<?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-2909962275465572563</id><updated>2011-12-31T10:23:04.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' it Leichner Style</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16114462206288112384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909962275465572563.post-2652429611582276455</id><published>2011-09-21T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T19:03:00.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Fish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I love watching Aaron and Malachi together:)&amp;nbsp; Aaron is such an amazing dad and it is so apparent to me how much little boys need their dads.&amp;nbsp; Over the last couple of summers Malachi has LOVED going fishing!&amp;nbsp; He started out with a kids fishing pole, no real hook and got to where he could cast it easily.&amp;nbsp; So we upgraded him to a full size fishing pole and he and his dad spent many evenings this summer&amp;nbsp;fishing together.&amp;nbsp; At this point the closest Malachi will get to a fish is touching it with one finger and saying "Nice catchin' ya!"&amp;nbsp; Oh but he's definitely not afraid of worms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBHp2W8Th6A/Tnp1i9DCuXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/FyjnxpB4FwE/s1600/IMG_7038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Like father like son!&amp;nbsp; Is it bad that at 2 1/2 yrs old I'm legitimately afraid of Malachi's tackles??&amp;nbsp; Oh the fun to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On another note here's a conversation Malachi and I had yesterday.&amp;nbsp; To set the scene I was packing my lunch for work and Malachi was playing with some puzzles in his little brother's room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: "Hey Malachi it's almost time to leave for Grandma's!&amp;nbsp; Can you please pick up your puzzles before we&amp;nbsp;go?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachi&lt;/strong&gt;: "No!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: "Bub you don't tell me no, please pick up your puzzles."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachi&lt;/strong&gt;: "I don't want to."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- at this point I walk into the room and find Malachi laying flat on his back, arms and legs all stretched out -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: "Hey Bub let's go ahead and pick up your puzzles please."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachi&lt;/strong&gt;: "No thanks, I really don't want to."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: "Let's do it together like a team - I'll help you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachi&lt;/strong&gt;: "Okay mom, why don't you go ahead and start and I'll watch."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; (laughing): "No I don't think so bub"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachi&lt;/strong&gt;: "It's okay Mom, you go ahead I'll be there in a minute."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: (still laughing) "Nice try Bub."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thankfully he did end up picking up his puzzles - please tell me I'm not the only one who has this kind of conversation with their toddler??&amp;nbsp; If only I was better at keeping a straight face...﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909962275465572563-2652429611582276455?l=theleichners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/feeds/2652429611582276455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909962275465572563&amp;postID=2652429611582276455' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/2652429611582276455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/2652429611582276455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/2011/09/go-fish.html' title='Go Fish!'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16114462206288112384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBHp2W8Th6A/Tnp1i9DCuXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/FyjnxpB4FwE/s72-c/IMG_7038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909962275465572563.post-3137476895393955818</id><published>2011-09-14T13:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T09:39:01.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm cookies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Do you ever sit there and watch something happen, all the while your insides are screaming "Clean up that mess! Don't let it happen! Ooh there goes the flour..." Welcome to my world of making cookies with Malachi:) He has always enjoyed "helping" but even more so lately. If I give him a job to do he is content to do it for a long time. So today it was scooping flour. Not actually into the cookie dough, just scooping. And scooping. And scooping some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Now don't misunderstand, I am not a clean freak. Actually I almost laughed out loud right then at the thought. But as good as Malachi's aim is, it got lost every time he said anything. "Hey Mom!" equalled flour on the floor. "Mom look at me!" Another scoop on the counter. "Look at me scoop Mom!" And Jaxon (our dog) suddenly had a very nice powdered toupee. To which I responded "You're doing an awesome job bub" and I laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So here's a little slide show of my ever-so-eager helper. And although I forgot to take pictures of the final product, the cookies were delicious:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YwrQVBnqsT0/Tm61Jrvy3mI/AAAAAAAAAHo/774nIS4YW4k/s1600/IMG_7046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YwrQVBnqsT0/Tm61Jrvy3mI/AAAAAAAAAHo/774nIS4YW4k/s320/IMG_7046.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3WSyRjTgRFQ/Tm61PZD4_DI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mSqcFz67XGQ/s1600/IMG_7047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3WSyRjTgRFQ/Tm61PZD4_DI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mSqcFz67XGQ/s320/IMG_7047.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZB6NbCRUfTI/Tm61R0lYptI/AAAAAAAAAHw/fOrCeyDw9EI/s1600/IMG_7048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZB6NbCRUfTI/Tm61R0lYptI/AAAAAAAAAHw/fOrCeyDw9EI/s320/IMG_7048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVuEaLd3CQc/Tm61W-wpCjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/uhrbP8ZOygY/s1600/IMG_7049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVuEaLd3CQc/Tm61W-wpCjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/uhrbP8ZOygY/s320/IMG_7049.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5hFC3bNZVK4/Tm61ZEx4J7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/dPyVTZH-sro/s1600/IMG_7050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5hFC3bNZVK4/Tm61ZEx4J7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/dPyVTZH-sro/s320/IMG_7050.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NTr3tp1NUYU/Tm61aPrAuyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jebJ9gkiAo0/s1600/IMG_7052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NTr3tp1NUYU/Tm61aPrAuyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jebJ9gkiAo0/s320/IMG_7052.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UkEQjJiI5gc/Tm61cnYXEaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/pDLxMCKSZdY/s1600/IMG_7054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UkEQjJiI5gc/Tm61cnYXEaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/pDLxMCKSZdY/s320/IMG_7054.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kFI7pGXWHfE/Tm61fBz0-yI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6Jw9jQj1tL8/s1600/IMG_7055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kFI7pGXWHfE/Tm61fBz0-yI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6Jw9jQj1tL8/s320/IMG_7055.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Now that you're all sufficiently hungry, I'll satisfy your appetites with another list of all things Malachi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You get smarter and smarter every day. Two nights ago you were playing cars with your dad in your room, and when you came out you showed me how subtraction and addition work with your cars. Your teacher dad was so proud:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Since I already mentioned cars, I'll say that you are obsessed right now! You love anything on wheels but especially the endless supply of hot wheels at your Grandma Susie's house and your growing collection at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You skied behind the boat all by yourself on vacation. As your mom, I was freaking out (but I'm sure I acted cool as a cucumber) and you did amazing!! You skied around the entire lake and loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You are fighting nap times and bed times right now. You usually have to be put back down a couple times before you'll stay. And you do fight it more for mom than anyone else. It's awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You are doing so good being potty trained! We still have some poop issues but they are so so so much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The other day I commented that we needed rain, to which you said "Yeah! The grass and plants are dry and they need rain to drink through their roots!" I love your brains. And I love that you're learning from others - thanks Gma's and Gpa's, Aunts and Uncles for being such good teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You are FAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I am SLOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We were snuggling on the couch and you felt Jericho kick you from inside my belly:) I pointed out that he had kicked you and was saying "hi!" The next day you ran up and said, "Remember when Jericho kicked me?? I want to kick him too!" I said no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Your favorite Bible story is David and Goliath. We have an amazing kid's Bible that makes it easy to understand but stays really accurate. However, your favorite quote from that story is Goliath telling God's army, "I'll rip your heads off and have you on toast!" I really love when you yell that at the pool. Once more, we want to be like DAVID. Not Goliath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You are going to be an amazing big brother:) You talk to my belly and hug on it and kiss it all the time. And you can't wait to teach Jericho SO many things! How about we leave Goliath out of it though?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm so proud of your manners. You do such a good job of saying "May I..." and "Please and thank you." It's amazing what a difference those little things make day to day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Goodness. When I don't post for 4 months my lists could go on forever! The first 16 wks of this pregnancy I was extremely sick and couldn't handle looking at a computer screen. So here's hoping that the holidays/giving birth/having a newborn will provide much more free time for updates! I'll get the hang of this someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I hope you all have a wonderfully blessed day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909962275465572563-3137476895393955818?l=theleichners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/feeds/3137476895393955818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909962275465572563&amp;postID=3137476895393955818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/3137476895393955818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/3137476895393955818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/2011/09/do-you-ever-sit-there-and-watch.html' title='Mmm cookies....'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16114462206288112384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YwrQVBnqsT0/Tm61Jrvy3mI/AAAAAAAAAHo/774nIS4YW4k/s72-c/IMG_7046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909962275465572563.post-4615813435091493934</id><published>2011-05-02T19:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T20:00:07.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a Booger...</title><content type='html'>How do kids get so smart? Not necessarily in the intellectual book-smart kind of way, but in the ornery 'I can pull one over on you' way? He &lt;em&gt;obviously&lt;/em&gt; didn't learn it from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last saturday night we had a group over to watch UFC and Malachi was having the time of his life. He was such a ham! And &lt;em&gt;somehow&lt;/em&gt; he kept finding his way in front of a couple of pretty girls and was very quick to turn on the charm. (Never mind being ornery - how do they learn &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;so young!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and I put him down to bed about 9:30 or so and it wasn't 10 minutes later I hear a voice from the top of the stairs... "Mommy! Daddy! I have a booger!! I need a tissue please!!!" Aaron goes up the first time, helps him with a tissue and puts him right back down. Fast forward about 20 mins this time and we hear the same desperate cry. "Mommy! Daddy! I need a tissue - I have more boogers! Please!!" This time I come to his rescue, help him with a tissue (sidenote - I saw no boogers) and put him back in bed with a stern, but loving, speech about it being bedtime and we need to stay in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a little more than an HOUR and I see Jaxon's (our dog) ears perk up and he looks up the stairs. I listen for a moment and I hear feet running back and forth! So I quietly creep up the stairs, round the corner and see none other than Malachi James in the middle of the living room rocking out with his guitar. He turns, sees me, drops his guitar and says "I have more boogers!!" Lol...yeah right. So my kid finally goes to bed - for good - at 11:30! Boogers huh? Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's another update on the wonderous workings of Malachi - hope you enjoy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You and your daddy LOVE to wrestle. I mean hard-core crash and burn wrestling. Your dad has even taught you how to put him in an arm-bar and is working on the rear-naked choke. (For those of you non-UFC fans they're only wrestling moves:) I have to admit sometimes I'm a bit nervous watching this action - which is proof to me that little boys need their daddies, and if you were left up to just me you'd probably end up a pansy. Love my hubby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You still eat applesauce for breakfast &lt;em&gt;every single morning&lt;/em&gt; and have for the last I don't know how many months.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You still eat a peanut butter and jelly &lt;em&gt;every single day&lt;/em&gt; (that you're home at least) for lunch and have for the last I don't know how many months.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am this close to saying that you're potty-trained. You have been doing awesome for a few weeks now and I am SO proud of you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;This isn't so much something you're doing as it is something you did, but it made me smile:) the morning after Easter when I went in to get you out of bed, you sat up and said "I had a good Easter mommy! I had a really good Easter!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are still incredibly independent. Nighttime is a great example, you want to turn on your sound machine, turn off your light and pull your blankets over you "all by yourself." And you do get quite upset if we do any of the above for you. But you do still need me for some things like feeding you, bathing you, dressing you....just saying...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was really sick last week and when I started crying you ran over and said "what's wrong Mommy?" When I told you I didn't feel well you gave me a bunch of kisses and said, "It's okay mommy, I'm right here, it's going to be okay. I'll make you feel all better." I love you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don't have as many boogers as you think.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You love to scoop poop. I have plans to take video record of that and hold it against you in your teenage years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We'll leave it at that for now:) I'm going to snuggle my son and watch an episode of Bubble Guppies. If you've never seen the show, it's little kid genius! Absolutely hilarious - I do actually laugh out loud at times. My name is Sage, and I am the mom of a toddler. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;God bless everyone:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909962275465572563-4615813435091493934?l=theleichners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/feeds/4615813435091493934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909962275465572563&amp;postID=4615813435091493934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/4615813435091493934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/4615813435091493934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-have-booger.html' title='I Have a Booger...'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16114462206288112384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909962275465572563.post-2514243914894801276</id><published>2011-03-12T19:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T20:28:10.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New House!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahhh...our new house:) It makes me smile so big! I was going to wait and do this post when I had some more pictures to show you, but that's not going to be for another week or so - and once moving starts I'm not sure when I'll get to post next. So consider this a little teaser:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This first picture is the view from our master bedroom into the backyard. You can see our deck on the right and the patio underneath it. The picnic table doesn't stay unfortunately but we'll get proper seating there eventually!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nX0BFCytzKk/TXwlJR5jK4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/vZmtqgxF4eI/s1600/IMG_6875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583378479386405762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nX0BFCytzKk/TXwlJR5jK4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/vZmtqgxF4eI/s320/IMG_6875.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the second bedroom upstairs which might temporarily be Malachi's room until another baby comes along. The house is a split-level with 2 bedrooms up and 2 down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-szCFWKT7HBI/TXwlJKEt0aI/AAAAAAAAAHY/gjmAV6j6qck/s1600/IMG_6878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583378477285757346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-szCFWKT7HBI/TXwlJKEt0aI/AAAAAAAAAHY/gjmAV6j6qck/s320/IMG_6878.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view of the master bedroom from the doorway, the window on the far wall is huge! And we will be changing the colors in here...not sure what to yet, I'm still waiting for my 'sue the napkin' moment. (If you have no idea what that means check out &lt;a href="http://www.younghouselove.com/"&gt;http://www.younghouselove.com/&lt;/a&gt; and search sue the napkin - it'll make a lot more sense).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qMjMbHKtilE/TXwlInlm1wI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pNf5l2jkooc/s1600/IMG_6870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583378468028471042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qMjMbHKtilE/TXwlInlm1wI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pNf5l2jkooc/s320/IMG_6870.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my beautiful white kitchen:) It makes my heart happy!!! The colors in there are pretty, but the wall behind me that you can't see is red like the area above the sink and my current kitchen is red. So I'm changing it:) I'm going for a white/grey/yellow scheme in the kitchen. White cabinets with gray walls, and then using accessories to do awesomely bright pops of yellow! Already have a plan for painting our dining room table that I'm really stoked about, I'll make sure to document it for you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9XHl1ldygw/TXwlIa3-igI/AAAAAAAAAHI/eVDh6lZ694U/s1600/IMG_6881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583378464615860738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9XHl1ldygw/TXwlIa3-igI/AAAAAAAAAHI/eVDh6lZ694U/s320/IMG_6881.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all the pics I have for now sorry! I can't wait to see the house empty and then even more so with our stuff in it! I've finally started packing as of yesterday, and I must say I'm pretty proud of how much I got done! But there's so much more to do....thankfully my amazing mom is coming over Monday to help me. Shout out for all the amazing moms out there - love you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is so good, this house is beyond our wildest dreams and I'm so excited for Malachi to grow up there. Speaking of the kid, here's another list of all things done by Malachi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as of March 12th, 2010:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You still love music. As I'm writing this post you are standing on a box pretending that the upside down laundry basket is your snare drum, your little chair is your cymbal and your lego table is your bass drum. You didn't want to look for your actual drumsticks so instead you're using the thermometer and ear-checker-thingie from your doctor kit. And yes that's a technical term.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are not doing well with potty-training right now. We're talking &lt;em&gt;major &lt;/em&gt;regression and it's been awesome for testing mom and dad's patience. Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are incredibly independent and want to do everything by yourself. We went out to eat tonight and you cut up your food with a knife all by yourself for the first time. Big kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The other day you were a little too quiet in the other room so I asked you what you were doing and you said "I'm just relaxing!" I should have known...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are helping your dad remodel our master bathroom and are actually really helpful! You have your own hammer, wrench, saw, and screwdrivers, and you proudly gave me a tour of all of your hard work when I got home from work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You sang the "Have Patience" song at the top of your lungs in Target the other day. I liked it:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A volunteer worker at your BSF kid's class on Wednesday morning paid you a huge compliment; she said you were extremely attentive, you participated in everything and had great manners and she could tell that you belonged to someone in leadership (meaning your Grandma Susie). I thanked God for that and was so proud:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now we are on to a week of craziness! We close on our house on Friday so I welcome any prayers that our moving would be smooth and painless:) I hope you all have had a wonderful week! God bless!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/2909962275465572563-2514243914894801276?l=theleichners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/feeds/2514243914894801276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909962275465572563&amp;postID=2514243914894801276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/2514243914894801276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/2514243914894801276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/2011/03/our-new-house.html' title='Our New House!'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16114462206288112384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nX0BFCytzKk/TXwlJR5jK4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/vZmtqgxF4eI/s72-c/IMG_6875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909962275465572563.post-34805414240667804</id><published>2011-03-01T23:57:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T01:10:10.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my friend mommy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know where he gets this stuff, but I love it:) I think it's amazing...and scary...how much our kids learn from us and develop their own behaviors and speech patterns based on what they observe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I do have these moments when Malachi does something - and I have absolutely no idea where it came from! Here's the latest one: he has started referring to me as 'his friend mommy' and Aaron as 'his friend daddy.' So every morning when I get him out of bed one of his first questions is "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;where'd&lt;/span&gt; my friend daddy go??" And it makes my heart smile! I take my role as a parent very seriously, and I consider it much more important to be his parent than his friend...but if he chooses to see me as 'his friend mommy,' I am completely okay with that:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Leichner&lt;/span&gt; household has some exciting news - we're moving!! We have been blessed with an incredible house and our closing date is set for March 18&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; - I can't wait! There will be plenty of pictures to come. The house is in Valley Center and amazingly Aaron has come to terms with living in enemy territory:) I guess the right house will do that for you! I haven't even begun to pack...not exactly sure when or how to get started. Do you wait until the last minute so you don't have to live out of boxes any longer than necessary? Or is it better to start boxing things up now and not procrastinate? I welcome any thoughts and advice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now it's time for another installment of all things done by Malachi. Here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are very independent. If Aaron or I pick you up off of the couch you'll immediately run back to it, climb up on it and proceed to then climb down yourself while saying "I can do it all myself!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You like oysters. Yep. Oysters. I came home from work last Tuesday night and your dad tell me that you had a spinach salad and then oysters for dinner - and loved it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Whaaat&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You finally have your colors down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You have learned how to barter - Grandma Susie gave you your first coin bank and you love it! But you found our stash of loose change and I'll catch you (repeatedly) with a fistful of coins. When I say that you can only have 2 coins, you say "How 'bout 5 coins mommy?" I'll go up to 3, you stay at 5 and it goes on for awhile. You usually end up getting 3 - I'm so tough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You learned how to swim on your back in the bathtub and love it. Except you talk &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; loud when your ears are under water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You like American Idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are the ultimate backseat driver. If we're coming up to a red light you go "The light is red! It's red mommy! We have to STOP WE HAVE TO STOP!!!" And if it's green you say "It's green mommy we can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gooooo&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!" Multiply this by a dozen and that's a typical car ride with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You love running. Or 'zooming' as we call it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your dad is teaching you how to do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;back flips&lt;/span&gt; and it makes you laugh so hard - I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Man I am not good at editing these lists! I could go on and on! ::sigh::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's a few pics from the past couple of weeks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My boys on on of the many snow days:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O402z2EbU2U/TW3lMhPz-sI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gK920JCAIF4/s1600/IMG_6864.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579367516627794626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O402z2EbU2U/TW3lMhPz-sI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gK920JCAIF4/s320/IMG_6864.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j7HCZe3njFA/TW3lMSMBP8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/YT7mECQm19w/s1600/IMG_6863.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579367512585355202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j7HCZe3njFA/TW3lMSMBP8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/YT7mECQm19w/s320/IMG_6863.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malachi fell asleep on the way to our realtor's office so we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;laid&lt;/span&gt; him down and wrapped him up on her floor and he slept that way the entire time...must be nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6DUOLGwEtj4/TW3lMFNbnCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/aEu9zO1MeHo/s1600/IMG_6866.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579367509101616162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6DUOLGwEtj4/TW3lMFNbnCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/aEu9zO1MeHo/s320/IMG_6866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying on dad's Packer's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;superbowl&lt;/span&gt; champs hat:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQNeNc-guN0/TW3lLwC-YdI/AAAAAAAAAGo/R5qGNtIwlCQ/s1600/IMG_6868.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579367503420613074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQNeNc-guN0/TW3lLwC-YdI/AAAAAAAAAGo/R5qGNtIwlCQ/s320/IMG_6868.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have a blessed week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909962275465572563-34805414240667804?l=theleichners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/feeds/34805414240667804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909962275465572563&amp;postID=34805414240667804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/34805414240667804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/34805414240667804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-my-friend-mommy.html' title='This is my friend mommy...'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16114462206288112384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O402z2EbU2U/TW3lMhPz-sI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gK920JCAIF4/s72-c/IMG_6864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909962275465572563.post-8852779006905276328</id><published>2011-02-08T16:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T16:32:08.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/TVHAg9r6jUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6XtWUBwBq4E/s1600/IMG_4201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571445886581116226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/TVHAg9r6jUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6XtWUBwBq4E/s320/IMG_4201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For this post I thought I would pull a picture out of my archives that would bring those who see it a myriad of emotions.  It might start as shock with a side of nausea but just wait - as you take it in and gaze at the reflective sheen of our oversized shoulder puffs, that nausea will become - wait for it - ah yes, pure joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well maybe joy is a stretch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it is entertaining right?  I love that somewhere in the world there are 2 self-respecting women that actually wore these and felt beautiful.  And those same two women realized that the world of Goodwill would be benefitted by their sacrifice and fast forward 20 years my sister and I could look like &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now our mom truly deserves our gratitude - she decided to have a costume murder mystery party for her birthday a couple of years ago which gave Ginger and I the perfect venue to strut our Aquanet lovin, face paint wearin, shoulder pad packin' style.  I'm not really sure if my mom knew her invitation would be responded to with such (cough) beauty - but I'm sure she had never felt so proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go ahead and take one more look at this picture and savor the fact that 20 years from now our daughters and sons will be writing similar stories while wearing the outfits we drool over today.  Yay for the ever evolving world of fashion.  Yay for enough confidence to laugh at ourselves.  But never yay for 80's fashions.  I just can't do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Oh and the kid is doing great - he woke up this morning 'baa-ing' like a sheep).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909962275465572563-8852779006905276328?l=theleichners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/feeds/8852779006905276328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909962275465572563&amp;postID=8852779006905276328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/8852779006905276328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/8852779006905276328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/2011/02/thats-hot.html' title='That&apos;s Hot'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16114462206288112384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/TVHAg9r6jUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6XtWUBwBq4E/s72-c/IMG_4201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909962275465572563.post-4859137687193641550</id><published>2011-02-04T08:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T09:42:13.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prodigal Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Good intentions are not enough. They've never put an onion in the soup yet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's say my blog is a soup. At this point it is onion-less, meat-less, vegetable-less....heck I barely have the broth at a boil. So here I am, the prodigal blogger a bit terrified to make any promises - but inspired by other blogs to do a better job documenting my son's life. Oh sure, Aaron and I have lives too - but let's be honest it's a lot more fun to focus on the kid:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love how my friend Gina Dreher is so good at making lists about whatever Sutton is up to these days. I wish I had done that for Malachi earlier on! She and my sister both have advised me that I don't always need to have pictures to update my blog, that I should just write whatever is goin on with us. But let's be honest, how many of us love reading blogs without the visual aids? By the time you have your own family and are chasing a toddler around our preferences have reverted to "Wait, a book with no pictures? What's the point??" So I'm going to warn you that in an effort to be more consistent with my entries there may not always be pictures (gasp). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is my first official list of all things done by Malachi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 yrs 2 months old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are obsessed with music. You LOVE watching your daddy sing on the Asbury Christmas Special and never get tired of it....ever......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can count to 10 in spanish. Thank you Dora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You eat at least one Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich a day. Please don't ever decide you don't like them because your mom would be lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You watch Dora the Explorer, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and Special Agent Oso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are taking your time with potty training, but we've been using pull-ups lately and you're doing awesome:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chocolate milk is your favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You're really into the "thunder" setting on your sound machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are amazing at basketball - really! You can shoot a full size basketball into your hoop (on the highest setting) from about 5 ft away over and over. And over and over. And over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your dad taught you how to 'jab and go' when playing basketball against a defender. Even though your jab doesn't really jab - you love it:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dad taught you the 3 things needed for a fire: a heat source, fuel source and oxygen. Then you taught your mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You weigh somewhere around 33 lbs and are actually taller for your age! How in the world did that happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You think snow is awesome. Grandma Bubba taught you how to make and throw snowballs and you think it's the coolest thing ever. Until you try it without your mittens on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everytime you hear sirens you ask mommy if you can pray for them and then you pray like this: "Dear Jesus thank you for my breakfast - I mean please help whoever's in trouble. Amen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So obviously not posting in a year makes my initial list really long. I'll cut it off for now and save some for later:) I hope you all are having a blessed 2011:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909962275465572563-4859137687193641550?l=theleichners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/feeds/4859137687193641550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909962275465572563&amp;postID=4859137687193641550' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/4859137687193641550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/4859137687193641550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/2011/02/prodigal-blogger.html' title='The Prodigal Blogger'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16114462206288112384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909962275465572563.post-6999765576298318925</id><published>2010-02-27T19:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T20:24:59.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you're a parent, have been around parents, have been a child or still are a child - I'm sure you know the "who me?" look.  It's unmistakable...the wide innocent eyes and slightly pouty lips - and if it hasn't been used on you there's a very good chance you've used it on some unsuspecting prey.  On this particular morning Malachi had eaten his breakfast and I was working on accomplishing the same.  As I came into the kitchen to put my dishes in the sink I caught a glimpse of my son working very hard to acquire some last tiny morsels of honey nut goodness.  I grabbed the camera and actually succeeded in getting a few pictures taken before he noticed me - hence the following: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/S4nRfJm_9RI/AAAAAAAAAFY/OTIocph7DRQ/s1600-h/IMG_6245.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443111957739599122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/S4nRfJm_9RI/AAAAAAAAAFY/OTIocph7DRQ/s320/IMG_6245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Ooh this is gonna be good..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/S4nRezKSjrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gR9tcZdX4uY/s1600-h/IMG_6248.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443111951713603250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/S4nRezKSjrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gR9tcZdX4uY/s320/IMG_6248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Man I wish my arm was longer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/S4nReU67RCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qDokePPDsyo/s1600-h/IMG_6250.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443111943596098594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/S4nReU67RCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qDokePPDsyo/s320/IMG_6250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Ah that's better"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/S4nReKqXI1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/qML1JpqO2D4/s1600-h/IMG_6251.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443111940842267474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/S4nReKqXI1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/qML1JpqO2D4/s320/IMG_6251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Just...a...little......further....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/S4nRdqtNQgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/AgHfuX3udw4/s1600-h/IMG_6249.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443111932264268290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/S4nRdqtNQgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/AgHfuX3udw4/s320/IMG_6249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Uh oh think fast!  "Who me?  Mom - I would never!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love him:) And I definitely can't blame him - those honey nut cheerios are &lt;em&gt;delicious&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2909962275465572563-6999765576298318925?l=theleichners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/feeds/6999765576298318925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909962275465572563&amp;postID=6999765576298318925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/6999765576298318925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/6999765576298318925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-me.html' title='Who Me?'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16114462206288112384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/S4nRfJm_9RI/AAAAAAAAAFY/OTIocph7DRQ/s72-c/IMG_6245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909962275465572563.post-2012850265605603070</id><published>2010-02-15T21:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:03:46.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My little music man:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aea524aec26c4270" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909962275465572563.post-783573358536584553</id><published>2010-02-11T19:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:54:38.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean is a relative term...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love my son:) I love his joy, his laughter, his 'dancing,' his surprise attack and his fascination with all things loud. And I love his toys...I really do...in the sense that they entertain him and teach him and help him have fun. But my love for his toys end right about there lol. I have worked really hard to not let my house become one that is overwhelmed with toys and evidence of all things baby, but I'm pretty sure in rabbit fashion they are multiplying everytime I turn my back! And here's my latest challenge: so I thought it would be smart to buy a toy chest/ottoman storage to keep in the living room to conceal his toys and maybe provide some additional seating. So I go online and find what looks to be the perfect solution at Target! So I trek through the snow with Malachi excited to find my saving grace - and what I find at Target is a storage bench with a 5 inch padded lid (not hollow like I thought) that is now no longer big enough for what I need:P Ok, so 2 days later I try Walmart and no luck. I've looked online at Ikea, overstock.com, ebay etc etc etc and I cannot find what I need in the price that I need!!! Oh that have hundreds of options, all either too small, too plastic or too expensive. One day my living room will be reclaimed right? Right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Frustrations aside another reason I love my son is that he loves to put things away. Show him a box or a trashcan, and he'll put everything in it - whether it fits or not. So if there are toys all over the place at least I have the youngest love of my life helping me out:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909962275465572563-783573358536584553?l=theleichners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/feeds/783573358536584553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909962275465572563&amp;postID=783573358536584553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/783573358536584553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/783573358536584553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/2010/02/clean-is-relative-term.html' title='Clean is a relative term...'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16114462206288112384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909962275465572563.post-152624806191258632</id><published>2010-02-08T10:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:39:34.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aff83a71fdc66ad0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daff83a71fdc66ad0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329846958%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6918711F82F2FFDA2002833BA6A99A47F633FD26.AC0D0785516351C27B7A7D84E10046F739FAE2F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daff83a71fdc66ad0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dafh15QgC6pDS9vQChcE7QsyQU8Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daff83a71fdc66ad0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329846958%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6918711F82F2FFDA2002833BA6A99A47F633FD26.AC0D0785516351C27B7A7D84E10046F739FAE2F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daff83a71fdc66ad0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dafh15QgC6pDS9vQChcE7QsyQU8Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this is my first attempt at uploading a video to my blog...I am so behind the times.  And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; be even more so if it doesn't work ::sigh:: - why doesn't technology adeptness cross between sisters?  Ginger completely gets this stuff! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some updates on Malachi: He is 14 months old, acting more like a little boy than a toddler:P  He is running around like crazy, and loves loves loves basketball.  He can say a myriad of words - of course mom, dad, dog, and he says 'ball ball' for basketball.  His favorite word right now is 'no' which is far from my favorite - he can say 'yes' although he doesn't choose to very often;)  He is a huge fan of chocolate milk (but then again who isn't?  Besides my sister...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last weekend I got to see my baby boy throw up for the first time:(  Not something I'd like to relive anytime soon.  We both got the 'Nora Walk' virus?  Not sure on the spelling, very sure on the effects.  Malachi was vomiting and having diarrhea all weekend, poor thing!  But it only lasted 3 days like our dr. said it would, thankfully.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I am going to enjoy &lt;em&gt;another &lt;/em&gt;snow day with my hubby!  Old man winter must want us to spend more time together:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909962275465572563-152624806191258632?l=theleichners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/feeds/152624806191258632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909962275465572563&amp;postID=152624806191258632' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/152624806191258632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/152624806191258632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-this-is-my-first-attempt-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16114462206288112384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909962275465572563.post-3758162999281497933</id><published>2009-09-18T21:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:27:36.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever Have One of Those Days?</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was one of those days.  One of those days that from the moment you get up to the moment you leave for work you just feel off and things just aren't going so smooth.  One of those days that once you arrive at work you find out you're not the only one feeling unusually grumpy so those you were counting on to offer a pick me up are down in the same boat you are.  One of those days that the longer it goes on the more you can't believe that everything that's happening is really happening ::sigh:: one of those days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But praise the Lord, 'those days' are still only 24 hrs long.  No longer than any other good day although it may not seem that way:)   So now to the things I'm thankful for!  I'm thankful that today wasn't yesterday;)  I'm thankful for my husband working so hard on our house and taking such good care of me.  I'm thankful for my mom and her completely unselfish help whenever Ginger and I need it.  I'm thankful that my sis was feeling a bit better today.  And I'm thankful for my son who cracks me up every 5 minutes and makes me wonder what life could be any better.  So I am thankful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron, Malachi and I are headed to Kansas City tomorrow, we're staying the night and going to the Chiefs game on Sunday!  We're not exactly big Chiefs fan but a coworker of Aaron's has season tickets and couldn't make it to this game and graciously offered the tickets to us!  And since neither of us have ever been to an NFL game we're looking forward to it:)  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; for a weekend getaway - and another bonus, we're having dinner with my college &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roomie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mindi&lt;/span&gt; Saturday night!  I haven't seen her in a few months so I'm really excited:)  Hopefully I'll have lots of fun pictures from the weekend to share with you...actually I have a lot of pictures to share with you already considering my 9 month hiatus from blogging...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a blessed weekend and that no one has 'one of those days' - but even if you do, praise the Lord:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909962275465572563-3758162999281497933?l=theleichners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/feeds/3758162999281497933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909962275465572563&amp;postID=3758162999281497933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/3758162999281497933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/3758162999281497933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/2009/09/ever-have-one-of-those-days.html' title='Ever Have One of Those Days?'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16114462206288112384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909962275465572563.post-314309415687199723</id><published>2009-09-14T20:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:40:28.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Day:)</title><content type='html'>Today was a fun Monday!  I am so blessed...amazing friends and amazing family - I have no right to complain about anything.  Krista Hutton is one of my most dear and favorite friends who always makes time for me - and this morning we got to take our boys to Botanica and enjoy the beautiful gardens!  Her grandma had given her 2 free passes and she sweetly thought of me to enjoy them with her.  I hadn't been to Botanica in years, it really is a beautiful place.  God's creation never ceases to amaze me.  I was a little worried about Malachi because he still hadn't napped when we met at the gardens at 11am (very rare for him) but true to form he was still sweet and enjoyable:)  We had a picnic in the middle of the gardens and enjoyed a less humidity-filled day.  My favorite part was playing in the fountain with Malachi - I'd lay him on his stomach on the stone and he would splash his hands in the water as hard as he could and laugh at the cold water hitting him in the face:) (pictures to come).  He makes my heart smile:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the gardens I went to mom's to see her and ginger and my beautiful niece.  Malachi finally fell asleep on the way there so I laid him in the crib once I got to her house - he only slept 30 min!  Crazy little man.  My mom and sis went to Avery's 4 month check up and I ran some errands until they got back home then we hung out for a little bit.  Malachi finally fell asleep on the way home from Grandma's and slept for a good while - and once daddy got home he slept on his chest for awhile longer...one of my favorite sights:)  It was a good day, a blessed day.  I'm so thankful for my healthy baby boy and my husband who is the love of my life and the most amazing father I could ever dream of.  I have a family that is close and shares a love that is rooted in Jesus....I couldn't ask for anything more.  Thank you Lord for blessing me so richly, I'm undeserving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm trying to ease myself back into blogging, or really I'm trying to get into the habit of blogging period.  I have lots of pictures and videos I need to get on here, but that will have to happen another night.  Right now I'm going to go help my hubby give our adorable little boy a bath, and laugh when his splashing is enough for me to consider the kitchen floor mopped:)  Good times....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909962275465572563-314309415687199723?l=theleichners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/feeds/314309415687199723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909962275465572563&amp;postID=314309415687199723' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/314309415687199723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/314309415687199723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-day.html' title='Fun Day:)'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16114462206288112384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909962275465572563.post-2101802597714510699</id><published>2009-09-10T15:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:30:38.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a failed blogger!</title><content type='html'>I'm so so sorry that it's been (ahem) 9 months since my last post!  Completely unintentional...I knew that I wouldn't be the greatest at keeping up with this, but 9 months is just plain ridiculous.  So I apologize, and I will try to catch everyone up in a concise manner:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malachi is 9 months old now and amazing:)  He is seriously the biggest blessing and joy that Aaron and I could ever experience!  He is crawling everywhere, and standing up with anything he can hold on to...walking doesn't seem to be too far off - scary!  He got his first 2 teeth when he was 4 1/2 months old, and he's got 4 more coming in on top and a 3rd on the bottom.  He wants steak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to go on vacation the last 2 wks in July to my parent's cabin in Wisconsin which was glorious!  A much needed break, so relaxing and fun.  I am still working part time at Mary Kate and Company as a hairdresser and loving it.  Aaron is back to school now and getting to just teach Fitness classes this year which is definitely his passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this update is getting cut a little short, I'm at work and my next client just got here.  More to come I promise!  I'll get this figured out one of these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909962275465572563-2101802597714510699?l=theleichners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/feeds/2101802597714510699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909962275465572563&amp;postID=2101802597714510699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/2101802597714510699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/2101802597714510699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-failed-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m a failed blogger!'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16114462206288112384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909962275465572563.post-4992582393236381835</id><published>2008-12-31T17:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T17:50:20.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Month...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't believe everything that's happened since my last post...I gave birth (finally:), entered the world of euphoric yet sleep deprived motherhood and have a beautiful one month old baby boy - Malachi James Leichner.  I had joked that I would go into labor on Thanksgiving day because Malachi would take after his father and not want to miss any of the food - well surprise surprise I was right:)  I had contractions all throughout Thanksgiving dinner at my parent's house, and then they started to get more regular around 7:30.  Aaron and I timed them for the next hour and decided we should go ahead and go to the hospital.  We told our family to wait for us to call - I wasn't sure if they would admit me or not.  We checked in at the Wesley Birthcare Center at 9:15pm and they said that they were going to keep us!  It was such a strange feeling...knowing that sometime in the next day I was going to be able to hold my son.  They put us in our room and within the next hour or so I had my epidural (greatest thing EVER!) and they broke my water.  Then for the next 10 hrs I was on pitocin trying to keep my contractions regular.  I couldn't feel a thing - which was awesome:)  But it was a bit of a long night.  Both Aaron and my family's were camped out in the waiting room, and Aaron and my mom were with me.  Aaron went ahead and napped at my request, and mom and I played cards with Monica - the best nurse ever:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Finally at around 6:50am Dr. Kauffman was there and we started the wonderful world of pushing!  Once again can I say that the epidural is THE greatest thing ever in the world - I couldn't feel a thing!  And not gonna lie, it was really really strange having absolutely no control over my legs - I almost kicked Dr K in the face at one point and had no idea...oops.  I ended up pushing for 2 hrs and we had a good time in between - told jokes, heard stories ~ it was good times!  The last 30 minutes it actually got uncomfortable and I was pretty worn out by this point.  But finally at 8:54am on November 28th Malachi entered the world.  It was...incredible.  It still seems pretty surreal honestly - that I've given birth.  I have a son!  That's craziness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The weeks to follow were pretty intense, and will require a whole other post and I am out of time:)  We're off to celebrate New Year's at my parents ~ here's a thank you to 2008, a year full of surprises, miracles, life lessons and joys.  I can only imagine what 2009 may bring - God bless you all and your new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909962275465572563-4992582393236381835?l=theleichners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/feeds/4992582393236381835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909962275465572563&amp;postID=4992582393236381835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/4992582393236381835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/4992582393236381835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-month.html' title='What a Month...'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16114462206288112384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909962275465572563.post-1798331873083457270</id><published>2008-11-25T08:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:10:33.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'>39 Weeks and Counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had another doctor's appointment yesterday - and I guess you could say it went really well.  I'm still pregnant, but other than that all news was positive:)  I'm 39 weeks now, still at 4.5 cm and 90% effaced.  Dr. Kauffman said that he was honestly amazed that I haven't gone into labor yet (it's always fun when you can baffle your doctor;).  We've joked that Malachi is going to wait and come on Thanksgiving - he'd smell the food and come right out!  But the truth is there is a good chance that he could come thursday since there's a good chance he could come any day - so Dr. Kauffman gave us his cell number just in case.  I really hope that we don't have to pull him away from his family on Thanksgiving though:P  If I haven't gone into labor by next Monday he wants to schedule an induction for the following Monday which would be 6 days past my due date...I really hope I don't go that long, but once again I am definitely not the one in control here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aaron is a few weeks into basketball season now, the boys first game is December 2nd - our due date:) - in Hutch.  Last night they had a scrimmage showcase for the parents to come and watch and see how the teams are coming along.  I think Aaron came away really encouraged - the boys played really well and are showing a lot of potential!  It should be a fun season:)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have a big praise the Lord - Ginger is starting to feel better!  She had such a rough first trimester but the last week or so she's gotten stronger and more like her old self every day:)  I hung out with her and Gina yesterday, we worked on a puzzle that was missing a lot of pieces - good times:)  But it's so good to see Ginger up and around again, and for her old smile to be back:)  Praise the Lord!  I knew Baby Spanky would be nice to her eventually;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think that's everything for now - hopefully next time I post I'll have a baby:)  God bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909962275465572563-1798331873083457270?l=theleichners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/feeds/1798331873083457270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909962275465572563&amp;postID=1798331873083457270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/1798331873083457270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/1798331873083457270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/2008/11/39-weeks-and-counting.html' title='39 Weeks and Counting...'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16114462206288112384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909962275465572563.post-6688941660127842946</id><published>2008-11-22T11:26:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:43:25.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maternity Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sister Ginger had always wanted to do maternity pictures for me but she's been enduring a pretty rough first trimester for the last couple of months so Gina - an amazing friend/photographer generously offered to take the pictures for her! So Gina, Ginger and my mom came over on a Sunday afternoon and did a session with us - I have to admit it was kind of strange having my belly 'out there' - but so worth it, she did an amazing job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/SShDijSfgaI/AAAAAAAAACs/UXN6YMk-uFM/s1600-h/belly+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271537624704582050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/SShDijSfgaI/AAAAAAAAACs/UXN6YMk-uFM/s320/belly+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/SShBpaU6I5I/AAAAAAAAACc/mGGOIXgYL9E/s1600-h/belly+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271535543534625682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/SShBpaU6I5I/AAAAAAAAACc/mGGOIXgYL9E/s320/belly+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We even got our boys Sirius and Jaxon in there with us! They love the camera:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/SShBevFDgII/AAAAAAAAACU/a-D2bE06CiA/s1600-h/belly+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271535360126713986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/SShBevFDgII/AAAAAAAAACU/a-D2bE06CiA/s320/belly+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/SShBY0DasmI/AAAAAAAAACM/wnEacfVi8dI/s1600-h/belly+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271535258382807650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/SShBY0DasmI/AAAAAAAAACM/wnEacfVi8dI/s320/belly+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/SShBSmnDKZI/AAAAAAAAACE/Lobcfvn18nw/s1600-h/belly+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271535151694948754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/SShBSmnDKZI/AAAAAAAAACE/Lobcfvn18nw/s320/belly+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/SShBOOyyMpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ip-V_IRQMzg/s1600-h/belly+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271535076582240914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/SShBOOyyMpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ip-V_IRQMzg/s320/belly+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/SShBJx9UvBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bkqqdzXaRKU/s1600-h/belly+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271535000122342418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/SShBJx9UvBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bkqqdzXaRKU/s320/belly+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/SShBF-UHfRI/AAAAAAAAABs/YzWE8pcSjlU/s1600-h/belly+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271534934719692050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/SShBF-UHfRI/AAAAAAAAABs/YzWE8pcSjlU/s320/belly+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I look ridiculously preggo in this picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/SShBBVmHDQI/AAAAAAAAABk/zk9oeFIWnHI/s1600-h/belly+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271534855069830402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/SShBBVmHDQI/AAAAAAAAABk/zk9oeFIWnHI/s320/belly+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/SShA65LgSII/AAAAAAAAABc/M8znBTN-Ct0/s1600-h/belly+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271534744362829954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/SShA65LgSII/AAAAAAAAABc/M8znBTN-Ct0/s320/belly+1.jpg" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909962275465572563-6688941660127842946?l=theleichners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/feeds/6688941660127842946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909962275465572563&amp;postID=6688941660127842946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/6688941660127842946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/6688941660127842946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/2008/11/maternity-pictures_22.html' title='Maternity Pictures'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16114462206288112384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxDFErxcASc/SShDijSfgaI/AAAAAAAAACs/UXN6YMk-uFM/s72-c/belly+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909962275465572563.post-7152584715998428897</id><published>2008-11-21T14:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:05:20.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew blog pressure could be so great?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm joining the crowd - I am officially a blogger. Well, not necessarily a successful one yet but time will tell. I figured with Malachi due anyday that my life is about to reach a warp speed (you can thank my husband for the Star Trek reference ::sigh::) I have yet to understand or know and that this might be the most efficient way to keep loved ones updated on the incredible thrills of the Leichner life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On a sidenote, cute backgrounds, photos etc will eventually take their place on my blog...but only after a very user-friendly crash course of blogging from my much more technology adept sister. (Thanks in advance Ging:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So our life right now is quickly at a standstill. Malachi James Leichner has been hanging out in my belly for almost 39 weeks now and apparently is really comfortable. I have been dilated at a 4-4 1/2 for 2 weeks and am 90% effaced. Dr. Kauffman is truly surprised that I have not gone into labor yet (as is the rest of the world apparently) and continues to say that it could/should be any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly this week has been pretty hard for me...his due date isn't technically until December 2nd but I've been told that there's no way I'll make it until then. What makes it hard is that for two weeks I've been told it could be any time and yet nothing is happening - I know that God's timing is perfect and I completely trust it...but it gets really tiring having to answer to texts/calls/and comments all day every day of "why haven't you had your baby yet?" and "you're still pregnant?" or "haven't you popped yet?" I know that everyone who asks is asking in love and they're just excited...but my people pleaser side tends to come out and I feel like with every passing day I'm just disappointing someone or putting a wrench in their future plans. It sounds ridiculous I know - how could it be my fault that I haven't gone into labor? Maybe it's the hormones causing more sensitivity - whatever the reason it's hard not to feel at fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;With all that said, I praise the Lord that Malachi is healthy and that this pregnancy has gone so well. I know that the longer he's in me the better it is for him - and God knows exactly when he's supposed to make his grand debut! So until then, I'll trust and I'll wait. It doesn't matter that I don't have a choice, I need to surrender my desires and trust that God truly does know what's best. So consider me surrendered...(i need a white flag)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;More updates to come - have a blessed and wonderful day:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2909962275465572563-7152584715998428897?l=theleichners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/feeds/7152584715998428897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2909962275465572563&amp;postID=7152584715998428897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/7152584715998428897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2909962275465572563/posts/default/7152584715998428897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleichners.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-knew-blog-pressure-could-be-so.html' title='Who knew blog pressure could be so great?'/><author><name>Sage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16114462206288112384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
