<?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-1521042782518654927</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:49:38.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S NOT ALWAYS RAINBOWS &amp; BUTTERFLIES</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunaticmum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521042782518654927/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunaticmum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lunaticmom</name><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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521042782518654927.post-1882878300217256674</id><published>2008-05-11T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:59:24.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day To Me.......</title><content type='html'>You know it was suppose to be my day, all about me.. My girls let me sleep in this morning. Thank goodness cause I was up til 3am watching the weather.It got pretty bad around here. Well my hubby took me to lunch at my favorite restaurant. I don't get to go much the closest one is an hour drive.. I finally got up and got me and the baby ready the girls were waiting on me. We were off. Bryant HATES his car seat so he cried half the way. We got there and well there was a wait, there is always a wait. Its worth it. We finally get seated, waiter gets or drink order. I'm sitting there admiring my hubby holding his son, sooooo cute. I see Bryant making faces, and started to smell him. My hubby hand him to me and says here I think he's through. (Oh Goody)&lt;br /&gt;You know they make changing tables in mens restrooms now too. :) So I take Bryant to the restroom with my small diaper bag/purse, laid him down and started to change him. OH MY GOSH it was all up his back to his neck line, I'm going nuts trying to figure out how to go tell my hubby to go to the car to get him a change of clothes in his big diaper bag. I was getting his clothes off and what do you know he started peeing, by this time I am so fustrated I start laughing uncontrollable, I just laughed til I was crying. Finally I took my shirt off (I wear a undershirt too lol) and wrapped my little naked baby in it went to the table and told him to hurry. He hurries back and i go and put it on him, came back and enjoyed my lunch..My girls were really good today didn't get a back or foot massage out of them but they didn't argue and that was good enough for me.Oh and yesterday Bryant woke me up saying DaDDa DaDDa  (go figure). I said son its mothers day that was suppose to be MaMMa MaMMa.. I am so Blessed. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521042782518654927-1882878300217256674?l=lunaticmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunaticmum.blogspot.com/feeds/1882878300217256674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521042782518654927&amp;postID=1882878300217256674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521042782518654927/posts/default/1882878300217256674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521042782518654927/posts/default/1882878300217256674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunaticmum.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day-to-me.html' title='Happy Mothers Day To Me.......'/><author><name>lunaticmom</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521042782518654927.post-7802398026973145491</id><published>2008-05-09T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:04:56.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smartie Pants</title><content type='html'>When they come home from school they have to do home work before they can go outside to play. Remind you I have 3 in school and I also have my niece duing the week so she can go to school.(she is in 1st grade too) Anyhoo they came home like always throwing their bookbags on the floor, took off their shoes and in the floor they went. The baby was asleep so I got on computer to check messages and such. It sure did get quiet in there. "Are ya'll studing your spelling words." no answer "Hello" I said. Still nothing, so I got up to go check they were outside. I screamed "There is no way ya'll studied your words and vocabulary, get in here." Crimson runs in "yes mommy I did, I know mine." "Whatever lets see." I started calling them out to her, of course she knew them rolling her eyes as she spelled them. So on the paper (its a weekly news letter from teacher) I was looking for a BIG word to get her." Ok missy spell COMPREHENSION." I told her. She sighed and rolled her eyes " C-O-M-P-R-E-H-E-N-S-I-O-N!" She didn't even blink an eye. I said "Just go outside."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521042782518654927-7802398026973145491?l=lunaticmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunaticmum.blogspot.com/feeds/7802398026973145491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521042782518654927&amp;postID=7802398026973145491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521042782518654927/posts/default/7802398026973145491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521042782518654927/posts/default/7802398026973145491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunaticmum.blogspot.com/2008/05/smartie-pants.html' title='Smartie Pants'/><author><name>lunaticmom</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521042782518654927.post-3425797234998464727</id><published>2008-05-09T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T21:44:20.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Make Me Laugh....</title><content type='html'>I never knew I could love this hard. I never knew I could laugh until I was crying or peeing on myself. That is until I had my girls. Crimson cracks me up. She can come up with the craziest things to say. Like one day I was rushing them to hurry and get into the car, I told them" hurry I need to go to farmers(furniture) before they close." Well we were about 2 miles down the road and Crimson said," Mommy why do have to help feed the animals?"well needless to say I was dumbfounded. I asked her what was she talking about. she replied" You said you had to go to farmers, so why do you have to help feed the animals?" I told her that I meant farmers furniture to make my payment. I was laughing so hard I was crying..&lt;br /&gt;Belle is strong-headed like me. I had gotten on to her about hitting her sister or something and told her to go stand in the corner.Well about 5 mins (if that) had passed and I told her to come here to talk about what she had done.I asked her "Well did you learn your lesson." she started crying. I said "Why in the world are you crying for." She said "I don't know what a lesson is." all I could do was to hug her and laugh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521042782518654927-3425797234998464727?l=lunaticmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunaticmum.blogspot.com/feeds/3425797234998464727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521042782518654927&amp;postID=3425797234998464727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521042782518654927/posts/default/3425797234998464727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521042782518654927/posts/default/3425797234998464727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunaticmum.blogspot.com/2008/05/memory-lane.html' title='You Make Me Laugh....'/><author><name>lunaticmom</name><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-1521042782518654927.post-821212075326649175</id><published>2008-05-08T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T22:38:57.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All about us..</title><content type='html'>Hi, My name is Becky. I'm 33, I married my best friend Jason, we have been married for 8 yrs now, seems like eternity. We have four beautiful children. Brittany is our oldest she is 12, preteen need I say more. Crimson is 7 she is our  girly girl / drama queen. Belle is 6, well she is just Belle, a girly tomboy, very clumsy..and we now have a baby boy. Bryant is 6 months, he is the sweetest baby, he has turned me into mush.:) My hubby travels, and I am new at the SAHM thing. I needed something to do, so I'm gonna learn how to blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1521042782518654927-821212075326649175?l=lunaticmum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunaticmum.blogspot.com/feeds/821212075326649175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1521042782518654927&amp;postID=821212075326649175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521042782518654927/posts/default/821212075326649175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1521042782518654927/posts/default/821212075326649175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunaticmum.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-about-us.html' title='All about us..'/><author><name>lunaticmom</name><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></feed>
