/loves-and-god-blesses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/3871973661259496189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/3871973661259496189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/04/loves-and-god-blesses.html' title='Loves and God Blesses'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958453614620136774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S8fLO9aKn_I/AAAAAAAAACA/8JMUq6nlI7w/S220/RADKErobin_WEB.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797065636399739622.post-7691293621573217240</id><published>2010-03-30T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:18:51.663-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Taking a deep breath and jumping in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;So, I'm dipping my toes into the blogging waters.&amp;nbsp; I've been fortunate enough to connect with a community of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwantaminivan.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themarketingmama.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;talented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gustgab.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; locally who have encouraged me repeatedly to dive in.&amp;nbsp; At the same time, because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simplicityinthesuburbs.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lunargoat.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gustgab.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; are so wonderful and talented, I'm more than a bit intimated to join the ranks.&amp;nbsp; But here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Why "Just After Bedtime"?&amp;nbsp; I'm the mom of two beautiful and busy girls and my days are filled with time at the office and time with them.&amp;nbsp; It seems that only "just after bedtime" -- that moment after both girls are tucked into bed -- is when I can collect my thoughts about the day and&amp;nbsp;not be something to someone else.&amp;nbsp; Some days these moments last longer than others, before I jump back into work, planning for the next day or downtime with my spouse.&amp;nbsp; I hope to use this blog as a place to help capture these moments and put a few thoughts down from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Things I may cover here from time to time?&amp;nbsp; Being the work-outside-of-the-house-wife to a stay-at-home-dad.&amp;nbsp; Putting an end to breast cancer, 3 days at a time.&amp;nbsp; How fast time goes when you're spending it with two active children.&amp;nbsp; Turning 40.&amp;nbsp; Pop culture.&amp;nbsp; Learning as I go while I blog.&amp;nbsp; And very likely, trying to find my blogging voice and the time in which to use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;For those who are out there, thanks for joining me on the ride - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Robin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797065636399739622-7691293621573217240?l=justafterbedtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/feeds/7691293621573217240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/03/taking-deep-breath-and-jumping-in.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/7691293621573217240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797065636399739622/posts/default/7691293621573217240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justafterbedtime.blogspot.com/2010/03/taking-deep-breath-and-jumping-in.html' title='Taking a deep breath and jumping in.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17958453614620136774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6d5eVEsHMY/S8fLO9aKn_I/AAAAAAAAACA/8JMUq6nlI7w/S220/RADKErobin_WEB.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
