<?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-5439655811249662903</id><updated>2012-01-01T10:20:38.314-08:00</updated><category term='Summer Fun in the Sun'/><category term='Random Thoughts During My Walks'/><title type='text'>What You Wish For</title><subtitle type='html'>This is our story- a family of five, if you include the dog.  The family consists of four "men" and a mom, who has pretty much transformed from a girly-girl to a football/Star Wars fanatic who shoves food into her mouth in order to keep up with the men!  Our house is never quiet and rarely stays clean for long.  We play hard and love each other very much!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-7722494504570980824</id><published>2011-12-30T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T16:49:13.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boys Predict The Future</title><content type='html'>I did a terrible job keeping track of our life in 2011.  I don't know what's changed but I feel busier and more distracted than I ever have as a mother, wife, and teacher.  I am going to be better about writing in 2012- I have to be, because the older I get, the worse my short-term and long-term memory gets.  Here's what I have to share about the boys and the Mohs family right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hunter wants to be a gymnast when he grows up and plans to live in California where he can be close to the American Ninja Warrior tryout course and his favorite ninja warriors.  Hunter loves to wear all Under Armour clothing.  He has a friend at school, Aidan J., who wears all black Under Amour and Hunter wants to follow suit.  Santa bought Hunter a brand new Under Armour football sweatshirt this Christmas.  He can pair that with his t-shirt and black pants.  Monday is the day of the week that Hunter wears all black Under Armour.  In regards to Hunter's future, he does plan to get married.  His reason: he doesn't want to live alone.  However, talking about future spouses upsets him greatly.  There is a lot of blushing and very little information divulged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mason wants to be three things when he grows up: president, a builder (we talked about the word architect), and airplane driver (another vocab lesson- pilot).  Mason wants to have ten babies when he grows up.  The names: Lucas and Bowser.  Nine Lucases and 1 Bowser.  He wants to marry Lillian from schoool.  Mason is a big kid.  He is able to wear clothes that Hunter stopped wearing a little over a year ago.  I bet he could pass for a six year old.  Right now he finds life with his brother incredibly frustrating.  I have spent about half of this break breaking up fights between the two brothers.  They enjoy the same things and are always trying to "one up" the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As for me- I swear that the act of my sitting down sets off an alarm in my boys' heads (yes, that includes my husband).  The second I sit down, someone finds me and asks me or tells me to do something.  Get me a glass of milk.  Take me potty.  Can you go to the store?  Get me.  Can you?  Get me.  Can you?  That's pretty much my day at home with these three men.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As for Mitch- he is playing a lot of Madden on his new Playstation 3.  He is also obsessing about trucks and, as always, his I-phone.  He also came up with a new show for he and I to watch together- "How I Met Your Mother."  We tend to find shows and then watch anywhere from three to seven episodes in an evening.  It's kind of our thing :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping that I can continue to update "You" on our life! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-7722494504570980824?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7722494504570980824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=7722494504570980824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/7722494504570980824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/7722494504570980824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2011/12/boys-predict-future.html' title='The Boys Predict The Future'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-1819816164100470193</id><published>2011-10-17T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T20:47:33.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Have Time For- Post #1</title><content type='html'>Excerpt from breakfast conversation this morning- Monday, October 17th, 2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After asking me where his heart is located, Mason said, "Broken hearts....  those aren't such a good idea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later, Hunter shared this profound insight:  "God must be really short because he's so old."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we get pretty deep in our morning conversations.  I might not be able to remember how we got from Mason's insight to Hunter's, but I think it's most important that I remember the most memorable parts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-1819816164100470193?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1819816164100470193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=1819816164100470193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1819816164100470193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1819816164100470193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2011/10/all-i-have-time-for-post-1.html' title='All I Have Time For- Post #1'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-2400751788337469680</id><published>2011-08-21T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T18:35:43.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2011</title><content type='html'>Because it's really all I have time for, here is a list showcasing the "best of" our summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12) We love the penguin exhibit at the zoo.  We enjoy spending whole days at the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11) Hunter attended an enrichment class at the Fair School in downtown Minneapolis.  Bus picked him up at our house and dropped him off at the end of the program.  I watched my boy grow up before my eyes!  Mason enjoyed a lot of mommy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10) Fantasy Football draft party #1 and #2 (#3 is happening next weekend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) YMCA Preschool soccer (Mason earned his first medal) and 1st grade soccer (Hunter scored two goals during the season)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) St. Louis Park Pool (Hunter, determined to conquer what we call the Wipeout zone, taught himself to swim for the sole purpose of conquering the Wipeout zone; Mason grew a bit braver every time we swam this summer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) We spent 4th of July with my parents and then Hunter and Mason stayed for a few days.  They went fishing and went to the pool.  They had an all round good time and completely exhausted my parents.  They also had so much fun with cousin Hudson.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) The Mohs reunion at a YMCA campsite in northern Minnesota.  A trampoline on the water and we had our own cabin.  Cousins are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Edina Aquatic Center- this year, the waterslide was a hit.  And Hunter almost jumped off the high dive.  I'm guessing that will be next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) The Splash Pad in St. Louis Park.  Great park and great water fun! (We basically visited a new park every few days.  I like to vary our activities so no one grows bored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Ninja Warrior.  The boys will re-enact this show in my living room, at any park.... basically anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) The Wilderness Hotel- Wisconsin Dells.  We love the Wild West side of that world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) The Twins game against the Yankees.  I know he is the enemy, but I think Derek Jeter is smokin' hot.  And you can't beat the Legends level at Target Field.  It is luxurious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate #1- Lots of time with family and friends!  So much fun!  Memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-2400751788337469680?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2400751788337469680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=2400751788337469680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/2400751788337469680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/2400751788337469680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-2011.html' title='Summer 2011'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-2359486744621080595</id><published>2011-08-15T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T13:36:33.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Nights</title><content type='html'>I slept exactly one hour last night.  I will blame it on the book I'm reading, one that was recommended to me by my mom.  The title of the book is Sarah's Key, which has its backdrop the Vel D'Hiv, a massive roundup of Jewish people, mostly children, by the French police in France in 1942.  It has been a very moving read, but I think I was so troubled by the true brutality suffered that I couldn't get my mind relaxed enough to sleep.  So, I slept from 5 a.m. to 6 a.m.  Then got up for a technology class that I had put off taking until now.  By the time I came home, I was not functioning to say the least.  Thankfully my husband moved some clients around so he could be with the boys while I rested.  I was able to tack another hour on.  I guess I won't read before bed tonight and I guess I'll medicate myself to ensure that I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing- I had intended this post to be about the fun summer we've had.  I guess you'll have to stay tuned for that.  Perhaps tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-2359486744621080595?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2359486744621080595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=2359486744621080595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/2359486744621080595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/2359486744621080595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2011/08/sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleepless Nights'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-5688184640546272775</id><published>2011-03-07T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T19:52:09.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gems</title><content type='html'>Hunter and Mason wanted to talk about college tonight.  What did Hunter want to know?  He asked me if college is hard and if you have school on Fridays.  His best question- "Will wives be at college?  Will the wives have my birthday?"  Mason said that he will go to college when he grows up and that he's going to play with Jack.  Up until now, I've thought that Jack was a friend from school, but according to Mason, Jack is from his imagination.  So I guess we have ourselves an imaginary friend :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-5688184640546272775?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5688184640546272775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=5688184640546272775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/5688184640546272775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/5688184640546272775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2011/03/gems.html' title='Gems'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-225224799484720010</id><published>2011-02-20T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T17:26:45.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback: Hunter 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l_cl006fyrA/TWG_SZ3DqBI/AAAAAAAAALE/i7Vsd9F02WE/s1600/021_20A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l_cl006fyrA/TWG_SZ3DqBI/AAAAAAAAALE/i7Vsd9F02WE/s320/021_20A.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575948136561747986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-225224799484720010?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/225224799484720010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=225224799484720010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/225224799484720010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/225224799484720010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2011/02/flashback-hunter-2004.html' title='Flashback: Hunter 2004'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l_cl006fyrA/TWG_SZ3DqBI/AAAAAAAAALE/i7Vsd9F02WE/s72-c/021_20A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-792940807152946076</id><published>2011-02-20T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T17:10:15.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Snowy Evening Update</title><content type='html'>Mitch arrived home safe and sound after a weekend at the farm (one of his last as his mother recently sold it).  He came home with a lot of stuff, some sentimental and some that went immediately into the trash (he knew it even before he brought it home).  We had a lot of fun going through the stuff.  Some of the treasures we kept: 5 Mason jars that have taglines, all featuring the name Mason; Mitch's wrestling pins; his yearbooks (with love notes from lots of girls- more on that later); Mitch's tractor/truck set (the boys went wild).  We also sat down this evening to look at the pictures his sister-in-law took this weekend, all of the farm- outside and in.  Even though I didn't grow up there, I still feel a sense of loss.  All of the picture remind me of Mitch's father and my thirteen years as a part of the family have imprinted the farm on my heart and in my mind.  We intend to make one more trip to the farm in the next few weeks so we can take a farm picture of Mason and Clare (the two youngest grandchildren in the family).  All of the grandchildren have a farm picture, so we need to make sure to include the last two little ones in the mix.  Missi, Mitch's oldest sister, has an idea to have Mason and Clare dragging the "For Sale" sign behind them.  I think it's a cute idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these girls....  hmmm.  It was fun to read the notes former girlfriends and potential girlfriends wrote in Mitch's yearbook.  So idealistic in tone.  So carefree (but so much drama along with that).  I was able to determine a number of threads that held all the notes together.  These girls all liked having long talks with my husband; they all had crushes on him; they all wanted to "party with him some time"; they all told him to "never change."  Oh, and so many of them had mentioned memories the girls predicted he and they would never forget.  Funny thing is, we do forget those high school moments we claim we will never forget.  I've noticed that in some of my high school memorabilia.  I can no longer recall a lot of what was so incredibly important to me between the ages of sixteen and eighteen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and I have been together since 1997.  I told him that he and I should write letters to each other.  What I would write now, I have no idea, but it's really pretty fun to think about what I could write and then save to read years from now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-792940807152946076?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/792940807152946076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=792940807152946076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/792940807152946076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/792940807152946076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2011/02/snowy-evening-update.html' title='A Snowy Evening Update'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-1299604293176087142</id><published>2011-01-01T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T17:20:32.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TR_Sqf450wI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ebxm42OZEU0/s1600/December%2B2010%2B332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TR_Sqf450wI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ebxm42OZEU0/s320/December%2B2010%2B332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557392092754989826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put our Christmas tree and stuff away today, much to the boys' dismay.  So, in honor of our Christmas season, here's a little pic of the boys with their stockings.  As Hunter says, "Christmas will come again when I'm seven and you're four Mason!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-1299604293176087142?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1299604293176087142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=1299604293176087142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1299604293176087142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1299604293176087142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2011/01/greetings-2011.html' title='Greetings 2011'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TR_Sqf450wI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ebxm42OZEU0/s72-c/December%2B2010%2B332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-907883847526357453</id><published>2010-12-29T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T21:45:15.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Stuff (that no one will take)</title><content type='html'>I now know where Hunter gets it- his persistence, insistence, stubborness, etc.  Mitch!  After weeks (months?) of talking incessantly about buying a new TV (and researching it and dropping constant hints about it) I finally broke down and said, "Whatever!  Buy one!"  He, of course, was already at the store when he called me to "ask" if he could buy it.  Anyway, he now has a 50-inch flat screen plasma in what he has named his "Man Room."  He moved the other clunker of a TV (huge, weighs a ton) out to the curb and posted an ad on Craig's List in their free stuff category.  So many e-mails later from people promising to come pick it up, it still sits on our curb making our house look very classy.  Why will no one take our free stuff? Rewind to the Dining Room Table debacle of this past summer.  Someone came and picked it up and then brought the damn thing back.  Seriously.  Anyone else could put a pile of newspapers out on their curb and someone would be there in an instant, probably fighting off hundreds of others who are just desperate for some old paper.  Now we are going to have to pay our waste collecting company to pick up the TV- forty-five bucks.  I wonder what would happen if I posted this ad on Craigslist- "We will pay YOU to pick up this TV"?  I really think it would continue to sit.  That's just the way things go for our free treasures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-907883847526357453?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/907883847526357453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=907883847526357453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/907883847526357453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/907883847526357453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/12/free-stuff-that-no-one-will-take.html' title='Free Stuff (that no one will take)'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-5238382604990864409</id><published>2010-12-23T08:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T08:26:48.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and All That Jazz</title><content type='html'>Hi, my name is Bethany, and it's been nearly two months since my last post.  Why so long?  Well, I have two small children who really don't give me a lot of free time to work with.  Even now, Mason is doing cannonball jumps off the computer chair I'm sitting on in our office.  Things go terribly awry when I'm not paying attention to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes a quick update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I ran the Rock-n-Roll Las Vegas Half-marathon.  Very little training this time= no injuries and a very solid run.  People ask my official time.  Officially they clocked me at 2:32.  I have to say though that I waited in a portapotty (spelling?) line for 10 minutes and then had to stop a couple times so Jodi could fix her race number (2-3 minutes total probably).  We ran the entire 13.1 and if you subtract all the wait time, etc. I'd say we officially ran it in 2:20 or less, which is consistent with what we typically run that distance in.  The trip overall was quite fun.  I would do it again, though I'd say that being gone for four days was hard on the boys and did me no favors professionally.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  According to our measurements, Hunter grew a 1/2 inch in 10 days.  Mason grew a 1/4 inch in 10 days.  They eat constantly and I guess it's not just "eating out of boredom."  They eat because they are growing like weeds (cliche yes, but so very true).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Mitch purchased a 50 inch TV for what he's calling the "man" room downstairs.  If you want a free TV, you're welcome to our old one.  It's quite large.  You will need to find transport for it.  But again, it's FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  My sister Shannon welcomed a baby boy on December 13th!  Welcome Chanceler James!  Sarah will welcome a baby boy in April.  I'm done having kids (why I'm choosing to share that, I'm not sure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I'm tired of training for things.  What does 2011 hold for me regarding races: don't know.  Shorter races.  Maybe a marathon.  Can you see the inconsistencies in this item?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I'm tired of teaching- burned out right now.  I want to go to culinary school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the theme of this entry is: TIRED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-5238382604990864409?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5238382604990864409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=5238382604990864409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/5238382604990864409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/5238382604990864409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-and-all-that-jazz.html' title='Merry Christmas and All That Jazz'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-4316712158536964041</id><published>2010-10-31T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T14:06:38.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh, etc.</title><content type='html'>Mason does the best imitation of a pirate.  The best part is how his chubby little cheek crunches up when he shuts one of his eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter has a double-dutch jumproping talent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason and Hunter now demand what they've termed "Family Read."  We cuddle up in Hunter's bed at bedtime--mommy in the middle, of course--and read all sorts of good books.  We are currently reading Halloween-themed literature :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason will be Superman this Halloween.  Hunter is Obi-Wan Kenobi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy made her first presentation to the School Board after eleven years working in the district.  I can now mark that off my Life's To-Do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy finished her second half-marathon yesterday.  This year's race tally- 6.  The goal was 10 in 10, but various injuries have gotten into the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter's artwork is on disply at the District office.  I'm so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason's cute new saying- "I don't live here."  He says that everytime we visit a new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter LOVES "Iron Chef America."  His favorite chef: Michael Symon.  Hunter really wants me to sign him up for some cooking classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason can sing the following songs- "A B C D's" (Mason includes the D's when he requests that particular song), "Twinkle Twinkle," "Baby Mine" (He has created his own lyrics- "Baby mine stay alive"), and a Duffy song (I guess he listens when I'm cleaning dishes in the evening)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steelers are doing awesome this year!  Go D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-4316712158536964041?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4316712158536964041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=4316712158536964041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4316712158536964041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4316712158536964041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/10/argh-etc.html' title='Argh, etc.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-4977564348334549894</id><published>2010-10-11T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T19:56:38.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pic 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TLPOVYwJ95I/AAAAAAAAAKY/jjth-htJHWE/s1600/022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TLPOVYwJ95I/AAAAAAAAAKY/jjth-htJHWE/s320/022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526988034530736018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a recent photo of our family, taken at Mason's birthday party on October 2nd:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-4977564348334549894?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4977564348334549894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=4977564348334549894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4977564348334549894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4977564348334549894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/10/family-pic-2010.html' title='Family Pic 2010'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TLPOVYwJ95I/AAAAAAAAAKY/jjth-htJHWE/s72-c/022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-2721791247787498104</id><published>2010-09-18T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T16:54:00.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Autumn Day in the City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TJVPtG2E_nI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CwVNB9XUk8Q/s1600/fall+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TJVPtG2E_nI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CwVNB9XUk8Q/s320/fall+2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518404554762550898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Mitch is away, mommy and the boys will play!  Here is a list that details out Super-fun and super-tiring Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Wild Rumpus Books in Linden Hills: They have live chickens running around the store.  While I would have been happy to curl up with a good book, the boys were much happier chasing the poor chicken through the store.  &lt;br /&gt;2.  Rose gardens at Lake Harriet: This was the boys' idea.  We parked by the gardens and they thought it would be the perfect place to run!  They were right.  The picture above is at a fountain in the rose garden.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Brueggers Bagels for Lunch: The boys ate cinnamon sugar bagels and I ate a breakfast sandwich and enjoyed a pumpkin spice coffee.  You may not think cinnamon sugar makes for a good lunch, but my boys would beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Lake Harriet Park: Lots of running and climbing and sliding and reminders about treats.  Each boy was rewarded with an ice cream treat.  Mason's was so messy I finally couldn't take it anymore and took it away from him.  Bad mommy, I know.  But we all have our moments.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Life Time Fitness: After all that fun, I needed a little quiet time.  The only place I can get it is LTF.  I can check the boys into the Kid Center and get my workout on.  The boys got even more exercise there and were looking pretty rosy-cheeked and tired on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;6.  The boys set up a "Wipeout" inspired obstacle course in our living room.  Cushions and pillows off the couch.  Lots of jumping, falling, flying through the air, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-2721791247787498104?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2721791247787498104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=2721791247787498104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/2721791247787498104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/2721791247787498104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/09/wonderful-autumn-day-in-city.html' title='A Wonderful Autumn Day in the City'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TJVPtG2E_nI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CwVNB9XUk8Q/s72-c/fall+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-6783520102407874988</id><published>2010-08-22T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T07:03:07.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2010: an overview</title><content type='html'>Summer 2010 is starting to come to an end.  I will be spending Monday and Tuesday of this week training student writing coaches to work in the writing center.  I officially head back to work on Monday, August 30th for the start of workshop week.  This summer has been incredibly fun--and very busy.  I think the one downside of summer is how often I have to clean my house because we're doing what you're meant to do in a house- LIVE.  I think if I could spend the day with my boys in someone else's house, I'd be all good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to share with you some of the highlights of our summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The summer was event-full.  Mitch competed in a number of mountain bike races, many of which he won first.  I competed in two triathlons and one 5K during the summer months.  I won nothing, except an increased level of fitness (which is disapearing because of an achilles tendon injury).  Mitch and I do love to participate in these events though.  I love the atmosphere and comraderie.  He loves winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The summer was active.  I took the boys to a number of parks and pools this summer.  I think our favorite pool is the LTF Savage pool.  While it lacks the pizzazz of the Edina Pool, it's more fun for swimming, relaxing, and socializing.  Mason recently realized the joys of lifejackets and floaties and now insists that he swim by himself.  He is gleeful as he spins and moves through the water.  And he loves to jump in (as long as someone is holding his hands).  Hunter took one session of swimming lessons this summer and is slowly learning to swim.  Yesterday we practiced and he was able to swim a much greater length than he has been doing.  He has no fear of the water, however (at least when we're just playing at the pool).  He jumps in and goes underwater if he knows he can touch the bottom.  Some other parks we enjoyed: Bryant Lake, St. Louis Park's Splash Pad, the Apple Valley park comparable to the Splash Pad, Washburn Elementary's play park (which Hunter named the Wishy-Washy park), and numerous others in the surrounding area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The summer was memorable.  We took three family vacations this summer, one more memorable than any other.  Our first was to Red Wing.  Now, that might not sound like a vacation, but it was for us-- because we stayed in a hotel and played in a pool and ate out at restaurants and watched Mitch compete in a mountain bike race.  Our second was to my parents' place in N.D.  I drove by myself with the boys to Beulah, which is eight hours west of where we live.  Hunter is a champion traveler.  Mason- not so much.  We did, however, have a great time visiting.  We spent a couple nights with my sister and her family in Bismarck and stayed a few nights with my parents in Beulah.  My father took the boys fishing.  We went to the pool.  Our third and final (and best) vacation was to Wisconsin Dells where we stayed at the Wilderness Resort.  This vacation deserves a blogpost all its own (coming soon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The summer was water-parky.  (Wisconsin Dells post coming soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The summer was color-full.  With paint.  Since we moved into our home, over six years ago, we have been making improvements- slowly but surely.  This summer has been devoted to making better use of all the space we have.  Our house isn't enormous but I'd like to think we have a pretty good amount of space.  So, we decided to finally give Mason a big-boy room and a big-boy bed.  We moved him downstairs with Hunter.  So the guest room (which is only used a few times a year) became Batman's bedroom.  Mason's old room became the new home office/guest bedroom, which increased the amount of space we have in our basement and our kitchen (which is where we were keeping our computer).  Now we're using two more rooms in the house that typically go unused and have more space in others.  Now we're looking at our bedroom as the next room to paint, but I'm perplexed by color.  I don't know.  We just painted our office Eqyptian Green (what makes it Egyptian is a mystery) and Cottage white.  Mason's bedroom is blue and blue (two different kinds).  Hunter's room is blue.  Our bathroom is purple.  Our kitchen is blue.  Cottage white is everywhere.  I don't want to paint the room yellow.  So what does that leave me?  Perplexed I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  The summer was brain-stimulating.  Hunter took a three week reading class at Cornelia.  We made many trips to the library and picked out some very fun books.  I think Hunter's favorite is "Super Hero School."  We also got some encyclopedia's focused on the U.S. Presidents.  Hunter is fascinated by the presidents but wasn't real interested in knowing much more than their names, what number they were, and if they were still alive.  Mason pretty much follows Hunter's lead and loves books about super heroes and the like.  If you didn't know, his favorite character is Batman, so we checked out some books that are all words and no pictures.  There aren't many Toddler Batman books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm tired, so that's all for now.  I'll add more as I think of more.  Sorry about all the parentheses.  A stylistic choice that's often overused.  Count em.  I overused them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-6783520102407874988?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6783520102407874988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=6783520102407874988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/6783520102407874988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/6783520102407874988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-2010-overview.html' title='Summer 2010: an overview'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-2825936199391034686</id><published>2010-08-17T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T12:58:01.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Batcave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TGrokbvHyGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/vImCn797DJ4/s1600/Batcave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TGrokbvHyGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/vImCn797DJ4/s320/Batcave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506469207032186978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided it's finally time to let our little Batman grow up.  It all started by emptying the guest room closet of all the clothes I've been saving for the last six years.  Then we moved everything out, including the Queen size bed (now sitting against our treadmill).  We painted the cave in Batman colors- light blue, dark blue.  We ordered a pretty cool wall decal and a new comforter.  My sister-in-law gave us a twin bed (so no more crib- which in some ways is liberating and in other ways sad).  We moved everything out of Mason's old room, which was once Hunter's room and will be the new office.  While Mason's batcave is still a work in progress, he's very pleased with the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to start working on the office.  So much to do before I go back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-2825936199391034686?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2825936199391034686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=2825936199391034686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/2825936199391034686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/2825936199391034686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-to-batcave.html' title='Welcome to the Batcave'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TGrokbvHyGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/vImCn797DJ4/s72-c/Batcave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-2691773750544976583</id><published>2010-08-10T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T12:51:10.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Shake it</title><content type='html'>Mason found me out!  Because he is such a juice-"diva" (what is the masculine equivalent for "diva"?), I secretly add water to his juice so he's not taking in too many liquid calories.  Well, for the last few days, this has been a conversation happening in our household:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, I want some ja."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mason, say all your words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, I want some juice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the magic word?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ple-ease.....  and don't shake it mommy, okay?  Don't shake my juice, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he saw me shake the juice/water to mix it together and now knows that I've been depriving him of the full juice experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-2691773750544976583?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2691773750544976583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=2691773750544976583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/2691773750544976583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/2691773750544976583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-shake-it.html' title='Don&apos;t Shake it'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-1034988290462371108</id><published>2010-07-30T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T07:30:58.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Fisherman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TFLhz-GjdII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/q-kOp1R6svI/s1600/Fishin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TFLhz-GjdII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/q-kOp1R6svI/s320/Fishin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499706377932862594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-1034988290462371108?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1034988290462371108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=1034988290462371108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1034988290462371108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1034988290462371108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-little-fisherman.html' title='My Little Fisherman'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TFLhz-GjdII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/q-kOp1R6svI/s72-c/Fishin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-6078024811115968392</id><published>2010-07-22T17:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T17:52:45.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip Down Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TEjnC0QxemI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Pgj-gVCvTdU/s1600/Memory+Lane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TEjnC0QxemI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Pgj-gVCvTdU/s320/Memory+Lane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496897380780440162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little boy was made possible because two people decided to enroll in the same speech class in this building in 1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, Mitch and I divided things up a bit.  Hunter traveled with me to Fargo for my sister's 30th birthday and Mason stayed home with Mitch, but had the opportunity to attend his mountain bike race in Elk River and see his Auntie Steph and cousins, Grace, Emma, and Ava.  On the Sunday before we left Fargo, we went over to visit Moorhead State's campus (now Minnesota State University at Moorhead, but wasn't for me).  Being there made me yearn for the good ol' days.  If I could just go back for a week that would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and I had a lot of fun in college and did the things kids typically do in college.  I probably wouldn't have the energy for even a night of it now.  But it's fun to think about nonetheless! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-6078024811115968392?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6078024811115968392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=6078024811115968392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/6078024811115968392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/6078024811115968392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/07/trip-down-memory-lane.html' title='A Trip Down Memory Lane'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TEjnC0QxemI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Pgj-gVCvTdU/s72-c/Memory+Lane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-4707781295082031317</id><published>2010-07-13T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:53:18.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get me to the Ho and Tel (Hunter and Mason)</title><content type='html'>I thought I should devote an entry to the darn things my boys say and do that are worth remembering years from now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we took Hunter and Mason to Red Wing, Hunter asked if we would be staying in a "Show and Tell."  Before we even had a chance to respond, he said, "Oh wait, I said that wrong.  Are we staying in a ho and tel?"  Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason and Hunter like to replace words in songs.  One of their favorites is Lady Antebellum's "Need you now."  Instead of "And I wonder if I ever cross your mind," they say, "And I wonder if I ever cross your butt."  Oh "butt."  That is one of their favorite words.  Just uttering the word makes them break out into hysterical laughter.  Their favorite words: butt, poop, poopy, pee, Anakin, Obi-Obi-Obi, etc.  So bathroom humor and Star Wars is our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason likes to say only the first half of words now.  I don't know if I can replicate it in print, but here goes: "I want to watch a sha" (show), "I want some ja" (juice), "I want a sna" (snack).  You can probably also tell them my boys make thousands of demands each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our niece Emma's birthday party, Mason spotted a DVD on the floor and with no help from us called out "New Moon!"  "But that's not our New Moon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason's new favorite word and question: "Why?"  You can have pretty deep conversations by simply saying that one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of deep conversations....  Hunter has started to ask a lot of questions about Mitch's father, who passed away in June 2003.  He is struggling to understand the concept of death and remarriage and everything else that goes along with that.  On the night we spent with the boys in Red Wing, Hunter and I hung out at the pool while Mitch and Mason headed back to our room.  Hunter asked many questions about Papa Roger and came to this conclusion: "Jesus is helping Papa Roger come back."  I was very moved by his questions and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter completed a full two week session of swimming lessons.  And he did it all for "Smash Brothers," a Nintendo Wii game.  He was so frightened of the water at first.  He told me he didn't want to get his eyes wet.  When I told him to just close his eyes, everything turned around.  Now he jumps into the pool no problem.  Goes under water.  He spent about six hours in the pool the other day.  He has one heck of a tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come (when I can think of them....  I need to write this stuff down when it happens so I don't have to rely on my flawed memory)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-4707781295082031317?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4707781295082031317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=4707781295082031317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4707781295082031317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4707781295082031317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/07/get-me-to-ho-and-tel-hunter-and-mason.html' title='Get me to the Ho and Tel (Hunter and Mason)'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-7406089553595694682</id><published>2010-06-28T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:03:40.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreaded Moment</title><content type='html'>It happened this morning- June 28th, 2010- after swimming lessons.  Hunter has been pleading with me to buy him "Smash Brothers" which is some kind of Super Mario Brothers game for Wii.  The game costs fifty dollars and I had fantasized about Hunter earning the money to buy the game by doing little chores around the house.  That will honestly take forever, even on the dollar-a-day allowance.  So...  I told Hunter that if he worked really hard at swimming lessons (10 total lessons), I would buy the game for him because he worked so hard.  Well, 10 lessons in Hunter's mind isn't what 10 lessons is in mine.  Somehow he had decided that if he completed one full lesson, he would be playing "Smash Brothers" within the hour.  Not so, however.  I told him again, "Nope, Hunter.  Ten lessons.  Then I will buy Smash Brothers."  We went back and forth like this for a good ten minutes.  I finally had it and told him that if he wouldn't stop complaining, I would just say NO to the whole thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to live with you anymore.  I'm going to a new house." (So, it wasn't the teenage "I hate you" yet, but still... it burned)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: "I don't want you to go.  I love you.  I would be sad without you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter: "I don't want to live in your house.  I'm going to live at Hudson's house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back and forth like this for a few minutes.  When we got home I asked Hunter what his plan was.  We were in the garage at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to Hudson's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "How will you get there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter: "I'll drive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Okay.  I'll see you later then.  I love you.  I'll miss you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the house and shut the down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter stood out in the driveway for maybe two minutes before he came in and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I don't know how to get there.  You need to take me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "No, I can't.  It's too long of a drive.  You'll need to drive yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence.  We went back and forth a couple more times, Hunter insisting I drive him eight hours to Hudson's house and me telling him it was an impossibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More silence.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Hunter said, "Oh, I'm sorry Mom.  I want to be with you.  I'm sorry I said that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well again!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we'll go through this again tomorrow after our second swimming lesson.  One down.  Nine more to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-7406089553595694682?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7406089553595694682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=7406089553595694682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/7406089553595694682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/7406089553595694682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/06/dreaded-moment.html' title='The Dreaded Moment'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-4341358289063950041</id><published>2010-06-26T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T13:41:26.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tornado Drill</title><content type='html'>We had one helluva storm last night.  Thankfully no tornadoes but my flowers were basically ripped apart.  One minute I was letting Bruiser out into the backyard; the next, I was racing outside to collect the darn dog as sirens blared.  We moved the boys into the basement bathroom.  Without our instructing him to do so, Hunter immediately moved into that crouched position we all learned in elementary school.  He told Mason to do the same and became quite agitated when Mason completely ignored him.  I could tell that Hunter was extremely frightened, even though he hardly spoke.  Mason was more concerned that the power was out- not because he's afraid of the dark but because we were just prepping to watch "Bolt" on DVD.  We were without power for over three hours.  I hate to admit it, but it was brutal.  No TV; no music; no computer; JUST TALKING! :)  I did read to Hunter by flashlight.  We were able to get the boys to bed despite the lack of light (they both require nightlights to sleep).  After the boys went to bed, Mitch and I sat on the couch and drank some Miller Lite and discussed how/why men and women are so different.  We so don't see eye-to-eye on some things.  Anyway...  when the lights finally came back on, Mitch and I both breathed a sigh of relief.  Don't get me wrong- we do love to talk to one another and spend time together but if you take the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;option &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;of TV/Computer - "quality time" can feel downright torturous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-4341358289063950041?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4341358289063950041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=4341358289063950041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4341358289063950041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4341358289063950041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/06/tornado-drill.html' title='Tornado Drill'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-5817958116079553937</id><published>2010-06-23T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T06:13:56.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bug's Life (a Mason-focused entry)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TCNZBA_eqSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/X7-K0P2Cg8w/s1600/038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TCNZBA_eqSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/X7-K0P2Cg8w/s320/038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486326645048387874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this isn't a new development in our son's life, I think it's worth mentioning that Mason possesses an intense fascination for bugs.  This has actually helped my fear of bugs diminish.  No use passing on my fear.  I might as well embrace it.  Anyway.  Mason absolutely loves bugs; so much so that he will lay right down on the ground and stare at them.  Ants.  Junebugs.  Grasshoppers.  Spiders.  Worms.  He stares at them.  He talks to them.  Picks them up between his fingers.  Shows them to people.  And then stomps on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to capture his attention, all you have to do is mutter this four-letter-word: "Bugs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things I'd like to share about Mason today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is an expert on chocolate milk and all things sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won't eat anything (please do not disregard the first point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to chatter and has a very large vocabulary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He believes he IS Batman (After one of the daycare teachers tried to talk him into using the "big boy" potty by telling him that Batman doesn't wear diapers, he proved her wrong.  He went up to her shortly after, dirty diaper and all, and said "Miss Kimmy, Batman pooped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to play; he has always been very good at playing on his own but has recently starting asking people to play with him.  "Do you want to play with me Mommy?"  He proceeds to take my hand and lead me where he wants me to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves the song "Itsy bitsy spider" (lover of bugs I tell you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I put him in a time out, he starts yelling "I love you Mommy!  I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is incredibly strong and has started tackling his brother right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He calls our two twin neighbor boys by one name "Carter Dylan."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not a fan of shirts.  Last night he insisted that he wear his pajama bottoms but no shirt.  A little man in the making!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-5817958116079553937?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5817958116079553937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=5817958116079553937' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/5817958116079553937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/5817958116079553937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/06/bugs-life-mason-focused-entry.html' title='A Bug&apos;s Life (a Mason-focused entry)'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TCNZBA_eqSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/X7-K0P2Cg8w/s72-c/038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-1475980982169964729</id><published>2010-06-23T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T17:59:32.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TCKt6TvSN_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Dwbi204oX0s/s1600/lounging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TCKt6TvSN_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Dwbi204oX0s/s320/lounging.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486138513333303282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-1475980982169964729?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1475980982169964729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=1475980982169964729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1475980982169964729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1475980982169964729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/06/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TCKt6TvSN_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Dwbi204oX0s/s72-c/lounging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-7108913994107102821</id><published>2010-06-17T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:33:13.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metaphorically speaking</title><content type='html'>Damn that Leona Lewis who had to go and title one of her songs, "Bleeding in Love."  The other day when I was driving Mason to school, that song came on.  I wish I could say I was listening to NPR or something scholarly.  I have to admit that I had the radio tuned to KDWB.  Well, Hunter was along for the ride and heard the song and, utterly perplexed, asked me, "Mom, why is she bleeding?  Did she get cut?  Does she have an owie*?"  I tried to explain that she felt so sad that she felt like she was bleeding but I really don't think that answer satisfied him.  I teach high school English and I spend most of the year helping high school students understand non-literal, figurative language.  Most of them don't even get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example- today I was listening to Vanilla Ice.  I'm not going to try to explain myself- it's bad, I know.  Hunter's response to the song: "What's this song about?  Is the baby made of ice?"   As I ummed and awed*, he came to a conclusion: "Oh, wait a minute Mom, I get it.  The baby is blue.  I got it."  I thought that was a pretty good explanation because I realized that I don't even know what "Ice Ice Baby" is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I realized in writing this entry that I don't know how to spell owie or awed (ahed).  Add that to the list of words I cannot spell, which includes popsycle/popcycle/popsicle.  Yes, I teach English.  Even though it's a popular belief, we can't explain every grammatical rule and we can't spell every word in the English language.  At least, I can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-7108913994107102821?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7108913994107102821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=7108913994107102821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/7108913994107102821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/7108913994107102821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/06/metaphorically-speaking.html' title='Metaphorically speaking'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-5961795148028963429</id><published>2010-06-15T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T18:36:16.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Kindergarten Graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TBgqTXS8P5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/m7A7KfQ4PyI/s1600/DSC02550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TBgqTXS8P5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/m7A7KfQ4PyI/s320/DSC02550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483179058482921362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-5961795148028963429?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5961795148028963429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=5961795148028963429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/5961795148028963429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/5961795148028963429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-kindergarten-graduate.html' title='Our Kindergarten Graduate'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/TBgqTXS8P5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/m7A7KfQ4PyI/s72-c/DSC02550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-6895341980654804609</id><published>2010-05-02T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T11:56:14.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was soccer all along</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/S_goxH-3NTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8wUL9NggKio/s1600/Jan-May+2010+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/S_goxH-3NTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8wUL9NggKio/s320/Jan-May+2010+071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474170171490252082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/S_gitD0SY8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/NZf8JQBd4I8/s1600/Jan-May+2010+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/S_gitD0SY8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/NZf8JQBd4I8/s320/Jan-May+2010+083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474163504582910914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first night of soccer was Thursday.  I agonized a bit during the day, worrying that Hunter might refuse to play.  You see, other activities I have ever signed him up for haven't gone the best.  Case in point- Cherub choir (we dropped out), swimming lessons (haven't done it in about four years), karate (um.... it was stressful), vacation bible school, etc.  I could run through all of the reasons why I think those activities didn't go very well but I don't have the energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do have the energy for- telling you about how much Hunter absolutely loved soccer!  Hunter knew as we headed into the evening that two of his schoolmates were going to play on his team- the Patriots.  He changed into his uniform all by himself.  Compare that to changing into his karate gear.  Like night and day.  Anyway....  Mitch helped Hunter with his shin guards.  They're tricky, especially for those of us not well versed in the art of soccer.  We took a number of pictures before we left.  And I even remembered to pack diapers and wipes for Mason and water and snacks for both boys.  I'm typically not that on top of things :).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soccer time was divided up into 30 minutes of practice/drills and 30 minutes of play/game.  Our first opponent- the Buccaneers.  They won.  While they don't really keep score, the other team scored on us about five times in comparison to our one or two goals.  Hunter worked so hard on the field and showed really good instincts regarding the goal.  He had a number of really good kicks.  He was hesitant to get in front of an opponent who was kicking downfield.  On the sidelines, Hunter cheered with gusto.  He and some other little guys were chanting, "Patriots.  Patriots."  When we got into the car after the game, Hunter said, "I want to play soccer again next week."  My heart was bursting with joy.  It was the perfect way to celebrate our ten-year anniversary.  We went out for ice cream after the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-6895341980654804609?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6895341980654804609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=6895341980654804609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/6895341980654804609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/6895341980654804609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='It was soccer all along'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/S_goxH-3NTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8wUL9NggKio/s72-c/Jan-May+2010+071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-5851393414020966594</id><published>2010-04-29T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T06:56:23.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy, Happy, Happy Birthday Hunter</title><content type='html'>My cellphone calendar alarm starting ringing at 3 a.m. this morning!  "Happy Birthday Hunter" glowed from the screen and I remembered inputting that information sometime in the recent past.  Hunter crawled into bed with us this morning at 6 a.m. and I was immediately reminded of the moment he entered our world!  He is growing up so fast that his pants are too short and his t-shirts are too small.  Mitch measured him against our doorframe this morning and he is about two inches taller than he was last year at this time.  This morning at breakfast he quizzed me- "Mom, do you know what 100 plus 10 is?"  "Mom, this is a hard one.  Do you know what 50 plus 50 is?"  He got himself ready for school this morning.  He wore his brand new Yoda t-shirt, given to him yesterday.  I'm going to eat lunch with him at his school today.  I'm going to go buy him a cake for later tonight.  We celebrated his birthday this past weekend with my family and some of our friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to say about my son on his 6th birthday:&lt;br /&gt;He has, by far, the best laugh of any little boy I know.  When he laughs he glows!&lt;br /&gt;He is crazy good at the monkey bars&lt;br /&gt;In my world, he is a math whiz :)&lt;br /&gt;He loves "The Princess Bride."&lt;br /&gt;He cares if he hurts my feelings, as he kind of did yesterday when he said he didn't like the present I bough him.  When he realized he hurt my feelings, he started saying things like, "Wow!  This is great!"  "Look mom, this is COOL!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is FOREVER tangled up with his!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you my son!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-5851393414020966594?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5851393414020966594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=5851393414020966594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/5851393414020966594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/5851393414020966594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-happy-happy-birthday-hunter.html' title='Happy, Happy, Happy Birthday Hunter'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-1190637237063004026</id><published>2010-04-16T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T17:38:11.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bad Day" song lyrics insert here</title><content type='html'>This has been the hardest week I've endured in my professional career since my first year teaching.  You'd know it to look at me too.  Tonight as I stood in line at Target balancing a salad and cheetos (that's the combo I was craving) on top of a case of diapers and reminding Hunter to just chill out, I couldn't help but compare myself to the super-trendy and cute woman standing in front of me.  She looked fit, tan, and was dressed to impress.  She did not have a hair out of place.  I looked at her shoes- leopard print pumps- and thought- "I'm just wrong."  My hair had that static fabulous thing going on and my clothes were just not right on my body- I felt like that alien on "Men in Black" that stuffs his massive self into the skin of another person.  I had no color in my cheeks and my eyes were "I cried a lot today" puffy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have the weekend to gain some perspective and somehow get "this" situation(referencing myself from head to foot) under control!  Take Care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-1190637237063004026?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1190637237063004026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=1190637237063004026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1190637237063004026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1190637237063004026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-in-days-work.html' title='&quot;Bad Day&quot; song lyrics insert here'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-3611706338002755674</id><published>2010-03-21T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T07:00:04.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Talk about Teeth (a Hunter-focused entry)</title><content type='html'>Last night as I left the theater with my two neighbor friends, Kellie and Jessica, I checked my cell phone for messages from Mitch.  If you don't know, everytime I leave the house for an extended length of time (two hours or more), my husband bombards me with picture messages and text messages and sometimes a phone call or two.  Last night I received two picture messages and one text.  Description to follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture Message #1: Hunter and Mason standing patiently at McDonalds- waiting like angels for their food and Star Wars toys.  This might have been Mitch's reminder to me that he is "Super Dad" and can control our boys when in public.  "Super Dad" is not in quotes because I'm being sarcastic.  Mitch gleefully calls himself this anytime he does anything with our kids :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture Message #2: Hunter, Mason, Carter, and Dylan showing off their muscles.  No shirts!  My boys have taken to de-shirting and running around the house shouting to the world how big and strong they are.  This started a couple weeks ago.  Watching "New Moon" yesterday only inspired them further.  Yes, my boys saw "New Moon."  It's actually pretty tame.  You know, I guess I realize that I won't be taking any Mom-of-the-Year awards home for letting them watch "New Moon."  It is what it is.  I don't think it will hurt them if that makes it any better.  If it does, I'll blame Mitch- he's the one who wanted to see it actually :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text Message: Hunter has a loose tooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh!  My son is officially turning into a big kid.  From my perspective, he just grew those darn baby teeth.  And now they're just going to fall out?  Also, I remember those adult teeth coming in- they oftentimes aren't pretty at first!  We're in for a couple years of school pictures of toothless smiles!  And just when Hunter is done losing teeth, Mason will start losing his.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-3611706338002755674?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3611706338002755674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=3611706338002755674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/3611706338002755674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/3611706338002755674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-talk-about-teeth-hunter-focused.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk about Teeth (a Hunter-focused entry)'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-2550893712934795586</id><published>2010-03-10T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:30:06.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sure" (A Mason focused entry)</title><content type='html'>Mason is a little man!  His new thing is to respond with "sure" not "yes."  This might not sound like a big deal but it is.  "Sure" is kid-talk.  Kid.  He's growing up and in so many ways it's exciting and in others, frightening.  Mason's first two years have already been a blur and now he's responding with "sure."  I wish you could hear him say it- I absolutely melt when he says it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason is a chocolate milk monster if there ever was one.  I was such a good mommy with Hunter and didn't venture into the world of chocolate milk with him until after Mason was born.  Even then it was never the norm because it made his tummy hurt.  This does not hold true for Mason.  When I ask Mason in the morning what he'd like to eat, he says "choco milk."  When I tell him that's his drink and ask him what he'd like to eat, again "choco milk."  Chocolate milk is sometimes a cure-all and it's sometimes our biggest nightmare, especially when we run out or when we realize he probably should not have a diet that is based solely on the scrumptious stuff and we try to hold our ground (hysterical laughter about that last one).  I struggle with Mason and eating.  He really doesn't eat anything and I know that's typical of the age, but it's disconcerting nonetheless.  Eat something Mason, please!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason is still the best snuggler in the house.  He loves to be held.  He loves to be close.  Tonight I just laid down on the floor and let him climb all over me.  Sometimes I think that's what my boys need most- their parents on the floor willing to be jungle gyms for a good hour or so.  They have so much fun and I find that my spirit is rejuvenated as a result.  I know I sometimes complain about how hard things are but when it comes down to it, I know I'm incredibly blessed.  My boys bring me peace and joy.  They are what truly matters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-2550893712934795586?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2550893712934795586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=2550893712934795586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/2550893712934795586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/2550893712934795586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/03/sure-mason-focused-entry.html' title='&quot;Sure&quot; (A Mason focused entry)'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-2807634831945676067</id><published>2010-03-06T15:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T16:07:02.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Check it off, Mom." (A Hunter-focused post)</title><content type='html'>I spent a little over an hour in Hunter's classroom this past Wednesday for kindergarten hour.  It was fun spending that time with him.  He showed me his portfolio and journal.  Most of his journal entries focused on his daddy and love for Super Mario Brothers.  His teacher told me that reading is starting to click for him and that math is a strength.  Hunter was very proud of his symmetrical drawings and read me two books (very fast).  We were also given a list of "things to do" while we were together in the classroom.  The activity turned into, at least for Hunter and me, a game of "check it off, Mom," which confirmed (if there was ever any question) that Hunter is a truly Mitch's son :)!  He is Mitch's clone!  We would spent about one minute on a task before Hunter decided we were finished.  "Check it off, Mom.  What's next?"  Next activity.  About a minute of fun.  "Check it off, Mom."  Kindergarten hour ended with Hunter showing off his computer skills and telling the other kids how it's done!  When it was another child's turn, Hunter was right there giving support and feedback.  Mostly feedback and instructions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news since last time- we visited McDonald's yesterday.  Things went much better.  Hunter ordered his own food and behaved like a perfect angel.  We were a picture perfect scene of familial happiness :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-2807634831945676067?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2807634831945676067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=2807634831945676067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/2807634831945676067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/2807634831945676067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/03/check-it-off-mom-hunter-focused-post.html' title='&quot;Check it off, Mom.&quot; (A Hunter-focused post)'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-699292412266682981</id><published>2010-02-28T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T13:42:05.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Honest Truth</title><content type='html'>Being a parent is difficult.  Look at my previous post and you'll see I was unable to muster the energy to explain the play-by-play that led to my dragging my oldest son out of McDonalds by his coat.  I will say- I had no other option.  What is a mother to do when she's trying to safely get two children across the parking lot and into the car?  I will also say- I was able to hold it together during my child's entire temper tantrum.  Anyone watching, though, would've said I had also lost my mind.  Picture this: a woman laughing as she's wrestling with a fifty pound boy in the parking lot and also trying to keep the two-year-old from running headlong into a moving vehicle.  As I was laughing, here is what I was thinking: "This is my life....  yes, this is my life."  And I love my life and I love my children but I will shout from the rooftops that there is nothing easy about raising children.  I guess there is one easy thing- loving them.  The rest of it is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-699292412266682981?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/699292412266682981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=699292412266682981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/699292412266682981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/699292412266682981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/02/honest-truth.html' title='The Honest Truth'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-2016052355880850930</id><published>2010-02-27T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:16:02.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News: Kindergartener Loses Mind at McDonalds; Mother has to Drag Him Out by His Coat While Stunned Brother Looks On</title><content type='html'>It was awesome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-2016052355880850930?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2016052355880850930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=2016052355880850930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/2016052355880850930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/2016052355880850930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/02/breaking-news-kindergarteners-loses.html' title='Breaking News: Kindergartener Loses Mind at McDonalds; Mother has to Drag Him Out by His Coat While Stunned Brother Looks On'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-1657795305179277415</id><published>2010-02-21T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T06:58:43.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, I Thought Books Had All the Answers</title><content type='html'>This morning, in an effort to teach Hunter to love his brother and treat him with respect, referenced The Chronicles of Narnia during a displine session.  "Hunter, remember, Peter (from C of N) is the oldest brother and his job is to protect his brother and sisters, right?"  Bright blue eyes stare at me, unblinking.  "Hunter, you're the oldest.  You should act like Peter and protect your brother, love him, be nice to him."  Hunter ponders this for about a milisecond and then gives me a self-assured and mischievous smile.  "No."  That was his answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-1657795305179277415?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1657795305179277415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=1657795305179277415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1657795305179277415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1657795305179277415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-i-thought-books-had-all-answers.html' title='Hey, I Thought Books Had All the Answers'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-8602815470948306881</id><published>2010-02-20T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T07:24:13.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally started....</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how long it takes to get in shape and how quickly you can lose all that hard work!  Until Christmas, I was working out fairly regularly but when Christmas hit, something snapped and I just all out quit.  Looking forward to what this year has in store, I feel like I need to get back on the wagon.  Last week was the first week I really worked it! :)  Walking on the treadmill Sunday and Monday (some running), spin on Wednesday followed by a run, and then an outside run on Thursday (about four miles or so).  The good news: I have immediately noticed a difference in how my clothes feel and fit on my body!  The not so good news: I guess I have to keep it up.  In a couple weeks I may participate in a spin class that is dead set on setting a world record!  I think the goal is 2000 people for 2 hours or something like that.  I will probably do one full-distance triathlon.  I will definitely run the 10 mile (women run the cities) and perhaps the 1/2 marathon- Monster Dash.  My friend Jodi and I might top off the year with a trip to Vegas in December for the Rock-n-Roll marathon.  It sounds like I'm really committing myself, huh!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-8602815470948306881?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8602815470948306881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=8602815470948306881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/8602815470948306881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/8602815470948306881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally-started.html' title='Finally started....'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-3942453968781958458</id><published>2010-02-09T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:59:30.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poop Rangers and Other Things</title><content type='html'>Hunter and Mason were playing in the bathtub last night.  They each had a wash cloth stuck to their chests and somehow that meant they were "poop rangers."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter and I have been playing "Go Fish" each evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Mason gave me his first unsolicited "I love you."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason realized a few nights ago that his mommy has "two bellies."  Can you figure out what I mean there?  The two bellies are above the one belly I have in reality! &lt;br /&gt;He told me he thinks I'm "funny" because of my "two bellies."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines Day is approaching- Hunter is handing out Star Wars valentines.  Mason is handing out Batman valentines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read to Hunter's kindergarten class last Friday.  I read "What Pet to Get."  How are kindergarteners different from high schoolers you ask?  They smile, they raise their hands, they ask questions, they answer questions, they like you without you having to really try, etc.  I love kindergarteners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke with Hunter's principal last week.....  Yes- he has now been sent to the principal's office.  Crossing fingers.  Prayer sent up to heaven!  Please God, let all be well! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason is the best end-of-the-day greeter!  He barrels into me when I arrive at daycare.  He gives the best hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter is my pal.  We read stories together every night.  Right now we're enjoying YOU CAN READ Chronicles of Narnia books. I remember being enchanted by those books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Bowl Party 2010- 4 little tykes running around wreaking havoc!  It will be fun to see what summer 2010 brings.  I suspect the four boys will be great friends and bring out the absolute best in one another (mischief).  They are also looking forward to welcoming another little bundle into the group in July!!!!!  (Hey Kellie and Wade!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKING FORWARD TO SPRING!  (sending another prayer up right now!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-3942453968781958458?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3942453968781958458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=3942453968781958458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/3942453968781958458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/3942453968781958458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/02/poop-rangers-and-other-things.html' title='Poop Rangers and Other Things'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-4822235524140356204</id><published>2010-02-06T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T12:41:04.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter and Daddy's Day of Fun- Q and A with Hunter Mohs</title><content type='html'>I'm typing what Hunter tells me to type:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you and Daddy do today?  We played bowling and golfing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite part?  To bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else did you do today?  I played kindergarten class.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do at kinderg--- Hunter cut me off with an "I'm done."  He walked away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-4822235524140356204?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4822235524140356204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=4822235524140356204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4822235524140356204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4822235524140356204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/02/hunter-and-daddys-day-of-fun-q-and-with.html' title='Hunter and Daddy&apos;s Day of Fun- Q and A with Hunter Mohs'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-6455203137237084045</id><published>2010-01-31T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:37:10.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mohs Family Needs Spring</title><content type='html'>We want to run and play outside!  We want the windows open!  We are sick of winter coats, boots, hats, gloves, etc.  We want to go swimming!  We want to hear birds singing!  We want to see green grass instead of white snow!  We want to play at the "cool stairs" park!  We want to play at "Bryant Lake Park."  We want to ride our bikes and write on the driveway with sidewalk chalk.  We want to sit around a bonfire with our friends and listen to "Like a Boss" (more my husband and me than my two kids).  We want to go to the Farmers Market and buy yummy produce.  We want time off from work/school.  We (more I) want to go on long walks again!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really all I'm thinking about tonight!  I just really want these next two months of winter to melt away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-6455203137237084045?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6455203137237084045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=6455203137237084045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/6455203137237084045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/6455203137237084045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/01/mohs-family-needs-spring.html' title='The Mohs Family Needs Spring'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-1030295514260660170</id><published>2010-01-28T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T17:32:20.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put my foot in my mouth</title><content type='html'>While I was completely within my right to react, I probably should have counted to ten and taken three deep breaths.  Mitch e-mailed me at work today with the grand news that he is working both Saturday and Sunday...ALL DAY!  After I read his e-mail, I scrolled down and read the message that his boss had sent to Mitch's team.  At the end of his e-mail was a line that read something like this: "Feel free to forward on to your friends and family that you are busy this weekend."  RAGE boiled within my chest.  I quickly zapped off an e-mail to Mitch that read something like this: "Since _____ encouraged you to forward his e-mail onto friends and family, feel free to send him my response...."  The ..... I'll leave to your imagination.  I really didn't say anything too bad, but I think I made my point.   Anyway, shortly after sending off that e-mail, Mitch's boss e-mailed me at work with his apologies.  Of course, I felt quite the ASSHOLE but also pleased with myself.  I am currently in the midst of grading around 200 essays (all of which need to be graded by end of the day Monday).  I am currently taking care of/raising two little boys and oftentimes go it alone.  I am tired of my husband's job dictating how our family life functions.  Will my sarcastic e-mail to his boss change anything, probably not...but at least he knows that I know that this is TRULY RIDICULOUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-1030295514260660170?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1030295514260660170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=1030295514260660170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1030295514260660170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1030295514260660170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/01/put-my-foot-in-my-mouth.html' title='Put my foot in my mouth'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-349824687556962244</id><published>2010-01-24T06:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T06:45:16.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Vikings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/S1xcfBUxpBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4Y2-SV2g6xg/s1600-h/Jersey-gate+2009-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/S1xcfBUxpBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4Y2-SV2g6xg/s320/Jersey-gate+2009-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430316938703250450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After weeks of battling a neighborhood thief over the Christmas gifts he had cruelly stolen, Mitch finally has his two Vikings jerseys- one is a Favre (Brett Favre!) and the other is a Harvin- just in time for the NFC championship game!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-349824687556962244?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/349824687556962244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=349824687556962244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/349824687556962244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/349824687556962244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/01/go-vikings.html' title='Go Vikings'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/S1xcfBUxpBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4Y2-SV2g6xg/s72-c/Jersey-gate+2009-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-6547007990496672346</id><published>2010-01-08T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:29:52.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Resolutions:</title><content type='html'>To make a new recipe.  Here is what I've chosen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Croque Monsieur from &lt;em&gt;Barefoot in Paris&lt;/em&gt; by Ina Garten (my favorite food network personality).  They look and sound like grilled cheese sandwiches but seem a little fancier.  I'll need to make a trip to Lunds.  I haven't ventured there since Christmas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see a movie with my husband, though this might be an impossibility because our little Mason man is home sick.  We are heading to the doctor at 2:30 p.m. today.  I have been wanting to see "Up in the Air" forever!  I guess I'll have to wait a little bit longer to get my Clooney fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To workout at least once.  I have to admit that after last year (all that training and all those events), I've grown a bit tired.  The thought of doing it all again sounds really hard (inside I'm screaming "I don't want to" and stamping my foot like a child)...  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To devote my undivided attention to my two boys for a chunk of time.  I am oftentimes so distracted by everything I HAVE to do that I forget about the things that I luckily GET to do.  They are two really cool boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To grade at least 10 blue book essays.  So I guess I'm resolving to torture myself for at least two hours sometime this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-6547007990496672346?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6547007990496672346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=6547007990496672346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/6547007990496672346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/6547007990496672346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/01/weekend-resolutions.html' title='Weekend Resolutions:'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-4542452371674291886</id><published>2010-01-05T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:41:58.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misc. Hunter</title><content type='html'>Hunter is very into Super Mario Brothers on the Wii gaming system.  We do, however, have our own system in place.  He has to earn five stars to play the game.  How does he earn the stars you ask?  I need a "good" report from his kindergarten teacher.  So far this week he has earned two stars and it's Tuesday.  So far, we're having a good week.  Funny thing though...  On Monday, his teacher told me, "Hunter had a WONDERFUL day."  In the car, Hunter shared, "I got just a little bit naughty.  I got silly and ran all over!"  Too cute!  He was so excited to return to school on Monday!  I agree with Mitch- I bet that first day back with elementary school children is an interesting (er, uh, hectic) one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter has decided he is afraid of his bedroom at night which means I figure in to his falling asleep BIG TIME!  Currently, our bedroom routine is as follows.  "Hunter, it's time to brush your teeth and go potty."  "I'm hungry- I want a yogurt."  "Okay, after yogurt, it's time for bed."  Process occurs at least three times.  We finally arrive downstairs in his bedroom.  We read "How the Grinch Stole Christmas."  I instruct him to lay on his tummy.  I scratch his back and sing (in this order or I have to start over) "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" and "You are My Sunshine."  Then I lay there until he falls asleep....  Okay, so I'm sure we can all agree I'm completely ruining my son for his future wife.  She is going to have to pamper the shit out of that kid (man).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter knows how to read and spell the following words: I, will, go, to, the, mom, etc.  He has very neat handwriting.  He is also very good at symmetrical drawing.  His favorite subject is math.  According to the "I am Thankful" book his teacher sent home, Hunter is thankful for "baseball."  I'm not sure where that came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter loves to take songs like "Frosty the Snowman" and make them very silly.  For example- "Frosty the Doughman, was a jolly, happy soul.  With a corncob pipe and a pickle nose and two eyes made out of chocolate."  We sing together after school/daycare.  We get very silly.  The boys also like for Mitch and I to pretend we are tigers and to chase them around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now call chocolate milk "chocolate milk river" thanks to Hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter loves to torture Mason.  Seriously.  He does what he can to piss Mason off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He figured out how to spell "video" so he could access YouTube all his own.  Now he doesn't need me to do it, which means I now have to do additional things to keep him off of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Hunter eats his dinner, he likes to tell us that a "muscle just popped out."  "A muscle just got bigger."  We tell him his brain is also growing when he eats his carrots, etc.  For some reason, the kid will eat any vegetable I put in front of him.  Fruit- not a chance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-4542452371674291886?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4542452371674291886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=4542452371674291886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4542452371674291886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4542452371674291886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/01/misc-hunter.html' title='Misc. Hunter'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-7016429036108665212</id><published>2010-01-03T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:55:04.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misc. Mason</title><content type='html'>The other night, Mason woke up at 3 a.m.  Both Mitch and I tried to comfort him and put him back to bed.  Did not work.  Eventually, we decided he would need to "cry it out" in his crib as this had been happening much too often.  As Mitch and I tried to get back to sleep, Mason laid in his bed screaming "I love you, Mom!  Come back!  I love you Mom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason calls Obi Wan-Kenobi "Obi Obi Obi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night when Mitch and I were wrestling around, Mason became very upset and got right in my face, asking me over and over "You okay mommy?  You okay?"  He proceeded to tackle-punch Mitch!  He yelled, "Don't do that to my mommy!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chatters nonstop from the time he wakes up to the time he goes to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He carries ALL his blankets around in the morning.  About five....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He calls chocolate milk "chocolate milk river"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves "cutie" oranges (they are small seedless clementine oranges)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He blames Hunter for almost everything, even if Hunter is nowhere near him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has an amazing vocabulary.  Again, he chatters nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to cuddle on the couch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-7016429036108665212?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7016429036108665212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=7016429036108665212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/7016429036108665212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/7016429036108665212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/01/misc-mason.html' title='Misc. Mason'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-4019033281587545634</id><published>2010-01-03T13:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:46:25.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas to Remember- Final Chapter</title><content type='html'>It all comes down to this: Illness and inclement weather kept us from traveling anywhere for the Christmas holiday; what we received in return was five days of uninterrupted family time, something we haven't had, well, ever....  We really had a wonderful time!  It was so much fun playing Santa after the kids went to bed on Christmas Eve.  We arranged the gifts and the stockings under the tree- Hunter's were wrapped in Star Wars paper; Mason's in Batman paper.  It was fun waking up Christmas morning and watching our sons' faces as they saw their piles of gifts.  Mason was all about opening presents.  He yelled as he usually does.  Hunter was a bit more matter-of-fact.  He picked up one gift prior to opening it, shook it, and said, "I think there might be Legos in here."  Again, very matter-of-fact and serious.  He was right though- he did get a really cool Darth Vader's starship Lego set.  Mason's highlight gift: about a zillion Star Wars figures and a case to keep them in.  We played a ton of Super Mario Brothers on the Wii.  Hunter became sick again, this time with a fever.  Mason hardly napped.  I cooked a really huge Christmas dinner, most of which no one ate.  I made the same amount of food my mother does when she has our whole family to feed.  Mitch and I watched movies.  I napped (a lot).  All in all, it was a wonderful, memorable Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-4019033281587545634?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4019033281587545634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=4019033281587545634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4019033281587545634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4019033281587545634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-to-remember-final-chapter.html' title='A Christmas to Remember- Final Chapter'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-3232816288698574043</id><published>2009-12-27T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T18:03:19.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas to Remember- Part I</title><content type='html'>It's funny the way things work out.  The night before we were set to leave on our eight-hour trek to Beulah, North Dakota, I shared with my husband how excited I was to visit my family and to see developments in my parents' home construction/remodel.  I also recall watching Hunter eating breakfast that morning, marveling that he had not been sick in quite some time.  I should have knocked (slammed my fist) on wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning of our trip, Hunter refused to eat and then put up a fight with almost everything we were attempting to do.  Wouldn't get dressed.  Wouldn't get off the couch.  Wouldn't stop yelling.  You get the picture.  Now, I know my son.  He has a lot of anxiety, which gets heightened when he is excited about something.  I chalked his behavior up to anxiety and excitement.  However, about an hour into our trip, Hunter's face became very pale and he started crying....and then throwing up.  We pulled over on the side of the interstate (not safe, I know) and cleaned him up.  We stopped at the next gas station to buy some essentials and determined that we would keep driving until he threw up again.  Yes, we thought he might be throwing up from excitement.  It's happened before.  But about fifteen minutes later, he was sick again...and again...and again.  Because we were so jam packed into the car, we had to start getting creative with what Hunter could throw up in.  Barnes and Noble bag.  Stocking cap #1.  Stocking cap #2.  Again, you probably get the picture.  I really didn't think we'd ever make it home.  After driving for 3 1/2 hours, we made it home.  Hunter continued getting sick until 10 p.m. that evening.  The poor little guy was so devastated about not seeing his Papa and Grandma and Cousin Hudson, but at one point, even he said, "I just want to be at my house."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did make one more stop before heading home.  We stopped at the Game Stop to purchase "Indiana Jones" for the DS.  We wanted to cheer Hunter up a bit and wanted him to have something to do as he laid in bed "waiting" to be sick.  It did the trick in terms of entertainment but as you know, he continued to be ill throughout the day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what were we confronted with besides having a sick child, you ask?  Christmas dinner....  I hadn't anticipated cooking anything.  And, the storm of the century was headed our way.  After I bathed Hunter and put him to bed, I raced to Lunds, the only place I had even a slight chance of finding a prime rib.  As I drove and as I shopped, I had to do a lot of self-talk.  I'm not really great in crowds.  To share some of my many flaws- I have no patience, I am quick-tempered, I am severely claustrophobic.  I did keep everything in check as I shopped, though.  I even chatted cheerfully with the lady in front of me as I stood in a line that weaved through the store.  She told me that in her forty years of shopping at Lunds, she had never seen the store quite like it was that day.  Must have been procrastination coupled with the brewing snowstorm.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived home, I sent Mitch out for the things I had forgotten to buy.  He also made his way around the Twin Cities area looking for "Super Mario Brothers" for the Wii.  When he got home, he said the same thing I had said two hours before: "I'm not going out there again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-3232816288698574043?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3232816288698574043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=3232816288698574043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/3232816288698574043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/3232816288698574043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-to-remember-part-i.html' title='A Christmas to Remember- Part I'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-378607983566475639</id><published>2009-11-12T19:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:18:57.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Note of Apology</title><content type='html'>I have to start this post by declaring that I think my firstborn son, Hunter, is absolutely the best.  He has the best smile.  He has the best laugh.  He is genuine and loving and really wants to do the right thing.... and then sometimes stress gets the best of him and he lashes out.  That happened at school today.  I don't know the full story but was able to get bits of information from his teacher when I picked him up after school.  What I do know is that Hunter did not handle his frustrations well.  So, tonight I sat down with Hunter and helped him compose a note of apology to the teacher assistant.  I did not know what else to do.  What he said in the note: "Dear Ms. B, I'm sorry.  Thank you for being my teacher."  On the front of the note he drew a birthday cake.  He was quite creative and worked very hard on the note.  The funny thing was- during the process of writing the note, he forgot why he was writing it and decided to create a birthday card for himself!  Too cute!  I hope I approached this in the right way.  I really want him to respect his teacher and learn how to manage his frustrations.  I worry sometimes that I'm not the best model for how to deal with stress.  I am most often stressed and sometimes react quickly, not thoughtfully.  Let's hope tomorrow is a better day and that he learned a little something and that he grows a little bit stronger as a result of writing the note and giving it to the teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-378607983566475639?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/378607983566475639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=378607983566475639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/378607983566475639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/378607983566475639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/11/note-of-apology.html' title='A Note of Apology'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-1751106311601426808</id><published>2009-11-07T16:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:58:24.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday's Song: Three Little Birds</title><content type='html'>This song is currently playing in the background at my house.  Thought I'd share the lyrics to boost the spirits and perhaps force a song into your head!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry about a thing, &lt;br /&gt;'Cause every little thing gonna be all right. &lt;br /&gt;Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, &lt;br /&gt;'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise up this mornin', &lt;br /&gt;Smiled with the risin' sun, &lt;br /&gt;Three little birds &lt;br /&gt;Pitch by my doorstep &lt;br /&gt;Singin' sweet songs &lt;br /&gt;Of melodies pure and true, &lt;br /&gt;Sayin', ("This is my message to you-ou-ou:") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singin': "Don't worry 'bout a thing, &lt;br /&gt;'Cause every little thing gonna be all right." &lt;br /&gt;Singin': "Don't worry (don't worry) 'bout a thing, &lt;br /&gt;'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise up this mornin', &lt;br /&gt;Smiled with the risin' sun, &lt;br /&gt;Three little birds &lt;br /&gt;Pitch by my doorstep &lt;br /&gt;Singin' sweet songs &lt;br /&gt;Of melodies pure and true, &lt;br /&gt;Sayin', "This is my message to you-ou-ou:" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, worry about a thing, oh! &lt;br /&gt;Every little thing gonna be all right. Don't worry!" &lt;br /&gt;Singin': "Don't worry about a thing" - I won't worry! &lt;br /&gt;"'Cause every little thing gonna be all right." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, &lt;br /&gt;'Cause every little thing gonna be all right" - I won't worry! &lt;br /&gt;Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, &lt;br /&gt;'Cause every little thing gonna be all right." &lt;br /&gt;Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, oh no! &lt;br /&gt;'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-1751106311601426808?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1751106311601426808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=1751106311601426808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1751106311601426808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1751106311601426808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturdays-song-three-little-birds.html' title='Saturday&apos;s Song: Three Little Birds'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-6157025371249965811</id><published>2009-11-03T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:34:51.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick me up Pic: Happy Halloween!  May the force be with you, and you, and you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/SvDoK46rxtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/BPHtCcrIl3s/s1600-h/Halloween+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/SvDoK46rxtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/BPHtCcrIl3s/s320/Halloween+2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400071226992084690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-6157025371249965811?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6157025371249965811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=6157025371249965811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/6157025371249965811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/6157025371249965811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/11/pick-me-up-pic-happy-halloween-may.html' title='Pick me up Pic: Happy Halloween!  May the force be with you, and you, and you!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/SvDoK46rxtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/BPHtCcrIl3s/s72-c/Halloween+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-2119323661061908867</id><published>2009-10-13T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:36:04.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Force is.....  driving me crazy!</title><content type='html'>Hunter is obsessed...  I repeat, obsessed with Star Wars.  Reasons I know he is obessed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  When I look at his papers from kindergarten, especially coloring pages, I see his efforts to color the actual assigned picture compared to his sketches on the back.  On the actual picture I see a scribble (or two).  On the back I see detailed pictures of Darth Vader, Yoda, and many many light sabers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  When my mom calls, Hunter demands to speak to her.  First on the agenda- "Grandma, you need to buy me a green light saber."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  When I ask Hunter questions about kindergarten, I am informed that "Darth Vader is good" and "Obi Wan carries a green light saber."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  During trips to Target, Hunter tries to sneak the Star Wars movies into our cart.  So far, we have caught him every time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  During trips to Target, Hunter has to make a visit to the Star Wars aisle.  What do we look at?  Light sabers of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  What is Hunter going to be for Halloween?  Darth Vader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I read to Hunter ever night before bed.  Recently, the only book I am allowed to read is "Darth Vader and the Dark Side"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Hunter once told me, "Mom, I want to go to the dark side."  In my head I said, "Oh Hunter, you are often there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Hunter is allowed to watch some TV before bed.  As I type this, Hunter is watching a movie.  You guessed it: Star Wars!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I admit, at first, I was so excited that Hunter was expressing a strong interest in something.  But I tell you what, words like "the force," "Jedi," "light saber" are starting to make me want to scream!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-2119323661061908867?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2119323661061908867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=2119323661061908867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/2119323661061908867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/2119323661061908867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/10/force-is-driving-me-crazy.html' title='The Force is.....  driving me crazy!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-5633262548950441643</id><published>2009-09-21T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:38:23.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's Pick-me-up Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/SrgOO2k9VLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-CKw_U1h0aE/s1600-h/Future+Viking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/SrgOO2k9VLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-CKw_U1h0aE/s320/Future+Viking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384069002852914354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaze at that face for a moment and all is well in the world!  Happy Birthday Mason Bear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-5633262548950441643?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5633262548950441643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=5633262548950441643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/5633262548950441643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/5633262548950441643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/09/mondays-pick-me-up-pic.html' title='Monday&apos;s Pick-me-up Pic'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/SrgOO2k9VLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-CKw_U1h0aE/s72-c/Future+Viking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-5440582252935972635</id><published>2009-08-28T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T12:31:11.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. Don't Expect Your Children to Behave During a Meeting</title><content type='html'>I should have known better.  I have learned to expect high pitched yells and blood curdling screams the second I pick up the phone to talk to someone.  I have learned that trips to the grocery store can melt down into a very messy show, with a crying mommy and all.  I have learned, yes, but not well enough, because today I took the boys into work with me.  Because I am co-coordinating the writing center at my school, a project for which we are basically starting from scratch, I thought it was very important to meet with one of my adminstrators and co-coordinator to start talking shop.  Anyway... it turned into one big mess.  At one point, Mason was lying on the floor underneath my desk scream crying.  Hunter kept interrupting our conversation with pleas to go home.  Mason hit me (love it when he does that in front of people) multiple times.  But, I admit, it wasn't their fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was mine......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had toys along, but I forgot the most important thing: food!  I set them up big time!  I scheduled the meeting at 10:30 a.m. and lunch is typically at 11:00 a.m. at our house.  I had no snacks!  Nothing!  Not even water.  If you could sum up my parenting in that two hour block of time, I seriously sucked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-5440582252935972635?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5440582252935972635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=5440582252935972635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/5440582252935972635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/5440582252935972635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/ps-dont-expect-your-children-to-behave.html' title='P.S. Don&apos;t Expect Your Children to Behave During a Meeting'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-3696949672052408042</id><published>2009-08-25T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:34:21.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Time in a Bottle"</title><content type='html'>I began the summer feeling very creative and energetic.  I took the boys to the beach, to the pool, to the club, to the museum, to the zoo, to the grocery store, to Edinborough, to multiple parks, to North Dakota, to .................  and I'm beat!  With only days left of my summer vacation, I'm struggling to find things for the boys and I to do.  The one thing I have been doing- going through every nook and cranny of this house, cleaning, organizing, pitching, making donation piles.  I'm determined to enter this schoolyear/workyear feeling prepared (hysterically laughing inside).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I Learned About Hunter This Summer:&lt;br /&gt;1.  He is a Star Wars aficionado.  His favorite characters are Han Solo and Darth Vader.  He loves "Return of the Jedi."  He knows minute details about the overall story line/conflict.  He has tons of Star Wars books and Star Wars toys.  He intends to include multiple Star Wars toys on his upcoming Christmas list.&lt;br /&gt;2.  He has very good manners.  Just now I heard him burp.  He is in the other room with Mason and he said, "excuse me," with no prompting from me.  He is also a "please" and "thank you" man!&lt;br /&gt;3.  Hunter will make friends when he goes to school.  I've been worried.  Who wouldn't be?  Do any of you have memories of trying to make friends?  I do and I got burned a few times!  Anyway...  One day Hunter made a friend when he told a kid at the park that he had the same shirt (Lego Star Wars) as him- they started chasing each other around the park.  That same day, at a different park, Hunter made a friend when he told a kid of about the same size that he was 5-years-old.  "Are you five?  I'm five."  Chasing, pushing, etc. ensued.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Hunter has been nervous about kindergarten but recently asked me the following question: "Do you want to know where I go to work Mommy?  Kindergarten."  Hunter met the principle of Cornelia the other day and wishes that Mr. Holden (principle) was his teacher.  Mrs. Pilcher is, instead.  We will meet her at Thursday night's orientation.  I sure hope Mr. Holden doesn't become the face Hunter sees most often!&lt;br /&gt;5.  Hunter is a climber, a runner, a jumper, a lightsaber-er, a smiler, a people-pleaser, etc.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Favorite fruit: grapes&lt;br /&gt;7.  Favorite animal at the zoo: Puma&lt;br /&gt;8.  Favorite treat- popsicle&lt;br /&gt;9.  Favorite color- red&lt;br /&gt;10.  Favorite TV show- Hi-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I Learned About Mason This Summer:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Mason has a really large vocabulary and can identify some pretty unique animals- "Macaw," "Elephant," "Eagle," etc. in his Big Animal Book.  He loves that book and enjoys it most at bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Mason's first question of the day is "Where's mommy?  Where's Hunter?"  He wants to know this information immediately.  He then wants milk and juice immediately.  Or there is hell to pay!&lt;br /&gt;3.  Mason will defend his brother when needed (or not).  This summer he really tried to get something going with Hunter's friend Kyle when Hunter and Kyle got into a little argument.  Mason started following Kyle around, pointing his finger and demanding that he "go away."  He did some pushing, etc.  I sure hope this desire to fight doesn't carry over into his teenage and adult years!&lt;br /&gt;4.  Where Mason can be a pistol, he is also incredibly sweet.  He asks me multiple times a day if he can "sit on my lap."  He wants to watch "Hi-5" while we cuddle.  Mason and Hunter share a passion for "Hi-5" which is a singing group on the Discovery Channel.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Mason is determined to overcome his fears.  Last week at Dick's, Mason was afraid of the escalator.  He went on it with Mitch, anyway, and when they got to the bottom, Mason said to Mitch, "I did it Daddy!"  &lt;br /&gt;6.  Favorite Fruit: Banana&lt;br /&gt;7.  Favorite animal at the Zoo: Monkeys and sharks&lt;br /&gt;8.  Favorite treat: He always asks for cake, whether we have it or not.  He also needs (yes, needs) to have two drinks going at a time.  Milk in one hand.  Juice in the other.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Current Obsession: He labels everything "good guy," "bad guy."  Learned it from all of Hunter's Star Wars stuff.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Other things: Mason loves to give Bruiser treats; he loves to swim; he doesn't like to hold mommy's hand- wants his independence; still loves his blankies; favorite toy is the semi truck toy we have (based off of a character from "Cars")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys tired me out!  And I can honestly say, if I could spend every single day with them in someone else's house, I would be all good.  I have to say, though, that I'm sooooo tired of cleaning my house.  I have to do dishes and clean the kitchen at least three times a day.  I'm so tired of cleaning.  But I'm soooo going to miss the boys.  We have enjoyed our summer, especially our very lazy mornings (wake at 8 a.m., cuddle, eat breakfast, play on the floor, etc).  When I think of moving on from that, I feel like I want to cry.  I begin this school year with an almost two-year-old and a child who will be starting kindergarten in two weeks.  By next summer, they will have changed so much and will be another year older.  Oh, "If I could save time in a bottle!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could save time in a bottle&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that Id like to do&lt;br /&gt;Is to save every day&lt;br /&gt;Till eternity passes away&lt;br /&gt;Just to spend them with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could make days last forever&lt;br /&gt;If words could make wishes come true&lt;br /&gt;Id save every day like a treasure and then,&lt;br /&gt;Again, I would spend them with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there never seems to be enough time&lt;br /&gt;To do the things you want to do&lt;br /&gt;Once you find them&lt;br /&gt;Ive looked around enough to know&lt;br /&gt;That youre the one I want to go&lt;br /&gt;Through time with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a box just for wishes&lt;br /&gt;And dreams that had never come true&lt;br /&gt;The box would be empty&lt;br /&gt;Except for the memory&lt;br /&gt;Of how they were answered by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there never seems to be enough time&lt;br /&gt;To do the things you want to do&lt;br /&gt;Once you find them&lt;br /&gt;Ive looked around enough to know&lt;br /&gt;That youre the one I want to go&lt;br /&gt;Through time with&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-3696949672052408042?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3696949672052408042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=3696949672052408042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/3696949672052408042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/3696949672052408042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-in-review-time-in-bottle.html' title='&quot;Time in a Bottle&quot;'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-6303181456402719084</id><published>2009-08-09T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:51:26.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Highlights</title><content type='html'>1.  Hunter gave me an unsolicited "I very much love you, mommy" during our fun day at the Vikings training camp (I also loved watching Hunter throw a football and run obstacles at the camp).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Hunter's constant questions regarding my statement that TV/Video games melt kids' brains.  "Were you kidding mommy?"  "Yes, Hunter, I was kidding."  Few minutes later.  "Were you kidding mommy?  Can the game melt my brain?"  I sometimes forget how literal little ones can be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Watching Mason play with his cousins, Grace, Emma, and Ava.  He's like a puppy, seriously!  Do you know how puppies will pounce and then move immediately into play stance?  That's Mason.  He pounces and then roars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Mason's complete sentences: "I want to go see toys" (said at Target).  "I want to go in there" (said at Edinborough Park on Friday- a rainy day in Minneapolis).  That Park tested every claustrophobic bone in my body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Running six miles at Lake Harriet and not having leg problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Watching Hunter, Ava, Grace, Mason, and Emma play on the slip-n-slide in the backyard on Sunday.  I loved hearing their laughter and see all that energy being put to good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Hearing about Mitch's big victory at Buck Hill.  He came in second (out of 2) in his class :)!  But seriously, he did a really good job and should be proud of himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Taking the boys out for ice cream after dinner this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Making pancakes for the five kids this Sunday morning.  I let them put chocolate chips on them.  Bad auntie!  Bad mommy!  But oh, they loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Bedtime- quiet time.  WINE TIME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-6303181456402719084?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6303181456402719084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=6303181456402719084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/6303181456402719084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/6303181456402719084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekend-highlights.html' title='Weekend Highlights'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-7614722629674508989</id><published>2009-08-07T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:39:25.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Family Update</title><content type='html'>Mitch update: Mitch announced earlier in the week that he wanted to take Hunter on a Saturday adventure to Mankato, Minnesota for the Vikings training camp.  Because I'm starting to dig football and needing family time, I told Mitch that Mason and I were tagging along!  I'm excited.  Mitch is also mountain bike racing on Sunday with his brother, Mike at Buck Hill.  He was completely pumped to sign up for the Clydesdale class.  I will be home with five little ones.  I am also trying to convince him to sign up for an off-road triathlon, which consists of paddling (instead of swimming), mountain biking, and trail running.  I think he could do it...  we'll see if my powers of persuasion work their magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth update: I am in training for my 10 mile race on September 27th.  I ran with my friend and training partner, Jodi, this past Wednesday.  She mapped out a more-than-eight-mile-course and we ran the first 6.2 no problem.  We could have easily continued had my leg not completely seized up; I have terrible I-T band issues (leg/knee).  That prompted a new shoes purchase and a non-impact workout last night- weights, cross-trainer, and stationary bike.  I will attempt the run again next Wednesday.  I will remember that &lt;strong&gt;I'm old &lt;/strong&gt;and that I need to hydrate and stretch prior to and after the run.  I can honestly say that at this point in my life, I am stronger and more capable than I have ever been; however, the wear-and-tear on my body is getting me down.  I didn't hurt in my 20s as I do in my 30s.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter update: We are totally on our way to kindergarten.  This past week, I tried to get Hunter excited about this new transition by taking him to Target to purchase his school supplies.  What's cool about kindergarten is that basically the parents donate all the supplies and then all the kids share them; therefore, no one is left out for any reason- no one is without or has better than anyone.  We bought boxes of crayons, markers, pencils, glue sticks, various art supplies, like wiggly eyes and pom poms, etc.   We will very shortly be purchasing his school backpack which will probably be Star Wars themed.  Hunter is a Star Wars expert and is convinced that Darth Maul and Darth Vader are good guys.  I think he wants them to be good because they look so darn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason update: Mason is just a sweetie pie.  Besides his constant demands for juice, he is such an easy little toddler (knocking on wood as I say that).  He understands the concept of time-out so will behave to avoid that tragedy and will say "no nigh, nigh" when I tell him it's time for bed.  (I'd love it if someone would put me in time-out or down for a nap).  Today, because of the rain, I took the boys to Edinborough Park to burn off some steam.  Mason loved it and decided that he wanted to go up into the park, which is full of fun stuff to do.  Unfortunately, I am extremely claustrophobic, so I have to do a lot of positive self talk when I'm up there.  Nothing like your almost-two-year-old running away from you amidst thousands of kids to force you to get over your neurosis.  He loved the huge slides and loved climbing the padded ladders.  He also loved the hanging pads, which reminds me of something football players would do during practice.  Mason just throws himself into them and through them and has a great time.  Both boys loved playing basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruiser update: today, Bruiser is getting groomed and has enjoyed playing with our neighbors' dog, Stella, in the backyard.  Also, yesterday, Bruiser had an encounter with a calico cat in our backyard.  Bruiser was terrified of it and would growl at it and then run away.  It was quite hilarious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about three weeks left of summer vacation.  I feel like I blinked and the summer is over.  Overall, we've had such a great summer at home.  Yes, there have been some rough days, but for the most part, we've kept ourselves busy and had a lot of fun- pool/lake, park, zoo, coloring, museum, etc.  I am going to miss them when I return to work in the fall.  I've grown quite attached :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-7614722629674508989?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7614722629674508989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=7614722629674508989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/7614722629674508989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/7614722629674508989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-family-update.html' title='Just a Family Update'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-4029081864167194626</id><published>2009-07-21T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:54:42.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the Air</title><content type='html'>I had the pleasure of watching my boys try to impress a girl today.  We were at the "cool stairs" park (not the "snail park" or "rainbow park"), as we have lovingly named it.  As Mason and Hunter played with the super cool water fountain (yep, just a water fountain), a little girl and her grandmother stopped by.  For awhile, Mason just stared at her and Hunter climbed to the highest point of the jungle gym, announcing to the world how "big" he is.  However, soon after, Hunter created an elaborate Star Wars game.  He had two light sabers, Serenity (the little girl's name) had one, and Mason was of course assigned the role of "monster."  And I tell you what, Mason embraced that role.  He felt compelled to roar in the little girl's face any chance he had.  He also thought it his duty to tell her to "go away" multiple times, only to then follow her wherever she went.  I could tell that even for those brief twenty minutes, Mason was in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of love... it seems that my friend's little girl, Reagan, likes Hunter just a little bit.  I told my friend yesterday that someday the following will probably happen: Mason will be totally in love with Reagan and Reagan will be totally in love with the older and more worldy Hunter.  Mason will be heartbroken of course and Hunter will... who knows.  I have no idea as I only had sisters and have never really understood men.  The pet name that was being thrown around yesterday during dinner between Hunter and Reagan- "macaroni!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-4029081864167194626?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4029081864167194626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=4029081864167194626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4029081864167194626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4029081864167194626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/07/monster-man-mason.html' title='Love is in the Air'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-4005342268593557228</id><published>2009-07-20T11:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:26:11.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter Pants Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/SmSzEdltarI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8erFb9SGFYo/s1600-h/June+2009+121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/SmSzEdltarI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8erFb9SGFYo/s320/June+2009+121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360606345721375410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture from Hunter's fifth birthday party in early May.  I selected it because Hunter went through a stage where he didn't smile naturally for the camera.  All kids seem to go through that stage and Hunter's just ended.  He'll smile naturally but now actually turns his back on the camera.  I wonder when that stage will end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter had his adenoids removed and ear tubes placed in late June, which has completely restored his hearing.  His speech is very clear now and he doesn't seem as nervous about answering questions.  I would imagine that his hearing loss made conversations very difficult for him.  I'm so happy that when he enters kindergarten, he won't have problems hearing his teacher and classmates.  In regards to kindergarten, Hunter is putting up a fight.  He informs people when they inquire about kindergarten that he "just wants to stay home with mommy."  I'm sure once he gets there and meets new friends, he'll love it.  Right now, he seems very nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter loves his Wii Star Wars game so much that I have to incentivise the crap out of it.  "Okay, Hunter...  after you play with toys, play outside, do your workbook, etc.....  you can play your game."  "Hunter, if you don't stop messing with Mason's hair, I'll put the Wii controllers away."  On and on and on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Hunter and Mason to the Children's Museum last week and Hunter absolutely loved it. Because he loves dinosaurs, I'm thinking of trying to take him to the Science museum before school begins in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter's Favorite book- Star Wars of course!  I taught him how to "dog ear" a page to mark his place.  He thought that was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter loves to swim in lakes.  If I allow him to play freely, he is very brave.  The second I try to teach him how to swim, he is scared to death.  I need to get him enrolled in swimming lessons but am afraid that he won't want to do it.  Hunter is also a very fast runner and a strong climber.  We discovered a very cool park yesterday.  Lake Minnetonka Regional Park has the coolest, most elaborate play system I have seen.  Hunter went wild and had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter was so excited about Mitch's surprise birthday ice cream cake that he spilled the beans the second Mitch walked in the door.  "Dad!  We bought you a cake.  It's a surprise.  We put it in the freezer!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter's favorite color is "red."  Just like Mitch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter insists that Darth Vader is a good guy because he "turns good" in the end.  Hunter has a red light saber just like Darth Vader but again, Hunter insists that he is one of the good guys.  Hunter also likes to pretend he is Hans Solo....  Hunter actually has three light sabers- purple, blue, and red.  He asked this morning for a Star Wars "gun" because Princess Leia has one.  I'm not crazy about guns and I'm not crazy about adding more toys for the millions we already have.  I told him to put it on his "Santa list."  So, we begin talking about Christmas already, in July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-4005342268593557228?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4005342268593557228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=4005342268593557228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4005342268593557228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4005342268593557228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/07/hunter-pants-update.html' title='Hunter Pants Update'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/SmSzEdltarI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8erFb9SGFYo/s72-c/June+2009+121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-3901500777416226342</id><published>2009-07-18T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T12:06:13.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mason Man Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/SmIaehPh7uI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8PD7g9aioj0/s1600-h/June+2009+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/SmIaehPh7uI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8PD7g9aioj0/s320/June+2009+107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359875618146217698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken at the beginning of May 2009.  I selected it because it captures Mason perfectly.  Mason loves to be included when it comes to Hunter and any of Hunter's friends.  What you don't see in this picture: Hunter and cousin Hudson.  They are watching a show and I'm pretty sure that Mason started laughing because Hunter and Hudson did.  Mason is the "me too" kid.  Anything his big brother does, he wants to do too.  Yesterday, Mason reluctantly followed his brother into the child center at Life Time Fitness.  Usually, Mason cries when I leave him, but on this day, he was allowed to play with the big kids.  Watching him follow Hunter in was precious.  Mason seemed so tentative but willing to do what his big brother was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason is a chatterbox.  This morning he informed me that he wanted "oatmeal" for lunch.  He got it.  He can also speak, not always but sometimes, in complete sentences.  This morning he said, "I want to go in there."  He says "please" and "pank you."  Actually, he says, "pank you mommy."  In Mason's world, all men are "daddy" and all women are "mommy."  He often greets strangers in the store with a "hi mommy" or "hi daddy."  The hero in Mason's world is currently Mitch.  Mitch's leaving a room can make Mason dissolve into sobs.  Mason cries a lot.  He's at that stage.  He tattles a lot too.  While he cannot fully explain what happened, there is a lot of pointing toward a certain five-year-old and an accusatory name uttered, "Hunter."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason is currently asserting his independence by refusing to sit in his high chair.  I do have to force the issue sometimes when he eats yogurt or something.  Yesterday I made the mistake of giving Mason a yogurt while I was on the phone.  Because I wanted to finish my conversation, I let Mason sit at the table.  All was well until I realized that Mason had dipped his hand in the yogurt and was touching everything that could stain, including the carpet and our couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason's favorite possession is his "blankie."  He still chews on it and loves to carry it around with him in the morning.  Mason loves to play "downstairs" with Hunter (all words in quotations are words that Mason can say).  He loves to play "outside."  He loves to drink "juice" nonstop.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason will turn two-years-old on September 15th.  We are planning his first birthday party.  Last year he didn't have one because he had something contagious.  It may have been RSV.  Here's hoping that everyone stays healthy for this year's bash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-3901500777416226342?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3901500777416226342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=3901500777416226342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/3901500777416226342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/3901500777416226342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/07/mason-man-update.html' title='A Mason Man Update'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/SmIaehPh7uI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8PD7g9aioj0/s72-c/June+2009+107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-4723245106624139549</id><published>2009-07-14T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:40:18.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tri Tri Tri Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/Sl6hHBWiXcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/69UoZSmhVq8/s1600-h/EVCO9082_CourseMap_resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/Sl6hHBWiXcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/69UoZSmhVq8/s320/EVCO9082_CourseMap_resized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358897748611587522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Tuesday and the triathlon was Saturday and I'm just now starting to feel a bit more normal.  The days leading up to the race were difficult and long.  I don't deal well with anticipation so I was super nervous, jittery, agitated, you name it.  I took something to help me sleep every night, including the night before the race.  On Friday, Jodi and I drove into Minneapolis to pick up our race packets at the Convetion Center.  I spent the rest of Friday, literally, pacing.  I had a hard time eating (that's been an issue for a couple weeks).  Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set our alarms for 4 a.m. because we were told to arrive at Lake Nokomis for body numbering no later than 5:30 a.m.  Mitch was our one-man entourage.  He walked both of our bikes while we carried all the stuff we needed at transition.  I was shocked at how packed the place was at 5 a.m.  The transition area was chaotic to say the least and full of very athletic, competitive looking people.  Setting up the transition area was tricky.  That's something I guess I'll learn with time.  And the time went fast that day.  Just as I finished setting up my transition, we were instructed to get out of the transition area, as it was closing.  Before I knew it, I was by myself on the beach with thousands of others ;) and in line to start.  Jodi started about twenty-five minutes after me.  Overall, the race was pretty good.  The one-mile swim was shockingly long and people were crazy on the first right turn.  I felt like people were thrashing around me.  My leg cramped up once after I kicked into the person swimming next to me (accidentally) and I felt myself go into a little panic.  I wasn't sure whether I should stop then and wave over a lifeguard or keep going and hope for the best.  I opted for the latter and did make it out of the lake.  I can't stress enough how long the lake swim was.  I think I need to upload a picture just so you can see how long it was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people told me that the bike course was flat.  Hmmm.  Didn't seem flat to me and I cursed my damn hibrid bike the entire time.   Road bikes whizzed past me no problem.  I had to stand up to get up hills on my thousand pound two-wheeler while others just seemed to leisurely pedal upward.  I can't say much more about the bike except that I still haven't forgiven my Trek and am in the market for a new road bike.  I'm serious.  I don't even want to go out on a family ride I'm so pissed at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran around Lake Nokomis and then some twice during the last leg of the race.  I felt pretty good on the first lap and then something happened during the second.  As I've told some people, of all the events we do during a triathlon, the run is my best and I can usually kick it into high gear near the end.  During the second lap my chest and lungs started really hurting and I couldn't seem to pick up the pace at all.  Some nice lady started running next to me during that time, wanting to talk (probably as a distraction) but I was in a very bad place at that time and feel bad that I wasn't a bit more personable.  The run took me about ten minutes longer than it typically does.  I guess I was pooped after swimming and biking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family was very supportive during the race.  My mom, sister Sarah, and Mitch were there to cheer me on after each leg.  Mitch was really cute during the race, as my mom has informed me multiple times.  I guess he was running alongside me after the swim yelling "good job honey!  good job honey!"  At the end of the race, he yelled to someone he knew in the VIP area, "that's my wife!"  It's nice to know that he felt so happy for me.  He was as nervous as I was before the race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I crossed the finish line, I heard the announcer say something about "Here comes Bethany crossing the finish line."  Now, in that moment, I thought, "That's weird, someone else named Bethany is crossing the finish the same time I am."  I guess in times of extreme exhaustion, I have trouble putting two and two together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-Race News: I am going to start training for a 10 mile run (September 27th- Women Run the Cities).  Training for something rather than just working out keeps me motivated.  I went for a run (/walk) tonight.  Hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-4723245106624139549?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4723245106624139549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=4723245106624139549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4723245106624139549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4723245106624139549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/07/untitled.html' title='Tri Tri Tri Again'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/Sl6hHBWiXcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/69UoZSmhVq8/s72-c/EVCO9082_CourseMap_resized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-646054309379745843</id><published>2009-07-06T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:39:45.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Detour from the Usual</title><content type='html'>Let's call this week "The Week of Obsessing About Not Drowning in Lake Nokomis When I Attempt to Swim a Mile and Not Falling Off My Bike During the 25 miles of Road I Have to Race and Not Passing Out During the 6.2 Mile Run After Doing Everything That Came Before."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff About the Swim:  I have completed two lakes swims to date and will have my third and final practice in the lake tomorrow night.  Getting into the lake calmed some fears and ignited others.  I can do the freestyle in the lake and I can sight okay.  However, lake water moves, so I felt like I was fighting the current.  I also felt like my body was stuck in the middle of the lake.  I felt I was making absolutely no progress.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've found that so many people feel compelled to share their horror stories just before you step into the water.  In the past four days, two people told me about triathlon drownings.  Then a couple clever fishermen thought it would be funny to talk about the giant fish swimming in Cedar Lake just as I was stepping in.  A 5 foot musky (spelling?) you say?  I could take him!  An alligator sighting in 1965?  Alligatros don't scare the likes of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff About the Bike: I biked a bit yesterday.  Yep, those clipless pedals are still causing me some angst.  I can get my feet in and out no problem except in times of stress. :)  Let's hope that I see no bumps, potholes, other bikers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff About the Run: I ran 6 miles on Friday night and felt pretty good.  I'm really not nervous about the run, other than the fact that it's the last leg of the triathlon.  I expect I'll be tired.  Hopefully the adrenaline will continue pumping through my veins during the entire race.  Too bad I can't bottle up and give myself intravaneously some of that infinite energy my little ones have.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Being the Girl I Am: I now I have my pink tanktop to wear over my tri suit prior to the race.  It matches the cute flowers on my tri shorts and the pink water bottle I purchased yesterday.  I have my waterproof mascara.  I have my Luna Moon "Nutrition for Women" snacks for the bike ride.  I also have plans to head out for a night on the town after the race.  Yeah, so a day of work is enough to make me go to bed at 8 p.m. on a Friday night.  I'll so be ready to go out and celebrate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-646054309379745843?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/646054309379745843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=646054309379745843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/646054309379745843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/646054309379745843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/07/detour-from-usual.html' title='A Detour from the Usual'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-1060571089840934973</id><published>2009-07-01T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T07:26:50.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the Day: Poop</title><content type='html'>I love summer vacation.... but, today has been one of the days that I yearn to go back to work.  I awoke with a child literally stomping on my head.  Soon after, the yelling and the crying began.  Hunter usually has a reason when he is yelling and screaming.  The reason might be utterly ridiculous but I usually know why.  Mason is another story altogether.  He will cry if the wind blows his hair in the wrong direction, I swear.  Anyway...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason my head is about to spin off my neck...  Hunter won't stop saying "poop."  Poopy, poop, poop.  All at random.  I don't know why it's driving me mad, but at one point, I thought I would start throwing things, maybe myself, against a wall.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my children.  They are the most important human beings in the world to me and I'd gladly do anything for them and for their happiness, safety, and well being.  That said, they are driving me bonkers and I don't know what to do.  Luckily, it's now raining outside, so we get to be couped up for the time being.  Hunter has pushed the couch away from the wall (yes, he has the strength to do this himself) and they are now playing behind it, on it, in front of it, etc.  And with light sabers, so I'm sure at some point, one of them will get hit in the face and the crying will start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Mason found a sharpie market and drew all over his face!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-1060571089840934973?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1060571089840934973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=1060571089840934973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1060571089840934973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1060571089840934973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/07/word-of-day-poop.html' title='Word of the Day: Poop'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-9053859835944748153</id><published>2009-06-08T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T17:48:52.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do the Cookie Dance</title><content type='html'>I am starting to learn that I should always come home prior to picking up the boys from daycare to make dinner and get the house cleaned up.  Because the boys want to eat the second they walk through the door, I find it's easier to have dinner already ready for them.  Now that I've learned this, however, I now won't need to put it into practice until August as tomorrow is officially "my" last day of work!  I'll probably forget this valuable lesson by the time August rears its ugly head.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight after the boys inhaled their chicken fried rice (I made it), I gave each a cookie.  Pure delight.  I wonder when we all stop doing the cookie dance when someone gives us a sweet treat.  My boys, especially Mason, literally shakes his little bootie when I give him a treat.  I'm fairly certain that while I might do the cookie dance in my head when someone gives me a treat, I try to maintain my composure.  I wonder how I got from there to here.  I remember being a little kid and skipping around the room when my mom would let me have a cookie or even when I'd snatch a cookie without her knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when we learned not to cry when the treat was "all gone." Tonight when I informed Mason that the cookies were "all gone," he burst into tears.  Yes, now when I have a cookie, I might cry inside because it's all over, but again, I have learned, somewhere between my toddler years and my 32nd year, not to cry when the treats are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining.  On the contrary.  I find something quite precious about this little cookie dance of theirs and how the world is so simple for them that the cookies being gone is their greatest tragedy.  I don't want their problems to get bigger and I want them to keep shaking their little tushies when they get are treated to something sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-9053859835944748153?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/9053859835944748153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=9053859835944748153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/9053859835944748153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/9053859835944748153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-cookie-dance.html' title='Do the Cookie Dance'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-6937676605937165396</id><published>2009-06-03T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:41:41.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fresh Coat of Paint</title><content type='html'>Our painters finally arrived to paint the house white.  After weeks of beige and white (not pretty in our case, I tell ya), it is so nice to look at my house again and not cringe.  Now we have to pay for it.  Hmmmm.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-6937676605937165396?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6937676605937165396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=6937676605937165396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/6937676605937165396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/6937676605937165396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/fresh-coat-of-paint.html' title='A Fresh Coat of Paint'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-4708082061229006781</id><published>2009-06-02T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:59:24.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrier Monkeys</title><content type='html'>There is a scene in a movie titled "One Fine Day," starring Michelle Pfeifer (playing Melanie) and George Clooney where Melanie's boss looks at her little boy and asks, "Do you know what I think of when I look at him?"  Melanie smiles, ready for a compliment that identifies her son as an angel or God's gift to all creation, or something like that.  The boss's answers, instead, "Carrier monkey."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of this scene today as I walked into the Urgent Care at Quello Clinic knowing in my heart of hearts that I had pink eye, contracted from none other than my oldest son Hunter, whose pediatrician confirmed his pink eye yesterday!  "Why?" I was asking myself.  Should I not be exempt from illnesses and ailments like this?  Do I not have enough to deal with in a day?  I can't say my visit was all bad, though.  I got in to see the Urgent Care doctor immediately, which really could be labeled a miracle.  Literally.  The receptionist was friendly.  There was a TV in the waiting room which was tuned to NBC's (I think) show "Doctors" on which the doctors were ironically discussing pink eye with a caller.  The doctor on the show was telling the caller, as I filled out my health form, that mothers are more likely to contract pink eye from their children than anyone else!  Awesome news for me I guess!  The doctor I spoke to also encouraged me to get this sore throat of mine checked out.  I guess it's not a good thing when a symptom persists for over a month with no good (or obvious) reason.  Another awesome for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look into the near future, namely my evening with the boys, I know that I will need to battle Hunter to put his eye drops in.  I will need to battle Hunter so he'll take his medicine for his zillionth ear infection.  I will need to deal with dinnertime, bathtime, storytime, bedtime, and this damn messy house, which just never stays picked up and clean.  The one easy part of the evening will be when I put my own eyedrops in, knowing it's the best thing for me.  I'm the mom, I should know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall write on a more upbeat topic in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-4708082061229006781?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4708082061229006781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=4708082061229006781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4708082061229006781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4708082061229006781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/carrier-monkeys.html' title='Carrier Monkeys'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-3362954763289311749</id><published>2009-06-01T16:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:53:32.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Love about Hunter and Mason</title><content type='html'>What I Love About Hunter:&lt;br /&gt;1.  At his preschool graduation, he yelled across the room to one of his friends, "Hey, look at my mom!  Do you see my mom?  That's my mom!  Do you like my mom?"&lt;br /&gt;2.  Hunter's laugh is infectious and his smile is so big and wide it seems like his face might freeze that way!  His laughter touches my soul!&lt;br /&gt;3.  Hunter gets so excited about birthday parties that he cannot sleep the night before.  He knows that his dad's birthday is next (33 is right around the corner), then Mason, and then him again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I Love About Mason:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Mason says hi to everyone!  Mason says bye to everyone!  Mason looks everyone in the face.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Mason is genuinely thrilled when he sees a plane in the sky.  I wish I still carried the same amazement and awe of the workings of the world.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Mason can deliver the meanest (and sweetest, all at the same time) glare.  He is mastering the temper tantrum.  I have to remember in those moments that his emotions are complete and genuine.  There is no gray area with little kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-3362954763289311749?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3362954763289311749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=3362954763289311749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/3362954763289311749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/3362954763289311749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-i-love-about-hunter-and-mason.html' title='What I Love about Hunter and Mason'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-3740410223950081580</id><published>2009-05-31T16:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:05:47.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Highlights</title><content type='html'>Friday night- my sister Sarah treated me to dinner and drinks in celebration of my 32 years on this Earth!  As always, there was plenty of laughter and silliness.  We drank wine and ate yummy food at the Cheesecake Factory and then headed to Barnes and Noble where we each purchased a book.  I started mine immediately upon returning home.  Jodi Piccoult's Handle With Care.  It's a page turner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- I spent the first five hours of the day alone with the boys.  They were actually quite pleasant.  I was able to play with the boys, clean the house, and even read a little bit before Mitch returned home.  At 3 p.m. Mel and Brianna arrived to babysit the boys.  Mitch and I made our way to Penn Cycle where we learned that my new road bike was not quite ready.  So we raced home, grabbed our regular bikes and then headed up to Lake Harriett, where we road.  We circled Harriett, Calhoun, and traveled quite far on the Midtown Greenway before we turned around.  Sweaty and covered in dirt, we headed to Sandy's Tavern in Richfield where we enjoyed the World's Greatest Hamburger- literally!  I totally agree!  I don't think I've ever enjoyed a hamburger so much!  Afterwards, we went home, showered, and then met Sarah and Tyler at Southdale AMC for a movie- "Angels and Demons."  I had read the book six years ago, so I was anxious to see how the story would translate on the big screen.  It was entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- I spent the first four hours of the day alone with the boys so Mitch could work.  We went to Target and purchased some essentials and non-essentials.  When we got home, we found Bruiser having a seizure.  He had gotten sick on the couch and the floor so we had a lot to clean up.  Luckily, this seizure did not last very long at all.  This afternoon, we set up our little pool in the backyard and ran through the sprinkler.  Hopefully I got some sun on my face, arms, and legs.  It's truly shocking how snow white my skin is right now!  Tonight after dinner I ran 3.1 miles in 30 minutes.  Not too bad!  10 minute mile is really good for me, at least right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-3740410223950081580?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3740410223950081580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=3740410223950081580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/3740410223950081580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/3740410223950081580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-highlights.html' title='Weekend Highlights'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-746923328564610807</id><published>2009-05-27T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T17:00:15.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Eventful Trip to the ENT Doctor</title><content type='html'>After five years of wondering and numerous trips to the pediatrician, the Ear, Nose, and Throat Specialist confirmed today that Hunter needs tubes in his ears and perhaps his adenoids removed.  The ear infections he has experienced in the past months (and years) has caused some scarring on his eardrums.  In consequence, he has also experienced some hearing loss that this procedure will hopefully remedy.  While Mason's hearing is better than Hunter's, the doctor did say that Mason would also be a good candidate for the procedure as he also has some scarring on his eardrums.  Sooooo, on June 30th we will be heading to Children's West where both Hunter and Mason will get tubes in their ears.  I am really hoping and praying that this helps Hunter out especially as I have talked to numerous doctors about my concerns regarding his ears and his hearing.  That's a long story overall.....  It wasn't until last month that our pediatrician finally agreed that enough is enough and referred us on to a specialist. I have some bad feelings about all that....  Another long story..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess where my Q-Comp money is going----  "new ears" for the boys! :)  Better take a trip out to the money tree in the backyard.  I say this but also realize how much this is going to help my little guys, especially my oldest little guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-746923328564610807?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/746923328564610807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=746923328564610807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/746923328564610807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/746923328564610807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/eventful-trip-to-ent-doctor.html' title='An Eventful Trip to the ENT Doctor'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-3639874579082719110</id><published>2009-05-20T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:39:37.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating 9 Years of Marriage</title><content type='html'>9 Random Things about Mitch and Beth's 9 Years of Marriage&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary Mitch!  Married on Saturday, May 20, 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Our honeymoon occurred almost a year after we married.  We headed to Las Vegas and drank ourselves silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Our second honeymoon occurred in 2002.  I won a trip to Nassau, Bahamas.  We saw Incubus play in a private concert on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  After having children (and we waited quite a long time to have children), we headed to Las Vegas again for my sister Sarah's wedding.  We realized during that trip that when we have the chance to escape the stress of everyday life, we are actually the best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  One of our favorite things to do together is play Scrabble.  We fight when we play, but we also have fun when we play.  (Mitch makes up words and according to him, he wins more often then me, and I am an English teacher- a detail he really likes to rub in when I lose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  We are really in no way alike-- that must be what brought us together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  We both think are kids are the greatest two people who have ever walked the face of the earth.  We talk about how awesome we think they are pretty much everyday.  We wonder how many people feel the same way about OUR kids :) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Mitch put lilacs in a vase for me this evening, knowing that it's one of my favorite flowers/scents.  We had lilacs at our wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  We do value the same things and have a similar belief system.  Our personalities set us apart from one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Neither of us sleeps well when the other is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-3639874579082719110?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3639874579082719110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=3639874579082719110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/3639874579082719110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/3639874579082719110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/celebrating-9-years-of-marriage.html' title='Celebrating 9 Years of Marriage'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-2667250329636300922</id><published>2009-05-19T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:22:23.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot hot hot</title><content type='html'>I love warm weather!  Now, hot weather on the other hand is a little bit tougher, especially when you add little ones to the mix.  I held out as long as I could and then cranked on the air conditioner.  The temperature in our house read at a sizzling 87 degrees and both kids were crying, about toys and each other (not the heat), and literally hanging onto my legs as I tried to have a phone conversation with first my mother and then my sister.  I raised my voice (nice way to put it) and then got Mason into the bath, as he was covered in sunscreen and dirt (such a yummy combination).  I admit, the heat brings out the devil in me.  I'm a lover of the 70s and low 80s where the weather is concerned! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-2667250329636300922?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2667250329636300922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=2667250329636300922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/2667250329636300922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/2667250329636300922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/hot-hot-hot.html' title='Hot hot hot'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-4660354702512134564</id><published>2009-05-17T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:36:59.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Joy Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/ShDVeF3X0tI/AAAAAAAAAHU/CiTybQuLCW0/s1600-h/0515091800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/ShDVeF3X0tI/AAAAAAAAAHU/CiTybQuLCW0/s320/0515091800.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337000271381254866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated TGIF by taking the boys to DQ for an ice cream treat.  Hunter ordered his cone and changed his mind twice in regards to the flavor- white, then brown, and then back to white (his words).  I guess that is three times.  I ordered ice cream in a cup for Mason and really, the cup accomplished very little as Mason very effectively had ice cream all over his body- hair, shirt, pants, etc.  Being at the DQ took me back to my high schools days of employment at the DQ in Beulah, North Dakota.  There was once a time when one of life's greatest pleasures was cutting the snickers and reeses peanut butter cups in small, bite-size pieces.  Everyone who worked there loved that job.  Lots of snacking going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch worked on Saturday and I cleaned, in preparation for our babysitter.  Mitch and I celebrated our ninth wedding anniversary (which is actually May 20) with our best friends from college, Brian and Ann.  We had a lot of good laughs!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I woke up at 6 a.m. and headed to Lake Nokomis for my first real bike ride of the season.  We biked 15 miles and then ran two miles.  Mitch and I also took the boys to the zoo.  Again, fan favorites went to the sharks and the grizzly bears, which were actually "fighting" while we were there.  It was really something to watch.  Hunter loved it and Mason looked a bit scared.  At one point, Mason actually put his hand up and yelled, "Bear!  No!"  After getting home, I practiced anchoring my new bike shoes into my new bike pedals.  I have absolutely no skill where that is concerned and it's causing me some angst.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much more to report.  I guess I did pay bills tonight and drank.  I find that paying bills and drinking really do go hand-in-hand.  At least for me. :)  Three more weeks of full-time daycare and then we get some relief!  SUMMER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-4660354702512134564?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4660354702512134564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=4660354702512134564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4660354702512134564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4660354702512134564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-happy-joy-joy.html' title='Happy Happy Joy Joy'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/ShDVeF3X0tI/AAAAAAAAAHU/CiTybQuLCW0/s72-c/0515091800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-8401312105565356500</id><published>2009-05-03T19:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:49:18.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a Zoo at the Zoo Today</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning with big plans.  I knew that I had quite the day ahead of me--Mitch and his brother and nephew had a full day of work on the siding-- and the boys were under my watchful eye.  I decided an outing to the Minnesota Zoo would be just the ticket.  So we packed up and were out the door by 9:30 a.m.  We stopped by Target on our way to Apple Valley.  We each, Hunter, Mason, and I, purchased a new pair of sunglasses.  Hunter opted for Transformer sunglasses which he refused to take off, even in the darker exhibits.  Mason grabbed the Hot Wheels sunglasses and I a pair of flashy gold ones.  Upon entering the zoo, I decided that our family needed to become Zoo members so I paid the 85 bucks, knowing full well that trips to the zoo will be plentiful this summer.  We visited every single exhibit.  Hunter's favorite was the shark tank and the puma, which was eating a cantaloupe.  Hunter thought that was quite funny.  Mason was pretty much stroller bound the whole four-hour trip, though I did free him a couple times, once to play on activity equipment and again to play in the Farm area.  We enjoyed pizza for lunch.  Well, actually Hunter and Mason enjoyed pizza and for some reason, I just couldn't stomach it.  I waited until we returned home at 2:30 p.m. to eat lunch.  Mason stayed awake the whole trip, that is until we were about two blocks away from home.  That made putting him down for a nap a bit tricky.  He did sleep though, until about 4 p.m.  Then it was a trip to Home Depot, where the boys enjoyed the truck cart and I scoped out new lighting for our entrance and garage.  Dinner was from the crockpot and then the night really began.  Mitch cleaned up outside and I cleaned up inside, with the boys crawling all over me.  Overall, it was a good, albeit extremely busy, weekend.  I truly enjoyed the two beers I gulped down this evening while watching "Desperate Housewives!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-8401312105565356500?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8401312105565356500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=8401312105565356500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/8401312105565356500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/8401312105565356500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-was-zoo-at-zoo-today.html' title='It was a Zoo at the Zoo Today'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-2990543915450609539</id><published>2009-04-26T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:03:40.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is there to do on a Rainy Sunday?</title><content type='html'>Hunter, Mason, and I started our rainy Sunday on the couch- cuddling and watching something on the TV.  I'm not sure what we were watching as I was not paying a bit of attention and neither were the boys.  They were too busy jumping on me.  We transitioned to the dining room table shortly thereafter and ate cheerios and I guzzled coffee and attempted to read the newspaper.  I find that I know very little lately about the goings on in the world.  When am I supposed to read, watch, or listen to the news?  After breakfast, we raced ourselves to the basement.  During that transition, I taught Mason how to scoot down the stairs.  He learned amazingly fast.  Downstairs, as the boys were dumping all the toys from their bins, I decided to finally get our toy situation under control.  I helped them dump every single toy bin and proceeded to organize them into some sort of system that makes sense.  This is what I came up with for categories: Super Hero stuff, infant toys, cars, puzzles and games, costume/dress up stuff, sport stuff, balls, farm, legos and blocks, choking hazard (stored in Hunter's room hopefully out of Mason's reach but he's also quite a climber), Mr. Potato Head stuff, etc.  Seriously, we have too many toys and too many types of toys.  I recall a time when my nieces were coming for a visit and I was in desperate need of some toys.  Now, they fill rooms to the brim and start finding their way into "no-toy" zones like my bedroom and our fridge and the sink, etc.  Anyway, I think I won the battle with the toys, even though Mason and Hunter continueed to take things out as I put things into bins.  After the toy war, it was lunchtime.  The boys ordered me around for a little bit.  Sometimes, they might as well just yell, "more, woman."  Mason went down for a nap and Hunter and I went back downstairs where I finally caved and let him play Wii.  We have a new rules that he can only play Wii when it's raining or snowing.  So, I guess today is the day.  I played one game of bowling and then laid down.  My allergies have really kicked in.  I have terrible allergies--so bad that sometimes it feels more like the flu than anything else.  I slept for about fifteen minutes and then decided it was time to battle the laundry situation.  Mitch called in the midst of that--I yelled at him just because.  Sorry Mitch.  So, now here I type as Hunter sits behind me playing cars on my back.  Mason is still sleeping and I wonder what else we are going to do today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-2990543915450609539?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2990543915450609539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=2990543915450609539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/2990543915450609539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/2990543915450609539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-there-to-do-on-rainy-sunday.html' title='What is there to do on a Rainy Sunday?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-5873445009962525896</id><published>2009-04-19T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:27:29.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Dressed Up and Nowhere to Go</title><content type='html'>Getting ready for church presents some very interesting challenges to our family.  Because Mitch and I both lack true motivation during the weekends, we both sit around and drink coffee until the last possible second.  We sat on the floor this morning playing and cuddling with the boys and before we knew it, it was 9:10 a.m. and church begins at 10:00 a.m.  Neither of us had showered or gathered together the boys' church clothes at that point but being the optimists we "sometimes" are, we thought we'd try to make it in time. What follows is snippets of our forty minute "Get Ready" session: [Screaming children, slamming refrigerator doors, frazzled adults, shower water everywhere, clothes everywhere, Bruiser hiding from Mason, Hunter jumping off the couch and hiding when he realizes where we are trying to make him go, "Where is so and so's _____________?  "There are no clean clothes in this house!"  "Sit still!"  "Stop it!"  "Hunter stop pushing your brother!"  "Mason stop hitting Hunter!" "Are we really going to try to do this?" etc.].  We were loaded in the car at exactly 9:59 a.m.  We decided to have an adventure instead of going to church.  By the time we would have made it to Mount Olivet, it would have been 10:10.  By the time we would have dropped off Hunter at Sunday School and Mason at the childcare, it would have been 10:20 (drop offs are harder than one might think- see brackets above but keep in mind you're also in public when you are doing a drop off).  Church would have ended at 10:40 (they move it along at Mt. Olivet).  We drove to Saint Paul for some sightseeing.  We found ourselves on Summitt Avenue and enjoyed looking at the beautiful homes and buildings.  We tried The Red Balloon bookstore but it was closed.  We'll try some other time.  When we arrived home, I cooked a big breakfast- omeletes, rolls, hash browns, etc.  Then I got to clean up the kitchen.  Mason wasn't too thrilled about naptime and now I hear him ready to get up for more playtime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-5873445009962525896?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5873445009962525896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=5873445009962525896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/5873445009962525896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/5873445009962525896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-dressed-up-and-nowhere-to-go.html' title='All Dressed Up and Nowhere to Go'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-560483838493724180</id><published>2009-04-09T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:29:36.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For fast-acting relief, try slowing down.  ~Lily Tomlin</title><content type='html'>I decided this evening to take a moment to seek out some online wisdom.  I stumbled across this gem from Lily Tomlin when I typed in "Quotes about Stress": "For fast-acting relief, try slowing down."  Hysterical laughter ensued!  My response/question: "What if no one lets you?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-560483838493724180?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/560483838493724180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=560483838493724180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/560483838493724180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/560483838493724180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-fast-acting-relief-try-slowing-down.html' title='For fast-acting relief, try slowing down.  ~Lily Tomlin'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-7083425340014883684</id><published>2009-04-06T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:30:38.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Happened One Night</title><content type='html'>I have been super productive.  There was not a moment wasted during my spring break.  I began painting on Monday morning and we finished putting the house back together at about 8:30 p.m. last night.  Now, I do also have stacks of papers to grade and lessons to plan.  None of that got done over break but today, my first day back to work, was very productive and I made a slight dent in that stack.  I picked up Hunter at 3:30 p.m. and we headed home for a snack and to prepare for karate.  I felt so in control I should have known something would go awry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After karate and after picking up Mason, we headed home to make dinner and to get ready for bedtime.  That's when it began.  As Mason screamed and banged his spoon on his highchair tray, Bruiser stole a chicken strip off of Hunter's plate and proceeded to swallow it whole, though I didn't know that last detail at the time.  I learned that detail after Bruiser threw up the damn chicken strip followed by the remaining contents in his stomach (this is pretty gross and it gets worse).  I cleaned up the ickies the best I could and then finished cooking for Hunter and Mason.  Because I'm trying to eat healthier, I opted to cook myself a can of lentil soup instead of consuming the yummy mac and cheese I was preparing for the boys.  Not until I filled my bowl did I realize the mistake I had made.  Just think about the Bruiser catastrophe that happened minutes earlier and then match that up with what I was spooning into my bowl.  I decided to work through the nausea and set my bowl on the table.  Now, Hunter has become extremely observant and vocal about his observations.  He asked me if I was eating Bruiser's "stuff."  I told him no but thought he made an interesting, albeit gross, observation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason screamed through all of this of course and then during his bathtime I could hear squeaking down in the entryway.  As I wrapped Mason in his bath towel and headed into the living room, I was surprised to find Bruiser lying on the floor of our entryway having a seizure.  I raced Mason into the bedroom and threw his jammies on him so I could tend to Bruiser.  As I was taking care of Bruiser, Hunter was screaming about wanting to go outside to play baseball.  I told him that was no longer a possibility in light of Bruiser's health issues.  Bad mom alert- I told Hunter to just go watch a movie so I could take care of Bruiser.  Somehow, Hunter broke the DVD player. It has completely "frozen" up.  I cannot get it to do anything- not even shut off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready for round 2- bath for Hunter, snack for Hunter, bedtime for Hunter, and then I'm off for triathlon training.  To follow that I need to grade some papers and try not to eat anything comforting or drink anything that might make me feel a bit better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-7083425340014883684?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7083425340014883684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=7083425340014883684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/7083425340014883684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/7083425340014883684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-happened-one-night.html' title='It Happened One Night'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-6455269330717899647</id><published>2009-04-02T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:15:30.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break.... not what it used to be</title><content type='html'>I have spent the last four days of this spring break painting my house.  Going into the project, I knew I was taking on quite a job...  I just didn't know really how big it was going actually be.  It took me over twelve hour total to paint the bathroom purple and seven hours today to trim out the kitchen (and it's still not finished).  I cannot imagine what Friday, last official day of break, has in store for me.  Mitch will be home tomorrow and only time will tell whether or not that's a good thing or a bad thing.  Sometimes we work completely fine with one another.  Other times, not so much (understatement of the year).  I plan to post some pictures after I finish this darn project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute news for the boys- (the rest of this is so grammatically incorrect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter reminded me the other morning to recycle the cereal boxes.  He sang "You are my sunshine" with me tonight during bedtime (my heart was melting, melting, melting).  Hunter asked his father a recent morning ago for ten more minutes of sleep.  Hunter turns five on April 29th.  We have finally reached his birthday month.  He's looking forward to wearing the birthday belt at karate!  We've been waiting for this for MONTHS (literally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason loves his "blankie"- also a new word for him.  He chews on it and desires to have it wrapped around his neck in the morning while he's eating breakfast.  My grandmother made the blanket and I was hoping to keep it as a treasure.  I still do intend to keep the blanket always but it probably won't look or smell as nice as it could.  Oh well, I find it quite cute that he loves that particular blankie so much.  Mason also likes to pretend to talk on the phone.  He knows how to get a diaper for himself and bring it to me for changing time.  Mason is also a mad pointer and uses his pointing skills to get us to do his bidding.  He's a natural salesman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-6455269330717899647?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6455269330717899647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=6455269330717899647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/6455269330717899647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/6455269330717899647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break-not-what-it-used-to-be.html' title='Spring Break.... not what it used to be'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-2060596518676660209</id><published>2009-03-13T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:16:03.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for you Kellie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/SbsgzI-A_EI/AAAAAAAAAHE/oWkJagi33-c/s1600-h/March+9+2009+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/SbsgzI-A_EI/AAAAAAAAAHE/oWkJagi33-c/s320/March+9+2009+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312876248366644290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the most recent post on "Beauty is in the Eye of the Beerholder," I felt compelled to follow directions- find the 6th pic folder and find the 6th pic- and here it is!  I can't say that the photo scares me.  I look kinda scary but oh well.  I love the moment it captures.  This is Hunter and I decorating Christmas cookies in December.  We really enjoyed ourselves.  Hunter was more into eating than decorating but he did a nice job of dumping sprinkles onto his plate and then dipping the cookie into frosting and then the sprinkles on the plate.  I like that I'm wearing in this picture the Christmas gift I received from my husband- a 43 Palamalo jersey!  Love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-2060596518676660209?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/2060596518676660209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=2060596518676660209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/2060596518676660209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/2060596518676660209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-for-you-kellie.html' title='This is for you Kellie!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/SbsgzI-A_EI/AAAAAAAAAHE/oWkJagi33-c/s72-c/March+9+2009+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-4291477224086696861</id><published>2009-03-09T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:14:51.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Forward</title><content type='html'>You might not believe me but 18 month old children can actually growl.  I couldn't believe the sounds Mason was making after we had to wake him this morning, one hour earlier than usual because of the spring forward time change!  Both boys were beside themselves at the breakfast table.  Hunter demanded that Mitch turn the lights out because they were hurting his eyes.  He wanted the radio OFF!  Mason cried in his high chair, and by cried, I literally mean growled.  He was making the strangest little noises! :)  Tonight Mason was in bed a little after six and Hunter around 7:30 p.m.  I could tell Hunter was tired because his behavior was out of control- very aggressive and, dare I say it, a bit obnoxious :) !  I love my kids; I'm not a fan of this extra hour of sunlight yet.  I'm just not sure it's worth all the commotion! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-4291477224086696861?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4291477224086696861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=4291477224086696861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4291477224086696861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4291477224086696861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-forward.html' title='Spring Forward'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-7942415212670976848</id><published>2009-03-06T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:08:17.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Boys With Ear Infections...Not for the faint of heart</title><content type='html'>If you read my last post, consider this an extension post where I confirm that Mason did in fact get sick.  Both boys are currently being treated for ear infections- Hunter a double ear infection and Mason, one ear.  I seem to really know how to predict these kinds of things!  I should use my power to my advantage: I predict that my boys will, from tomorrow on, remain healthy for the rest of the school year!  Let's see how that prediction goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading tonight- a Friday night- and Mitch is enjoying some beers with Wade across the street.  Mitch was so excited at the prospect of some male bonding, he practically skipped!  I'm so excited to enjoy some quiet and some reading for fun (rather than reading for work).  I'm nearly finished with &lt;em&gt;A Thousand Splendid Suns&lt;/em&gt;- it's really good!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that the weather is nice tomorrow so we can spend some time outside!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-7942415212670976848?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7942415212670976848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=7942415212670976848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/7942415212670976848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/7942415212670976848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-boys-with-ear-infectionsnot-for.html' title='Two Boys With Ear Infections...Not for the faint of heart'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-1417034591320839301</id><published>2009-03-04T20:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:10:59.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday I was thinking, hey, my children have been healthy for quite some time now.  Ha ha ha.  Daycare called today reporting Hunter's 101.3 fever.  He will be home tomorrow.  I plan to spend the day snuggling him up!  I was always told to never share your good fortune out loud.  I guess you're not even supposed to think it, as I now have one sick child and I'm sure another in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note, because we have absolutely no food in the house, we did decide to chance an outing this evening for our weekly, and quite official, family night.  We ate dinner at Famous Dave's, which was a huge hit for both Hunter and Mason.  Hunter was especially excited by the huge sink just standing there out in the open.  He got his hands dirty JUST SO he could saunter on over to the public sink and wash his hands!  Mason loved the huge wooden bear that greeted us at the entrance!  He thought it was so funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-1417034591320839301?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1417034591320839301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=1417034591320839301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1417034591320839301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1417034591320839301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-1455734307707737507</id><published>2009-03-01T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T05:26:14.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spa Day Sunday</title><content type='html'>In about three hours I will be heading to Life Time Fitness in Saint Louis Park for over three hours of pampering- haircut, facial (1 1/2 hours), and massage (1 hour).  I think I will be "drunk" from all that me time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-1455734307707737507?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1455734307707737507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=1455734307707737507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1455734307707737507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1455734307707737507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/03/spa-day-sunday.html' title='Spa Day Sunday'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-8988610945337310865</id><published>2009-02-28T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:47:24.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thursday Plan</title><content type='html'>On Thursday, I will be reading to children and parents for Kindercare's Reading Night.  I cannot decide what to read.  Hunter's current favorites are Five Little Monkeys Wash the Car and How Do Dinosaurs Go to School.  Should I read either of those?  Should I read a tried and true classic?  I'm so torn.  This is a big deal.  Hunter is super excited about this and told all of his teachers and all of his preschool friends that his mommy was coming to read to them.  I have to make sure to do this right! Also, one of the other teachers told me that one of the other dads plans to dress up as Bob the Builder and read a Bob the Builder book.  That's pretty cool, if you look at it from a five-year-old's perspective.  How do I compete with that?  Wow!  Lots to think about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Hunter and Mason ran around wearing pants and no shirts!  Hunter, in pure Mitch style, did a number of muscle man poses.  Mason mimicked Hunter's moves!  It was sooooo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went bowling with my sister and her husband.  It was a lot of fun and we were pleasantly surprised to see our friends Wade and Kelly and their friends arrive at the bowling alley as well and bowl alongside of us!  It's been a long time since I've been out on a Friday night!  I felt, dare I say it, carefree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)  Happy Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-8988610945337310865?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8988610945337310865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=8988610945337310865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/8988610945337310865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/8988610945337310865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/thursday-plan.html' title='The Thursday Plan'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-3385738614832391472</id><published>2009-02-24T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:12:07.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A McDonalds Memory</title><content type='html'>I had a meeting after work today.  In consequence, I picked the boys up fairly late- 5:30 p.m. Knowing my boys, I decided to head to the drive-thru window at McDonalds in order to avoid the screaming for food they usually do the second we arrive home.  On our way there, I asked Hunter what he would like to order.  Response: fries (of course) and chicken nuggets.  I asked Hunter what we should order for Mason.  Response: salad and turkey.  I have a feeling that this is the start of an ongoing part of Hunter and Mason's relationship-  Hunter will decide how he can mess with Mason.  Today, case in point, give the little one the salad while he is forced to watch big brother gobble down greasy goodness.  They both got chicken nuggets and fries.  Yes, I can feel guilty.  I'd be more inclined to call me wise, considering the meltdowns both boys have around this time of day.  There is no way either of them would tolerate my attempts to warm something up, much less cook anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-3385738614832391472?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3385738614832391472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=3385738614832391472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/3385738614832391472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/3385738614832391472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/mcdonalds-memory.html' title='A McDonalds Memory'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-6354804023264980727</id><published>2009-02-23T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:43:31.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Peas Please!</title><content type='html'>Right now Hunter is munching on some carrots.  At dinner he refused to eat his peas and now has requested a brownie treat before bed.  I told him he had to eat two carrots before I would even consider a bedtime snack.  Mason on the other hand couldn't get enough peas tonight and I'm sure this indulgence will appear in some way shape or form in his diaper tomorrow.  Let's hope daycare experiences the joy of seeing all that green poop.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was feeling very much under the weather and so requested a half day sub so I could come home and sleep.  Of course, in my world, sleep is difficult to come by.  Not that I didn't try.  I laid down, got all comfy and cozy, and then wham...  I was alert and very much awake.  So instead of sleeping, I did a little cleaning and TV watching and at least enjoyed a little bit of quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-6354804023264980727?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6354804023264980727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=6354804023264980727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/6354804023264980727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/6354804023264980727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-peas-please.html' title='More Peas Please!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-8349681226984898077</id><published>2009-02-21T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T06:55:24.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Quiet Little Saturday</title><content type='html'>This will tell you how old I am.  Mitch and I went on a date last night.  We ate dinner at The Cheesecake Factory and we saw "The Wrestler."  We did have a nice time but GOING OUT IS HARD!!!!!  You have to have fun and you have to engage in interesting conversation and you have to stay awake... all after a week's worth of work and working out and taking care of little boys who are much too heavy to pick up anymore (I hurt my back again earlier this week).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to today, Saturday.  We are doing NOTHING!  We are not going anywhere and we are not doing anything.  I plan to sit on the floor today and let the little ones climb all over me.  My house is getting torn apart but I do not care.  I will clean it when I feel like it.  I have to pay bills, but again, I'll do it when I feel like it.  I'm tired of this snowy weather but am thankful to be living in Minnesota and not North Dakota.  My parents have been pounded this winter season.  The drifts around their house are getting taller than their house and that is NOT an exaggeration.  They do not anticipate this snow melting away any time soon.  Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to do a little non-school reading today and tonight.  I finally found a book that holds my interest for more than five minutes- &lt;em&gt;A Thousand Splendid Suns &lt;/em&gt;(author of &lt;em&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/em&gt;).  I also ordered three other books that I'm hoping to have some time for (ha ha): &lt;em&gt;The Book Theif, So Brave, Young, and Handsome&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Going After Cacciato&lt;/em&gt;.  An English teacher should read right?  Lately all I've been reading is the stuff I assign to kids and I have literally read all of that about nine times before.  I need something besides television to amuse me, though I have to say that "Lost" and "Top Chef" have been the bright spots of this dreadful winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute note about Hunter: He earned his second stripe on his green striped belt and his favorite new book is Five Little Monkeys Play Hide and Seek.  I will be registering Hunter for kindergarten on Monday.  He will be at Cornelia next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute note about Mason: His new word is "mine" and his loves Dinosaur books.  He is also very into cars lately.  He carries a car in each hand as he toddles through the house.  He also knows how to get himself a diaper when we ask him to and he knows how to get his coat, all by himself, when we pick him up from daycare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-8349681226984898077?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8349681226984898077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=8349681226984898077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/8349681226984898077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/8349681226984898077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-quiet-little-saturday.html' title='Just a Quiet Little Saturday'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-3039987212127580193</id><published>2009-02-16T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:53:53.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>President's Day- No School</title><content type='html'>If you don't count the rest of this month, I have a little over three months left of the school year.  I'm so excited for summer and am anxious to begin planning out what our days will be like...  Hunter and Mason will be home with me full time this summer- no daycare at all.  I plan to enroll Hunter in some kind of kids camp, perhaps through Lifetime.  He will continue karate and will probably take swimming lessons.  I think I'll get Mason into swimming lessons as well.  I will also need to carve out some time in my day for training.  I guess this is the summer I return to the Lifetime Fitness triathlon.  I've started working out fairly consistently but am at a complete loss regarding how to approach training.  My husband's friend Brian brought over some triathlon magazines last night which were helpful but also intimidating--- I guess training for this is a big deal :) !  I better get started.  Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a pretty jam packed day today.  Played cars on the kitchen floor, went to the club, visited with my sister, went to karate, made dinner, bathed the boys, and now need to start my schoolwork for tomorrow.  I also hurt my back.  I'm always hurting my back.  I think it's from carrying Mason, who weighs around 30 pounds and is of no assistance to me when I'm carrying him.  Solid weight!  I took five ibuprofen.  Not helping.  I also need to do laundry and pay bills.  Starting to feel overwhelmed!  Better go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellie, if you read this, I will be ready for Tuesday's kickboxing class!!!!!!!  I'll be glad to have you as my partner!  Last week was difficult!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-3039987212127580193?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3039987212127580193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=3039987212127580193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/3039987212127580193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/3039987212127580193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/presidents-day-no-school.html' title='President&apos;s Day- No School'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-8395096221308351802</id><published>2009-02-13T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:13:06.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day Weekend- no gifts for me or Mitch</title><content type='html'>After today, it would be nice to say that I will have a three day respite from my job; however, I will be heading into EHS at 9 a.m. tomorrow morning after my workout (if I can get my butt out of bed) for an Images meeting.  The students are now judging and selecting artwork for the publication, so Saturdays will now, in part, be set aside for work.  Mitch and I have absolutely no Valentines day plans.  Gone are the days when I care about being romanced on this particular day.  That's not to say that I don't care every other day.  We are simply postponing our plans for next weekend after all the hustle and bustle around V-day is over.  My niece is going to babysit the boys next Friday night.  Mitch and I might see a play/performance at the Guthrie.  I feel like heading out for a theater experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-8395096221308351802?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8395096221308351802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=8395096221308351802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/8395096221308351802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/8395096221308351802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-weekend-no-gifts-for-me.html' title='Valentines Day Weekend- no gifts for me or Mitch'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-7015041554210108190</id><published>2009-02-12T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:43:49.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gift for Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>I received wonderful new today!  Hunter will be attending kindergarten at Cornelia Elementary School in Edina!  A future hornet!  I have been waiting on pins and needles for this news and received the call during my fifth hour.  I could not mask my happiness (not that I should)!  If we stay in the Twin Cities area, I will have the opportunity to someday see my little boy (future teenager) walk the halls of EHS.  Wow!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are readying ourselves for another signficant moment.  The Valentines Day party tomorrow at Hunter and Mason's school.  Hunter signed each and every Valentine and helped me organize the candy and valentines into little baggies.  We wrapped Hunter's box in Spiderman wrapping paper.  Hunter is convinced that this box is a birthday present and keeps reminding me that he is the "number five" (meaning he is five years old).  I have to keep telling him that his birthday month is April and that while he is going to a party on Friday, it is a Valentines party and not a birthday party in his honor.  He is convinced that I am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason fell today at school while playing outside on the playground and skinned up his cute little face.  I guess he cried a little bit and then was ready for more play.  I'm sure this is one incident of many more to come.  I have found little boys to be quite rambunctious and very willing to take risks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason's favorite new word is "book" which makes me very happy.  He says it very well, adding extra emphasis to the K sound on the end.  He is also very into carrying the remote around the house.  He is completely happy just to carry it around.  He is not into television, just remotes.  He is also starting to fight back against his older brother.  For some reason, Hunter follows Mason around and makes sure to poke him, touch his face, grab his hair, etc. at all times. Mason screams bloody murder in response.  It's awesome :) !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-7015041554210108190?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7015041554210108190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=7015041554210108190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/7015041554210108190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/7015041554210108190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/gift-for-valentines-day.html' title='A Gift for Valentines Day'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-1438775109468601384</id><published>2009-02-04T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:49:04.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Land</title><content type='html'>I just threw away a Candy Land game because the board was ripped.  I really think I need a vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-1438775109468601384?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1438775109468601384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=1438775109468601384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1438775109468601384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1438775109468601384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/candy-land.html' title='Candy Land'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-928638463241380886</id><published>2009-02-04T16:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:43:26.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick update</title><content type='html'>This winter is dragging on and again, it is bitterly cold in good ol Minnesota.  All I keep thinking is: March, march, march.  At least by then we'll probably be through the worst of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter earned his green striped belt at karate last week and was so excited to show me all of his new sparring equipment.  Yes, they begin sparring and I'm really nervous about that.  I guess we will see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason has many new words, some of which include "book," "puppy," and "bath time" (he started saying the latter this evening).  Very cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-928638463241380886?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/928638463241380886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=928638463241380886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/928638463241380886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/928638463241380886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-quick-update.html' title='Just a quick update'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-7702257618977060464</id><published>2009-01-25T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:00:04.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After reading student papers, what is there to say except....</title><content type='html'>hell!!!!!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really had an enjoyable day.  Mitch let me sleep in until 8:00 a.m. this morning, which provided me the opportunity to get some much needed rest.  I have felt exhausted and just plan old "down and out" for about three weeks.  We went to church which I always find to be helpful, no matter what.  I get some alone time with Mitch and we get to just "be."  We went to the carwash, which is great family fun (and I'm not kidding :) )!  We went to DQ for lunch which was really fun.  Mason tore his grilled cheese up himself and Hunter went to the counter following his main meal and ordered his ice cream sandwich all by himself.  I'm really trying to give Hunter opportunities to advocate for himself, as I find this is such an important skill for kids to learn.  I graded for three hours at Caribou and then we went to Best Buy where I followed Mason around the store as Mitch and Hunter shopped for Guitar Hero World Tour.  I learned a lot about Best Buy by following Mason around.  We ate spaghetti for dinner and I learned that Mason absolutely loves green beans and spaghetti.  Bath time for the boys and then bed- Mitch read to Mason and I read to Hunter.  Sounds like an uneventful day but for me it was balanced, fun, and productive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-7702257618977060464?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7702257618977060464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=7702257618977060464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/7702257618977060464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/7702257618977060464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-reading-student-papers-what-is.html' title='After reading student papers, what is there to say except....'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-4097705596250172480</id><published>2009-01-22T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:45:36.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Can Muster is a List</title><content type='html'>Things That are Good:&lt;br /&gt;1.  My mom traveled to the Twin Cities to take care of Mason.  (I wanted to make sure Mason was good and healthy before returning to daycare, so thanks Mom!)&lt;br /&gt;2.  I get to drink a glass of wine tonight while watching Grey's Anatomy with my mom.  And The Office, 30 Rock, Top Chef (last night), and perhaps Lost (again).....&lt;br /&gt;3.  I had a pretty good day with students.  They were fairly pleasant even after I made them write for two hours straight during final exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things That could be better:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Essays and other things to grade are piling up around me like stacks of bricks.  I'm starting to feel claustrophobic!&lt;br /&gt;3.  It's only January and I'm so sick of winter I could scream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-4097705596250172480?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4097705596250172480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=4097705596250172480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4097705596250172480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/4097705596250172480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-i-can-muster-is-list.html' title='All I Can Muster is a List'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-7727407614075910997</id><published>2009-01-18T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:52:42.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Snowing, We're Sick---and I'm sick of it!</title><content type='html'>I try, I really do, to remain positive but as I look out the window and notice the humongous snowflakes falling, I am not thinking "pretty."  I'm thinking, "when is this ever going to end"...and it's only January!  We've been battling illness for about 2 1/2 weeks now.  Started with me and then made its way through our household, finally landing solidly in Mason's lungs.  His RSV (Upper respiratory virus) test came back positive on Thursday, so I've been home with both kids since Thursday.  Luckily, Mason's case is fairly mild in comparison to what some kids can get.  He didn't struggle with breathing or anything like that, but did have a productive cough and a fever.  Hunter also came home on Thursday with a fever.  Other than that, he's doing well.  The doctor I saw on Friday confirmed bronchitis for me, so I'm taking antibiotics now (since I've been sick for over two weeks).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I read what I've written, I have to say, I'm quite the bundle of laughs!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking forward to the Steelers game this afternoon.  I'm baking BBQ Chicken drummies for dinner, which hopefully will be eaten willingly by my children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-7727407614075910997?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7727407614075910997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=7727407614075910997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/7727407614075910997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/7727407614075910997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-snowing-were-sick-and-im-sick-of-it.html' title='It&apos;s Snowing, We&apos;re Sick---and I&apos;m sick of it!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-7754155236674365050</id><published>2009-01-15T06:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:54:15.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumped for Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday evening, Mitch and I headed to Sheridan Hills Elementary School with Hunter and Mason for kindergarten orientation.  Now, this was an experience because I think we all remember our time in kindergarten, and now here's my son preparing for his school-age years!  Very emotional!  Hunter was very excited about the idea of a new school and walked in with us quite willingly.  He did get nervous once we were in.  Because I completely dropped the ball on some of the forms I was supposed to complete (though I was by far not the only one), registration at the door was quite easy.  We headed into the cafeteria where Hunter sat at the table and ate animal crackers and cut shapes with the new scissors the school gifted to each new student.  Following that, we took Hunter to one of the classrooms where two of the teachers had activities planned for the kids while parents attended a meeting.  Mitch had to leave with Mason shortly after because Mason was just not in the mood.  I learned about the curriculum and volunteer opportunities, etc.  I really felt like a grown up.  I'm the mother of a child who will be a senior in high school before you know it.  I think I'm going to cry.  Anyway....  I digress....  The highlight of the evening was taking a bus ride with Hunter following the program.  Words cannot describe his excitement!  Now each morning he tells me that he wants to go to kindergarten today, on the bus of course.  One of the things I love about being a parent is that my kids remind me that it's the little things, like a bus ride or eating animal crackers, that make life so special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-7754155236674365050?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7754155236674365050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=7754155236674365050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/7754155236674365050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/7754155236674365050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/01/pumped-for-kindergarten.html' title='Pumped for Kindergarten'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-6584791074870250664</id><published>2009-01-12T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:57:45.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>So.... it's been awhile.  I was under the weather all last week and am still not 100%.  I have a sneaking suspicion I have mono but I am conveniently avoiding the doctor for fear of him confirming my suspicions.  I finally made a committment to compete in a full triathlon this summer and have started making working out a priority (after five years of hit-or-miss workouts!).  If I have mono, I know I would be out of commission for about six weeks.  Not a good thing!  Why mono do you ask?  My throat is blazing and I feel beyond fatigued.  Could just be that my life makes me tired.  I'll opt on being dramatic for now :).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend Mitch and I went out two nights in a row!  Yikes!  Friday night tired me out completely- dinner and a movie.  By the time the babysitter arrived on Saturday night, all I wanted was to change into my pajamas and watch cooking shows on the Food Network.  Mitch had a work function in Eden Prairie.  I knew no one so it was just perfect when Mitch completely disappeared without word.  I had one of those high school moments where I had no one to talk to and felt completely beside myself.  Such a great feeling!  I finally found two other women to talk to.  Turned out that they didn't know anyone either so I felt better after that.  Even rocked out on two songs on Guitar Hero.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my Steelers won!  One more game and we're in the Super Bowl!  Go #43!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-6584791074870250664?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/6584791074870250664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=6584791074870250664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/6584791074870250664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/6584791074870250664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/01/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-8131723038901044844</id><published>2009-01-05T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:56:33.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You might be from Minnesota</title><content type='html'>I tell ya what (sound Minnesooootan?), I'm damn sick of this cold weather already.  I included on this list those descriptors I find significant at this time of year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Foxworthy on Minnesota :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're proud that your state makes the national news 96 nights &lt;br /&gt;Each year because International Falls is the coldest spot in the nation, &lt;br /&gt;You might live in Minnesota. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know how to say...Wayzata...Mahtomedi.....Cloquet . Edina&lt;br /&gt;               ...and Shakopee, &lt;br /&gt;You might live in  Minnesota. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If vacation means going "up north" for the weekend, &lt;br /&gt;You might live in  Minnesota. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You measure distance in hours, &lt;br /&gt;You might live in Minnesota. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know several people, who have hit deer more than once, &lt;br /&gt;           You might live in Minnesota. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often switch from "Heat" to "A/C" in the same day and back again, &lt;br /&gt; You might live in  Minnesota. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can drive 65 mph through 2 feet of snow &lt;br /&gt;           During a raging blizzard without flinching, &lt;br /&gt;           You might live in  Minnesota. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see people wearing hunting clothes at social events, &lt;br /&gt;           You might live in Minnesota. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You install security lights on your house and garage and leave both unlocked,   &lt;br /&gt; You might live in Minnesota. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You carry jumper cables in your car, and your girlfriend knows how to use them, &lt;br /&gt;           You might live in Minnesota. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You design your kid's Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit, &lt;br /&gt;           You might live in Minnesota. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow, &lt;br /&gt;           You might live in Minnesota. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter, and of course, road construction, &lt;br /&gt;           You might live in Minnesota. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If "Down South" to you means Iowa, &lt;br /&gt;You might live in Minnesota. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find -10 degrees "a little chilly", &lt;br /&gt;You might live in Minnesota. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You actually understand these jokes, and you forward them to all your Minnesota friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-8131723038901044844?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8131723038901044844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=8131723038901044844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/8131723038901044844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/8131723038901044844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-might-be-from-minnesota.html' title='You might be from Minnesota'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-8646556019383479595</id><published>2008-12-31T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T07:20:36.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Survey</title><content type='html'>My sister-in-law sent this survey to me, so I thought I'd fill it in and post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Names you go by: &lt;br /&gt;Beth and Buffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you are wearing right now: Jammies and makeup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of your favorite things to do:&lt;br /&gt;Read and go on long walks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you want very badly at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;sleep (Hunter woke up at 1 a.m. and we haven't slept since) and money (who doesn't want more money?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite pets you have had/have:&lt;br /&gt;Duchess and Bruiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you did last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to kickboxing and drank a beer after kickboxing (I'm sooooo healthy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you have eaten today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oatmeal and a cookie (yep, I needed some comfort after being awake all night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people you last talked to:&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two places you have been in the past year:&lt;br /&gt;Beulah and Duluth (we're wild and crazy people, I tell ya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite beverages: Blue moon and diet coke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-8646556019383479595?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/8646556019383479595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=8646556019383479595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/8646556019383479595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/8646556019383479595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2008/12/survey.html' title='A Survey'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-3469805423225810801</id><published>2008-12-29T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:33:24.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's hoping</title><content type='html'>One thing I failed to mention in my previous entry is that Hunter did get sick on Christmas eve.  Over the past 2-3 years, Hunter has gotten sick on every major holiday or family get together.  Here's hoping that he does not get sick this New Years Eve.  Fingers are crossed.  Sending a prayer up as I type this very brief entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud of myself- I graded ten essays this evening, just as I promised myself I would.  Trying to grade in small doses.  I'm trying to avoid that overwhelmed feeling I get before I head back to work after a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we played at Edinborough Park with my sister-in-law Doreen and her kids, Anamaria and Henry.  Clare stayed home with Joe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we are heading to the pediatrician at 8:45 am.  Mason has been a bear for the last few days and I fear that his most recent ear infection did not clear up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I get to visit the LifeSpa at Lifetime Fitness!  I will have "new" hair for the new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-3469805423225810801?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3469805423225810801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=3469805423225810801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/3469805423225810801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/3469805423225810801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2008/12/heres-hoping.html' title='Here&apos;s hoping'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-307193955142390395</id><published>2008-12-28T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:11:26.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in North Dakota</title><content type='html'>Hunter, as a baby, was a wonderful traveler....  He slept often and amused himself with books and toys.  Mason and Hunter do NOT have this quality in common, much to our dismay!  If Mason had not mastered his high-pitched, blood curdling scream before our trip to Beulah, North Dakota (eight hours west of the Twin Cities), then he definitely did so during this particular car ride. What is typically an eight hour trip became a ten hour trip easy because of our frequent stops.  We actually stopped in Fargo, North Dakota and let the boys run free for about an hour at Dinosaur Land at West Acres.  About a half hour after we left Dinosaur Land, Mason was screaming once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did make it to Beulah, in time for dinner, thank goodness.  We also knew going into the trip that my mom had purchased a Wii play system for my father.  Hunter knew this as well and headed straight to the downstairs television for bowling and boxing, etc.  Hunter was so excited to play with his cousin Hudson, who is a year younger than Hunter.  They got along swimmingly this year.  I think I can say with confidence that there was only one crabby exchange between the two boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided not to attend the Christmas Eve church service as it was at 7:30 p.m. which is an hour past Mason's bedtime and Hunter's actual bedtime.  We did not think the boys would really appreciate having to sit still in dress clothes for over an hour.  I was sad to miss church but also felt like we made a wise decision (for the sake of the little ones).  After the three little boys fell asleep, the adults exchanged gifts!  We were given very generous gifts- gift cards, pajamas, Chanel perfume, a North Face fleece, Vikings sweatshirt, etc.  I truly felt spoiled.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning was very special.  Because Hunter was highly aware of Christmas and Santa this year, I really went overboard in the gift department.  I was so excited to see his excitement.  On top of that, my family also treated the boys very generously.  The highlight for Mason was his fourwheeler.  The highlight for Hunter was pretty much everything he opened!  He truly reacts the "right way" during gift giving.  He is very thankful and excited.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two sisters left with their families on Christmas day and traveled to their in-laws.  We stayed and enjoyed a dinner of Prime Rib and lots of wine (for me) with my parents.  I sat on the floor pretty much all day with the two boys and played with toys.  So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a ton of Wii at my parents' house.  I was actually sore the next day, after having played tennis and boxing.  Hunter built his first snow fort.  My parents have drifts as high as their back windows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left mid-day on the 26th for Wadena, Minnesota.  Mason screaming started about a half hour into the trip....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon- a post on our "Christmas at the Farm and Golf Course House"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-307193955142390395?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/307193955142390395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=307193955142390395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/307193955142390395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/307193955142390395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-in-north-dakota.html' title='Christmas in North Dakota'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-1265699904621455536</id><published>2008-12-22T15:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:54:58.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My own personal hell.....</title><content type='html'>....is an hour-long wait in a 3x5 room waiting for the veterinarian with two screaming boys and a pissed off and freaked out dog.  Mason might as well have been licking his hands after touching the floor and garbage can, etc. and Hunter was basically throwing himself off of the exam table.  To top it off, I took the boys to McDonalds following this disastrous trip....what kind of a mother am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-1265699904621455536?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1265699904621455536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=1265699904621455536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1265699904621455536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/1265699904621455536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-own-personal-hell.html' title='My own personal hell.....'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439655811249662903.post-763565358311718307</id><published>2008-12-20T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:15:01.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Haircut</title><content type='html'>After listening to Mitch complain about the length of Mason's hair for months now, I finally agreed to the first haircut.  I almost cried as she snipped his curls...  Mitch tried to assure me that they will grow back, but I agreed with the hairdresser who told him they probably will not.  I was sure to take a ton of pictures- befores and afters, etc.  Mason was a good little customer.  He sat very still and looked worried but did not cry.  He was fearful of the blow dryer and reached out for me as she did that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do have an envelope of curls from this first trip to Kids Hair.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Mason, the boy with the "world's softest hair" (this fact confirmed by multiple teachers at daycare).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439655811249662903-763565358311718307?l=bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/feeds/763565358311718307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439655811249662903&amp;postID=763565358311718307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/763565358311718307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439655811249662903/posts/default/763565358311718307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyandtheboys.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-haircut.html' title='First Haircut'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830275184680861680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iaC9eshqmt4/R-MHFjDUNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bi2PGHkdwtQ/S220/03-15-08+pics+126.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
