<?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-1640024155997662807</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:17:49.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darby Developments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-4518701810572350946</id><published>2010-03-30T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T07:26:59.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AUGH, the Life of a Mom!</title><content type='html'>As a child I have a vivid memory of my mom when I was about 7 years old.  We were sitting down for dinner and she got mad and she got  her purse and she left.  I don't remember exactly what happened that made her angry, but now I get it.  What probably happened was that we were all complaining about what she made for dinner, again.  And she had it.  I feel that way right now, and my kids are only 4 and 2.  I feel like I try very hard to come up with creative and healthy meals, and no matter what it is, someone complains.  It is infuriating!  I will say that my husband is always appreciative, and truthfully if he doesn't like it he keeps it to himself.  I have told him in the past, you have to tell me if you don't like it or I will make it again.  I am also not one of those moms that makes several things for dinner.  I make one thing, and I try to make things that everyone likes, and everyone eats it.  If you don't eat it, then you will really enjoy your breakfast.  I am just frustrated by the complaining and the fact that sometimes, Reagan especially, won't even take a bite.  So irritating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-4518701810572350946?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/4518701810572350946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=4518701810572350946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/4518701810572350946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/4518701810572350946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2010/03/augh-life-of-mom.html' title='AUGH, the Life of a Mom!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-3867888080344774107</id><published>2010-02-21T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:10:23.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/S4HnJCy6mqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/OPHuxBK8FKk/s1600-h/101_0893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/S4HnJCy6mqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/OPHuxBK8FKk/s320/101_0893.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440883967395535522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/S4Hm8OsuLYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/HhT0pPn1Du0/s1600-h/101_0891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/S4Hm8OsuLYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/HhT0pPn1Du0/s320/101_0891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440883747252481410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/S4HmyX0l8MI/AAAAAAAAAKA/c24_brFKDec/s1600-h/101_0861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/S4HmyX0l8MI/AAAAAAAAAKA/c24_brFKDec/s320/101_0861.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440883577902723266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I am way behind since this party was about a month ago, but here it is anyway.  Since everyone has been sick for so long it took me forever to download the pics.  Also while doing this I realized that I do not have a lot of pictures of the actual party so you will have to take my word for the fact that it was adorable and huge success.&lt;br /&gt;All of the little girls dressed up and when they first arrived they made and decorated wands.  I cut out card stock and glued it on dowel rods that I had painted silver.  They we had jewels and ribbons and stickers that they could decorate with.  They loved it, and I liked it because it was a little different than the usual crowns.  After that we played Kiss the Frog (like pin the tale on the donkey)  I drew a huge frog on poster board and cut out lips and they were blindfolded.  It was just for fun, because at this age you still get little ones who cry when they lose.&lt;br /&gt;For food the girls had sandwiches that were cut into hearts, fruit "wands" and a scone (since it was supposed to be a tea party)&lt;br /&gt;And of course, my favorite part was the cake.  I loved it, it was a strawberry cake so when we cut into it was pink.  It seemed to be a big hit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-3867888080344774107?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3867888080344774107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=3867888080344774107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3867888080344774107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3867888080344774107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2010/02/princess-party.html' title='Princess Party'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/S4HnJCy6mqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/OPHuxBK8FKk/s72-c/101_0893.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-2028116135786994268</id><published>2010-02-14T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:56:50.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickness</title><content type='html'>We were sick again this week, RIDICULOUS!!  Reagan and I got the stomach flu this last week.  Luckily it seemed to only be a hour bug, so we recovered quickly, but still.  At least one of us has been sick since January, and most of the time it is a couple of us at the same time.  I am losing my mind a little bit.  I feel like we have been cooped up in the house far too much and I have been overly irritable.  I know that I have been, but I can't seem to stop none the less.  Luckily hubby and I went out on Friday night for Valentines Day and I got a little bit of a break, and that helped tremendously. &lt;br /&gt;So, we all seem to be healthy at least for the time being.  I am hoping that we have all used up our sick days for the year.  Reagan is starting dance class again this week and we are headed back to preschool, so I am hoping that we can get back into a routine and we can all start getting along again.  I am also going to the dentist for the first time in about  4 1/2 years (I know, I know) &lt;br /&gt;Big Week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-2028116135786994268?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/2028116135786994268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=2028116135786994268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/2028116135786994268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/2028116135786994268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2010/02/sickness.html' title='Sickness'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-8590653682283859851</id><published>2010-01-31T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T07:03:05.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Saddle</title><content type='html'>I am back in the saddle today.  It took me awhile, but I am on the ball.  I have cleaned the house (mostly) I have made a meal plan for the next 2 weeks, and let me tell you we will be eating good this week.  I am also baking a ton, cause that's what I do.&lt;br /&gt;I also bought paint to paint our bedroom, finally.  It took a long time to finally make a decision, but we finally did.  Now I have to actually paint, which is a challenge with 2 little ones.  I will have to wait until Patrick is home so that there is someone to keep them out of the paint. &lt;br /&gt;I will post pics soon of the completion, and also of Reagan's party&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-8590653682283859851?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8590653682283859851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=8590653682283859851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8590653682283859851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8590653682283859851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-in-saddle.html' title='Back in the Saddle'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-3297353054709234116</id><published>2010-01-29T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:27:21.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January</title><content type='html'>Holy cow, I am very glad that January is almost over, it has been rough.  Lets start with the first week, both of the girls got pneumonia and double ear infections.  It was a miserable time at our house.  When they recovered, and started sleeping again, my grandmother died.  It was sad, but we all know that she is in a much better place, and she had not been well for a very long time.  In fact, she had not gotten out of bed since September.  She lived here, so my whole family was in town.  It was nice to see them, but it was very hectic and tiring.  Everyone (including me and Patrick) ended up getting sick.  My sister and her baby, My whole family, and my dad and his wife, all ended up with a cold from hell.  I have not been sick in a long time and this one knocked me on my ass!!  I am just starting to feel human again today.  Also during all this we had Reagan's birthday party (which was a raging success and I will post all the info about that soon)&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that January is almost over and here's to hoping that February is better and much healthier!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-3297353054709234116?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3297353054709234116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=3297353054709234116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3297353054709234116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3297353054709234116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2010/01/january.html' title='January'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-6548933402160561014</id><published>2010-01-12T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:52:27.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan is 4!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/S0zg-CxDo_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/M3eDrhbU1rU/s1600-h/101_0855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/S0zg-CxDo_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/M3eDrhbU1rU/s320/101_0855.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425959007573746674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my sweet Reagan's 4th Birthday!!  I can hardly believe it has been 4 years.  Sometimes I can't believe she has been with us that long, and other times, I can't remember what life was like before her.  She has turned into a sweet (most of the time) independent, beautiful girl that surprises me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;We are having a princess party for her on Saturday and she is super excited.  I am cutting and pasting and baking all kinds of stuff in preparation.  I will post pictures of the festivities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-6548933402160561014?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/6548933402160561014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=6548933402160561014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/6548933402160561014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/6548933402160561014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2010/01/reagan-is-4.html' title='Reagan is 4!!!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/S0zg-CxDo_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/M3eDrhbU1rU/s72-c/101_0855.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-3546763224934504375</id><published>2010-01-07T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:41:02.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Kiddos</title><content type='html'>My domestic aspirations have gone by the wayside because both of my kids are super sick.  This is the sickest they have ever been.  It started with Morgan she had a cold with a high fever that kept going going and I took her in on Monday and she had pneumonia and a double ear infection.  I felt awful, no wonder she was so miserable.  All she wanted to do was lay on me, and that is not normal for her.  So we went in on Monday and I had them check Reagan too, Reagan was clear they said, but bring her back if she gets worse.  So we went home and started antibiotics and Morgan was better within 24 hours.  Not back to normal but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; better, and Reagan got worse.  So on Wednesday we went back, and Reagan had the same thing!  Reagan has always been so healthy, I was surprised.  Now Reagan has been on antibiotics for 24 hours and she is starting to come out of it.  Hopefully soon, everyone will sleep through the night again so I can get some sleep. &lt;br /&gt;This whole thing also made me think, those of you out there who have more than 2 kids, how do you do it when everyone is sick at the same time.  I had 2 kids on my lap almost constantly for about 3 days, and I was wondering if I had a 3rd, where would I put them.  I am sure that I would figure it out, we always do, but still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-3546763224934504375?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3546763224934504375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=3546763224934504375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3546763224934504375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3546763224934504375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2010/01/sick-kiddos.html' title='Sick Kiddos'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-8286211595219496591</id><published>2010-01-03T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:32:11.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Domestic Goddess</title><content type='html'>One of the things that I am going to focus on the new year are embracing my domesticity.  I love to cook and bake and I am going to share more of that in my blog.  I am a (mostly) self taught cook, and I would love to inspire someone else to cook also.  I love to try new recipes and search out new things to create.  I also think it is important to sit down as a family at night to a dinner, and I strive to accomplish most nights.  It proves difficult sometimes with 2 little ones, but none the less, it is good to have a goal&lt;br /&gt;I also am embracing my love of party planning, starting with Reagan's 4th Birthday, which will be a princess party.  We are also doing some home improvements this year, so I will keep you all in the loop as far as those are concerned.  We are going to landscape the backyard starting next month, and after it is completed we will have a party to show it all off.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you all have a fantastic upcoming year full of hope and love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-8286211595219496591?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8286211595219496591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=8286211595219496591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8286211595219496591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8286211595219496591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2010/01/domestic-goddess.html' title='Domestic Goddess'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-3012256194475823236</id><published>2009-12-09T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:37:33.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie and Julia</title><content type='html'>I watched Julie and Julia last night and I loved it.  I love the fact that they showed 2 happy marriages, and no one was cheating, and no one was getting divorced.  Hollywood just doesn't show things like that anymore, and it makes me sad.  They weren't perfect, but they were in love so they tried and they fought, but they made up.&lt;br /&gt;It also inspired me to cook.  I enjoy cooking most of the time.  But watching that movie really made me want to make new things and embrace all the good fresh foods that are out there.  It made me hungry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS This is my 100th post, and I think that blogging etiquette says I should do something exciting, but I didn't have time for that so this is all you get today, I will do something more exciting soon.  I'm not sure anybody reads this anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-3012256194475823236?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3012256194475823236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=3012256194475823236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3012256194475823236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3012256194475823236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/12/julie-and-julia.html' title='Julie and Julia'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-1324177373102313276</id><published>2009-11-23T11:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:40:37.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I feel more and more like Thanksgiving is the forgotten holiday.  It seems like Christmas decorations are coming out earlier and earlier.  I LOVE Thanksgiving, and I feel bad that it has gotten the shaft.  I love the food, and I love that Thanksgiving is centered around the food.  How many holidays can you say that.  I also love the fact that I can use it to teach my kids about being thankful and appreciative for everything that we have.  My dad and his wife actually have started volunteering every year at a homeless shelter, they take my little brother also, he is 7.  I think that is a great idea.  I am glad that we are able to provide for our children, but I also want them to grow up and realize that they have it pretty good.  I don't want them to feel entitled, and I want them to realize that we should be thankful to God for all he has provided us!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-1324177373102313276?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/1324177373102313276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=1324177373102313276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/1324177373102313276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/1324177373102313276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/ode-to-thanksgiving.html' title='Ode to Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-8837429652492455010</id><published>2009-11-17T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:22:15.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Realization</title><content type='html'>I went to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; party this last weekend.  It was for a friend, who I honestly consider a little sister.  She is 21 and she is getting married in December.  The party was in Oceanside, CA and I was super excited because I left the girls at home all weekend with the hubby.  It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me on Saturday night as I watched a group of 21 year old girls getting ready to go out, that I wouldn't give anything to be 21 again.  I go through phases where I long for the days when we were younger and life was easier, but after this weekend, I realized that life is pretty good right now.  I have a confidence that I never had as a 21 year old, really until recently.  It was like an AHA moment, made me appreciate all the wonderful things in my life right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-8837429652492455010?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8837429652492455010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=8837429652492455010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8837429652492455010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8837429652492455010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-realization.html' title='New Realization'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-119605613024055702</id><published>2009-11-10T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:25:40.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dyson Love!</title><content type='html'>For the last couple of years my hubby and I have debated getting a Dyson or not.  They are REALLY expensive, but everyone that has one LOVES them, and they have a 5 year warranty.  We are kind of hard on vacuums, we have had 2 in the last 2 years that have both died.  When the last one died last week, I said why the heck not.  By the time we bought another one, we would have probably spent close to the same amount as a Dyson anyhow.  So I started researching.  I found one on Ebay that was factory refurbished, so instead of the 5 year warranty, it only had a 3 year warranty.  But, it $250.00 less than the same vacuum brand new.  So we took the plunge.  We got it today, and I gotta say, it was worth the money.  It would have been worth the money if we had paid full price.  The question will be if it lasts.  With the dog hair and 2 messy girls, it has it's work cut out for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-119605613024055702?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/119605613024055702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=119605613024055702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/119605613024055702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/119605613024055702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/dyson-love.html' title='Dyson Love!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-3292222242474096938</id><published>2009-11-07T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T06:54:33.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Dilemna</title><content type='html'>Last year we decided that each year our girls would only get 3 gifts from us.  It is important to us that they understand what Christmas is really about, so we decided to limit it.  We can go crazy on their birthdays if we decide to, but we limited Christmas.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;problem this year is that there are a ton of things that I want to get Reagan and I have no idea what to get Morgan.  Reagan has always been into princesses, and because of that we steered away from that with Morgan because that was Reagan's thing.  But Morgan doesn't really have a "thing"  so now I struggle with what her thing should be. &lt;br /&gt;I wonder parents out there who have 2 children that are the same sex, what do you do??  Morgan plays with Reagan's toys, but truthfully, she would play with anything at this point I think.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-3292222242474096938?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3292222242474096938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=3292222242474096938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3292222242474096938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3292222242474096938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-dilemna.html' title='Christmas Dilemna'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-6137262070530012403</id><published>2009-11-01T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:34:52.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/Su5FPw1vARI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7dQ-OND_ESs/s1600-h/101_0751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/Su5FPw1vARI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7dQ-OND_ESs/s320/101_0751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399329140374438162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my beautiful girls on Halloween.  Reagan was a mermaid and Morgan was a ladybug and I thought they were adorable.  They both had a ton of fun, they needed the whole next day to recover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-6137262070530012403?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/6137262070530012403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=6137262070530012403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/6137262070530012403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/6137262070530012403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/Su5FPw1vARI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7dQ-OND_ESs/s72-c/101_0751.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-5960162430634192459</id><published>2009-11-01T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:14:05.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/Su5AOWLbe_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/fDBl0XVKOnA/s1600-h/101_0736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/Su5AOWLbe_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/fDBl0XVKOnA/s320/101_0736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399323618479668210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been really enjoying the fall weather.  We have been doing lots of fun things to celebrate the season.  We also made a trip to NM to visit my in-laws and we took the girls to the pumpkin patch.  Here are a few pictures from that trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/Su4-r68zhrI/AAAAAAAAAJU/S8u0DZmdpvQ/s1600-h/101_0731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/Su4-r68zhrI/AAAAAAAAAJU/S8u0DZmdpvQ/s320/101_0731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399321927543391922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-5960162430634192459?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/5960162430634192459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=5960162430634192459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/5960162430634192459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/5960162430634192459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-fun.html' title='Fall Fun'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/Su5AOWLbe_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/fDBl0XVKOnA/s72-c/101_0736.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-4052402760187019716</id><published>2009-10-14T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:12:18.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of different things on my mind, so this will be a little all over the place.  I can't seem to get all the things done lately that I think should be done.  I need to visit my grandparents, and I need to go to the gym and I need to grocery store.  But I cannot get all of those things before I need to come home and feed the girls lunch and put them down for a nap.  And then tonight we have our neighborhood group, so we need to have dinner ready when Patrick gets home from work so we can get there in time.  So honestly, instead of blogging about all of this I should be trying to get out the door, but alas, I am still blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I am also all about cakes right now.  I am looking into taking some new classes and I am going to start making a ton of cakes to take pictures of to put on my new website.  That's right, I am going to have an actual website.  My friend Corey is creating it for me, so stay tuned for new developments.  And if you need a cake, please let me know!! &lt;br /&gt;In my last post I talked about the wonderful weather we were having, well I think that I cursed it.  It is supposed to be 100 on Saturday!  Are you freaking kidding me, it is the middle of October??  Oh well, what can I do about it, besides complain.  I went yesterday to buy the girls some new clothes and I couldn't find anything that wasn't long sleeved.  It is really hard for me to buy things for the kids that is long sleeved when it is 95 degrees outside.&lt;br /&gt;AHHH, that feels better, thanks for reading all my random thoughts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-4052402760187019716?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/4052402760187019716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=4052402760187019716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/4052402760187019716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/4052402760187019716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/10/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-7486388643250225317</id><published>2009-10-10T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T19:37:17.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FALL</title><content type='html'>I am way into Fall this year.  I don't remember being like this in the past, but I am all about it this year.  It is probably partially because summer DRAGGED this year.  It was hot until about a week ago.  Now it has cooled off and I am loving it.  I am excited about the weather and the food, the holidays and the colors, all of it.  In the past I have not really cared about Fall, it was definitely not my favorite season.  I want to take the girls to the pumpkin patch and make jack-o-lanterns.   I can't wait till Thanksgiving and Halloween. &lt;br /&gt;Good Times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-7486388643250225317?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/7486388643250225317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=7486388643250225317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/7486388643250225317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/7486388643250225317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall.html' title='FALL'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-3446326262437575328</id><published>2009-09-14T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T10:09:41.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIY Network</title><content type='html'>I have been sucked into the DIY network.  We have never been DIY kind of people, we just have no desire to do it.  Because of the economy we have realized that we will not be able to sell this house anytime soon.  We have always planned on selling this house and buying something bigger, but now that is not going to happen we have decided to do some things to the house to make it the way we want it, since we are going to be here for the forseeable future.  The problem with the DIY network is that they make it look so easy.  Now we are on a kick and there is a ton of things we want to do to the house.  I am sure we cannot afford to do all of them right now, but we are definitely going to do a few.  And then we started looking around the house and talked about doing things that we never even considered.  We are out of control!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-3446326262437575328?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3446326262437575328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=3446326262437575328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3446326262437575328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3446326262437575328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/09/diy-network.html' title='DIY Network'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-7195388702885283477</id><published>2009-09-09T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:29:23.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of Pre-School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SqhkbvDYn6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/-PXAX-i5lkk/s1600-h/101_0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379660182543966114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SqhkbvDYn6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/-PXAX-i5lkk/s320/101_0715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reagan started preschool yesterday! It was a bog day. She was not scared at all, she walked right in and didn't look back at me at all. I had wanted to take a picture of her with her teacher, but she didn't wait long enough. By the time I got done signing her in, she was already in the classroom playing with the other kids, so I just let her play. I am very proud of her, next week I start aiding in her classroom every other week. It will be fun to see what she is doing and how she plays with the other kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-7195388702885283477?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/7195388702885283477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=7195388702885283477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/7195388702885283477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/7195388702885283477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-day-of-pre-school.html' title='1st Day of Pre-School'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SqhkbvDYn6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/-PXAX-i5lkk/s72-c/101_0715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-2600071085752630225</id><published>2009-09-07T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:01:01.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE Cake!!</title><content type='html'>I haven't done a cake in a while, so in an effort to get my name out there, I want to do some free ones. All you have to do is put a comment on my page and I will contact you.  I will make you a fabulous custom cake for your next event. &lt;br /&gt;All I ask of you is to tell all your friends where you got it and how wonderful you think I am!! I will also give you some cards to pass out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-2600071085752630225?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/2600071085752630225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=2600071085752630225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/2600071085752630225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/2600071085752630225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/09/free-cake.html' title='FREE Cake!!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-865216945766363232</id><published>2009-08-24T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:54:40.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>I usually just rant and rave about my frustrations on here, but today I thought I would talk about how proud I am of my kids. They are both growing and learning and they make me happy. Not that everyday is perfect, but all in all I have pretty great kids.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan is very loving and tells me all the time that she loves me. And when I am not here (which is not very often) she tell me how much she misses me. And Morgan is at that age where she is learning so much and she is amazed by so many things. She is very cuddly and lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;I would love to post a cute picture of my sweet girls here, but our computer died and I am still trying to figure out  how to get all the pictures off the computer.  So let this be a lesson to you, back everything up often!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-865216945766363232?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/865216945766363232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=865216945766363232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/865216945766363232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/865216945766363232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-day.html' title='Good Day'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-3341030565185055354</id><published>2009-08-20T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:47:52.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts for Thursday</title><content type='html'>I feel like we have finally had a breakthrough with Reagan and the potty.  She has been doing really well during the day, but she still was pooping in her pull up at nap time.  So I stopped putting her in a pull up at nap time, and problem solved.  She comes out of her room and goes to the bathroom if she needs to and we have had no accidents.  She has also woken up dry for the last 2 mornings, so I am hoping that we are on our way to No Pull Ups!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our computer died last weekend and we bought a new laptop.  But we lost all of our pictures on that computer.  We had backed it all up last November, but everything else from then until now is trapped on the dead computer.  Not sure what we are going to do, I assume there is a way that we can get it all off, but it will probably cost a bunch of money so right now we are just complaing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-school starts soon and we are all very excited.  We are going to meet Reagan's new teacher on September 1, and then school starts on September 8.  I have to go next week for a training so that I can be an aide in the classroom.  My girls are growing so fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-3341030565185055354?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3341030565185055354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=3341030565185055354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3341030565185055354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3341030565185055354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-thoughts-for-thursday.html' title='Random Thoughts for Thursday'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-1376724170849404839</id><published>2009-08-06T15:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:50:56.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AUGH!</title><content type='html'>Is anyone else tired of all the screaming.  I feel like at least one of my kids is yelling all the time and I am about to lose my mind.  Morgan is at that age where she knows what she wants but can't quite communicate it, so if you get the wrong thing, she is devastated!  And Reagan is just a little snotty.  If I say something that she doesn't like, she starts screaming until I stop talking.  I told her today that if she does it again I am going to wash out her mouth with soap. &lt;br /&gt;AUGH!  I can't wait till pre-school starts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-1376724170849404839?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/1376724170849404839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=1376724170849404839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/1376724170849404839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/1376724170849404839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/08/augh.html' title='AUGH!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-9200657176221606623</id><published>2009-07-27T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:05:15.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakthrough</title><content type='html'>For the past few months I have finally started feeling like Reagan is REALLY potty trained.  I am not worried about accidents and I know that she will go when she has to, or if we are out and about she will tell me.  However, she still has not been pooping in the toilet.  She waited until she was in a pull up and nap time or bed time, but it was still getting irritating.  I know she knows what she is supposed to do, but she just doesn't.  And then when I had to clean her up, she would complain, and I would tell her if she would just go in the potty I wouldn't have to do this. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning she woke up with poop in her pull up and for some reason I had just had it.  All day I was trying to think about what the solution would be.  I don't think not putting her in a pull up was the answer because she occasionaly still pees when she falls asleep, and everything I have read says that is normal, and honeslty that doesn't really bother me at this point.  So when I put her down for a nap I told her she could not go poop in her pull up and that if she came out of her room when she had to go and went in the potty we would go swimming after nap time.  And she did it.  I have told her that many many times before and she has never done it, but for some reason it just clicked. &lt;br /&gt;I am hoping this means that we have turned a corner!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-9200657176221606623?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/9200657176221606623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=9200657176221606623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/9200657176221606623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/9200657176221606623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/07/breakthrough.html' title='Breakthrough'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-1638191354028539023</id><published>2009-07-22T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:49:02.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery Shopping Bargain Hunter</title><content type='html'>This is not usually something I would talk about it, but I am pretty proud of myself. I have never been the most efficient grocery shopper. I wasn't very good at making a list, and definitely not good at sticking to the list. But recently I have embraced the list and I am getting better. In an effort to save some money and make my life a little easier, I have started shopping for 2 weeks at a time. And it has been going great, and I think we are saving about $100 a month. We buy some of our meat at Costco, so yesterday I spent $150 for 2 weeks worth of groceries!!  I was super impressed, and that was the second time that I have been able to do that.  I sometimes have to pick up a few things like milk or juice that we run out of.  But for the most part I am saving about $100 a month.  This was mostly just to toot my own horn a little!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-1638191354028539023?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/1638191354028539023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=1638191354028539023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/1638191354028539023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/1638191354028539023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/07/grocery-shopping-bargain-hunter.html' title='Grocery Shopping Bargain Hunter'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-9119414339168573680</id><published>2009-06-29T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:40:47.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SkvJTgTrKQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WKQsWaXmzC4/s1600-h/101_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353593918987118850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SkvJTgTrKQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WKQsWaXmzC4/s320/101_0668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just had Morgan's 15 month checkup and she is growing like a weed. She is finally over 20 pounds and running around like crazy. She is not talking a lot, but she is working on it. She can definitely understand most of what we say and she is starting to try and mimick what we do quite a bit. She is very funny, and I think that she is going to be my climber. She also just got her first haircut. It was looking a little like a mullet, and not pretty, so we finally went to the kids place and had them clean it up. This is a picture of her new face that she makes all the time, it makes me and Patrick laugh every time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reagan is as sweet as ever..sometimes. Everyone told me that the threes were worse than the twos but I didn't believe them. They were right. She has an opinion about everything!! She knows what she wants and you cannot convince her otherwise. She can also be very lovi&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SkvJoQuxUTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/RN6oMeamUqo/s1600-h/101_0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353594275583054130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SkvJoQuxUTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/RN6oMeamUqo/s320/101_0630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ng, she tells me no less than 10 times a day that she loves me. And she always wants me to hug her, unless of course it is my idea, it has to be on her terms. She is taking swim lessons right now and I am hoping that they will help her be a little more confident in the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-9119414339168573680?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/9119414339168573680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=9119414339168573680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/9119414339168573680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/9119414339168573680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/06/kid-update.html' title='Kid Update'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SkvJTgTrKQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WKQsWaXmzC4/s72-c/101_0668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-7468933991102626749</id><published>2009-06-13T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T13:29:08.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SjQMAqBFDCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/M5jPFdvaSz4/s1600-h/101_0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346911863013968930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SjQMAqBFDCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/M5jPFdvaSz4/s320/101_0613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was Reagan's first dance recital. She did an awesome job, I could not have been prouder. Last week they had a dress rehearsal and it did not go so well, so I really did not have high hopes for the actual performance. I figured if she got up on the stage and looked cute, that was about all we could hope for. The day did not start out well, she didn't take a nap, so I was concerned that she might not make it through the whole show. But she did great. We had to check her into the backstage area and we couldn't pick her up until after the show was over. I was so nervous waiting for her to come out, and then she did and she looked adorable. Then she did the whole dance!! (At the dress rehearsal, she just stood there)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we picked her up I gave her some flowers and she was so excited! It was a success all around, however, now I am afraid we are in for a long (expensive) road at the dance studio! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-7468933991102626749?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/7468933991102626749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=7468933991102626749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/7468933991102626749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/7468933991102626749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/06/dancing-queen.html' title='Dancing Queen'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SjQMAqBFDCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/M5jPFdvaSz4/s72-c/101_0613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-1995978869173395068</id><published>2009-06-11T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T07:48:47.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SjEZJOi6TSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/gi-1V9W7wGQ/s1600-h/101_0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346081878979530018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SjEZJOi6TSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/gi-1V9W7wGQ/s320/101_0612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a lot of days that I feel like a bad mom lately. We really don't do much, and there is a very good reason. Whenever we go somewhere "fun" Like the park, the playland at McDonalds house. When it is time to leave my oldest daughter has the mother of all meltdowns! It is embaressing and ridiculous and I have no idea what to do about it. I have tried talking to her about it before we go in. I even give her a warning 5 minutes before we leave and she still flips out. And because of this it makes me not want to do these things. I feel bad a lot, like we are not doing enough, but then I remember the last time when I had to drag her out McDonalds kicking and screaming and everyone was staring at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am open to suggestions!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know when you look at this picture, how could that sweet girl do something like that, but believe me, it isn't pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, this is Reagan's costume for her dance recital that is on Friday night, should be hilarious!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-1995978869173395068?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/1995978869173395068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=1995978869173395068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/1995978869173395068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/1995978869173395068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-mom.html' title='Bad Mom'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SjEZJOi6TSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/gi-1V9W7wGQ/s72-c/101_0612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-4536744926911758214</id><published>2009-06-04T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:01:10.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the Minivan!!</title><content type='html'>I made the leap, I bought the minivan!!  And as I supected, I love it.  It is awesome.  There is so much room it feels cavernous, the kids seem so far away.  Probably because in my old car it felt like they were on top of me.  It has all kinds of neat gadgets and things I probably will never use, but it is still fun to have them.  So for those of you who are fighting the minivan, if you can get past the fact that it is a minivan, you will love it!!  The only time you won't want it is when you go clubbing!  Which I haven't done since sometime in 2005 so I am clear in that area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-4536744926911758214?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/4536744926911758214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=4536744926911758214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/4536744926911758214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/4536744926911758214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/06/ode-to-minivan.html' title='Ode to the Minivan!!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-475368467316649242</id><published>2009-06-02T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:42:53.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars</title><content type='html'>I want/need a new car.  Some would say it is a want, I would say a need.  When Reagan was born I drove a 1998 Toyota Corolla.  I really thought that since it had 4 doors I would be fine, but alas, that was one more thing that I did not understand about motherhood!!  I had to move the passenger seat so far forward that no one could sit in it.  So, we NEEDED a new car.  We bought a car that I didn't really want, but it was better than what we had, so I said okay.  And now 3 years later, I hate my car!!  It is way too small, if the stroller is in my car, I can't put anything else in.  And now we have a second car seat to contend with too.&lt;br /&gt;So the quesiton is, do I take the leap and get a minivan??  I always said I would never drive a minivan, but now, I see the benefits.  And everyone I know that has one LOVES them.  What to do, what to do?? I will let you know how this dilemna turns out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-475368467316649242?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/475368467316649242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=475368467316649242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/475368467316649242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/475368467316649242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/06/cars.html' title='Cars'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-3778051827104310076</id><published>2009-05-20T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:38:07.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer, AUGH!!</title><content type='html'>While I enjoy living in Phoenix, there are a few things I could do without.  I can live with the heat, I don't want to go walk 10 miles or anything, but I have learned to deal with it.  What I don't like however, is that everything shuts down.   All the activites that the kids do stops during the summer, when it is impossible to go play outside.  No fun!!  I am left with story hour and going swimming.  Which swimming is fun, except I still have 2 little ones that cannot swim alone.  So taking them swimming without my hubby is a lot of work. &lt;br /&gt;Today was Reagan's last day of "school."  Starting next year she will go to preschool 2 days a week and Morgan will go to Mom's Day Out once a week.  So that means I will have a whole 3 hours a week to myself.  I can hardly wait!!  Whatever will I do??  I am sure I will have no problems filing the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-3778051827104310076?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3778051827104310076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=3778051827104310076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3778051827104310076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3778051827104310076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-augh.html' title='Summer, AUGH!!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-1012669903065537820</id><published>2009-04-27T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:33:25.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation, Here I Come!!!</title><content type='html'>I have had the worst attitude lately!!  I know I do too, and that is even worse.  I see myself losing it with the kids but I can't help it.  I am frustrated and tired, and sick of fighting with a 3 year old.  I have never needed a vacation more than I do right now.  Luckily we are leaving tomorrow for a kid free vacation and I am super excited.  My in-laws are here to stay with the girls and I am getting packed as we speak.  Hopefully by this time tomorrow I will be on the beach with an umbrella drink in my hand!!!  &lt;br /&gt;I am also hoping this will be a time to rest and rejuvenate so that when I come home I will be able to be more patient and not scream at everyone at the drop of a hat.  I don't enjoy being this way, and I know I am being a little ridiculous, but yet, everyday I still lose it at least once a day. &lt;br /&gt;So Happy Vacation to me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-1012669903065537820?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/1012669903065537820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=1012669903065537820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/1012669903065537820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/1012669903065537820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/04/vacation-here-i-come.html' title='Vacation, Here I Come!!!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-7186333536077626270</id><published>2009-04-16T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:32:48.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>There has not been a lot going on lately, so here are a few random thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Morgan is NOT sleeping again.  I have let her cry for the last 3 nights and she has cried hard for at least an hour each time, and does not go back to sleep until I go in there.  Ridiculous.  I am not really sure what to do, but I am commited so we will try again tonight.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reagan suddenly has a really bad attitude.  She does not listen and she flips out every night when it is time for bed.  This is a new thing, she used to not be very happy about it, but she would still go upstairs and get ready for bed.  Now, we have to pick her up and carry her up the stairs.  Again, I am not really sure what to do except keep punishing her when she doesn't do wat she is told.  Which is a lot!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are leaving for our trip to Florida in less than 2 weeks and I am SOOOO EXCITED!!  The in-laws are coming to stay with the girls while we are gone and we are going from Tuesday to Sunday.  I hope that Morgan starts sleeping better before then or they may never come back!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-7186333536077626270?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/7186333536077626270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=7186333536077626270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/7186333536077626270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/7186333536077626270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/04/thursday-thoughts.html' title='Thursday Thoughts'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-4484092033585765328</id><published>2009-04-06T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:36:47.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Misery</title><content type='html'>My kids are miserable, in turn I am too.  Morgan has a cough that will not go away and for some reason it got worse last night.  It took forever for us to get her to go back to sleep, and now that she is weaned she will not take a bottle or a sippy cup from me which is a huge pain in the you know what!  And then Reagan woke up this morning congested and she is in a fabulous mood also.  It is a very happy day at the Darby household.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-4484092033585765328?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/4484092033585765328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=4484092033585765328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/4484092033585765328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/4484092033585765328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-misery.html' title='Monday Misery'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-3432753645523461376</id><published>2009-03-26T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:40:53.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby is 1!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SdTcdZkdzgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/nxHeFID4OH4/s1600-h/101_0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320119457469550082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SdTcdZkdzgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/nxHeFID4OH4/s320/101_0510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot believe that Morgan is 1 year old! It seems like she was just born. Maybe it is because I know that we are probably not going to have another baby, it makes me a little sad. Although she is so much fun, I miss my tiny baby. She is hilarious though. She is walking, she has been for over 2 months actually, a little ridiculous. She is doing more and more and discovering more everyday. It is a lot of fun. She seems (fingers crossed) to be finally sleeping through the night, after much convincing. She says "Uh Oh" all the time, it makes me laugh every time. She is also a cuddler, much more than Reagan was at this point. Her new favorite thing to do is spin around in a circle until she gets dizzy and falls down, very funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-3432753645523461376?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3432753645523461376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=3432753645523461376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3432753645523461376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3432753645523461376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-baby-is-1.html' title='My Baby is 1!!!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SdTcdZkdzgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/nxHeFID4OH4/s72-c/101_0510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-2756304493790830417</id><published>2009-03-24T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:40:11.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the Panini</title><content type='html'>I finally bought a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Panini&lt;/span&gt; press at Target yesterday.  I have been lusting after it for a long time, so I finally broke down and bought one yesterday.  I don't why I waited so long, it was only $35, but I am a little cheap about things like that.  So last night I made a turkey and bacon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;panini&lt;/span&gt; with provolone cheese and it was fabulous!!  So easy to use and it makes a crunchy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;melty,&lt;/span&gt; delightful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sandwich&lt;/span&gt;.  I have been researching and finding all kinds of recipes to try.  I am so excited.  It's the little things in life!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-2756304493790830417?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/2756304493790830417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=2756304493790830417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/2756304493790830417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/2756304493790830417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/03/ode-to-panini.html' title='Ode to the Panini'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-833020617706222209</id><published>2009-03-16T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:23:43.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sleep, AWWW!</title><content type='html'>It seems that my plan might actually have worked.  After 2 horrible nights of crying on both of our parts, Morgan slept has slept through the night for the last 2!! I think I might actually survive.  Hopefully we are turning a corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-833020617706222209?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/833020617706222209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=833020617706222209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/833020617706222209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/833020617706222209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweet-sleep-awww.html' title='Sweet Sleep, AWWW!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-4845760586395132062</id><published>2009-03-13T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:54:56.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Update!</title><content type='html'>Sleep Update, day 3.  I am feeling a little like a failure.  The first night, Morgan woke up at 10:00, which is ridiculous, she had only been asleep for 3 hours.  I let her cry until 11:30, and then I gave in and went in and nursed her.  She slept until 4:30 and woke up again, and she only cried for about 20 minutes.  I was feeling optimistic after that night.  It was not great, but I felt there was progress.&lt;br /&gt;Then last night Morgan woke up at 1:30 and I let her cry and she cried for 2 HOURS!!!  I finally gave in and went in there.  Maybe I should have just left her, I don't know, but I had been laying bed for 2 hours counting the minutes listening to her cry. &lt;br /&gt;I am not giving up though, I will continue, even if it kills, hopefully it won't!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-4845760586395132062?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/4845760586395132062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=4845760586395132062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/4845760586395132062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/4845760586395132062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleep-update.html' title='Sleep Update!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-8898403345691814692</id><published>2009-03-11T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:05:55.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Dilemna</title><content type='html'>I am at my wits end about what to do with Morgan and her sleeping, or lack of sleeping I should say.  Let me start out by saying that with Reagan I worked very hard to get her on a  schedule and sleeping through the night.  And when people would tell me that their kid did not sleep through the night until they were 2 or something crazy like that, I was very judgemental.  I thought they were just lazy and silly.  And now I think that God is punishing for being that way.  I did everything the same with Morgan.  I put her down when she was awake, I got her on a schedule at an early age, even earlier than Reagan.  She was even sleeping through the night when she was about 3 months old.  And then there was a switch, and she has not slept through the night since.  I have tried letting her cry it out, and she will cry for 2 hours sometimes.  It is only in the middle of the night.  She is a good napper, and when I put her down she very rarely cries.  But, she waked up every night without fail.  I tried having my husband go in there and rock her and calm her down, and she will for a little while, but then she gets mad again and I end up going in there and nursing her.  &lt;strong&gt;I KNOW&lt;/strong&gt; that an almost 1 year old does not need to eat in the middles of the night, but I do not know what else to do.  And the truth is I am so tired that when she cries in the middle of the night I know that if I go in there and feed her, she will go back to sleep and I can too. &lt;br /&gt;At this point I am going to do whatever needs to be done to get her to sleep.  I am going to let her cry at least an hour when she wakes up, it is going to be awful, but I do not know what else to do.  &lt;strong&gt;I am open to suggestions!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-8898403345691814692?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8898403345691814692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=8898403345691814692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8898403345691814692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8898403345691814692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleeping-dilemna.html' title='Sleeping Dilemna'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-8477920148904180838</id><published>2009-03-10T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:33:42.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a Car Again!!</title><content type='html'>I got my car back today!!!  The sun is shining a little brighter and the birds are singing a little louder.  No more rearranging everything because I do not have a car.  I no longer have to cram 15 errands into one day because I don't know when I will have a car again. &lt;br /&gt;Also, on another happy note.  I think that both of the kids are getting over the sickness that has infiltrated our house.  I seemed to have escaped unscathed, so hopefully that will continue. &lt;br /&gt;Reagan seems to be embracing the potty finally.  She hasn't had any accidents and she is even waking up dry sometimes and she is going #2 in the potty too. &lt;br /&gt;Next challnge is weaning Morgan and getting her to sleep through the night.  I have tried letting her cry and she just keeps crying, for like 2 hours.  So, I need a new approach, I am open to suggestions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-8477920148904180838?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8477920148904180838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=8477920148904180838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8477920148904180838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8477920148904180838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-car-again.html' title='I Have a Car Again!!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-8260524102765278734</id><published>2009-03-05T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:43:35.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>We just got back from "vacation" in Ohio where we were visiting my dad.  It was freaking cold!!  We were very happy to be home.  But I need a vacation to recover from my vacation.  Both of the kids are sick and there are piles of clothes everywhere!  I desperatley need to go grocery shopping which should be a blast with 2 sick kids.  And I still don't have a car.  Luckily my husband got a ride to work today so I can go to the store. &lt;br /&gt;I am a little cranky, I need an attitude adjustment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-8260524102765278734?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8260524102765278734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=8260524102765278734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8260524102765278734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8260524102765278734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-3159702466116028110</id><published>2009-02-17T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:17:10.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>A couple of random things that are going on at our house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we went to church and it was awesome.  The sermon was great and totally hit home.  When the service was over Patrick took the girls home and I stayed to work in the nursery.  On my way home I got in a car accident!  I am fine, but my car had to be towed, and luckily the cops said it was the other guys fault.  So, now I am waiting for his insurance to accept liability so that they will pay for my rental car.  I am going on 2 days of being stuck at home and I can only handle that for so long.  Hopefully I will hear from them today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan had the worst night EVER!  She woke several times in the middle of the night and for a while I couldn't figure out what the problem was so I was letting her cry, but after the 3rd time I realized that she has a cold and she could not breathe.  Poor little girl, she does not feel well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan has given up napping!  I was hoping that she would continue taking a nap for a while, but no such luck.  It makes the days drag, especially when I don't have a car to go somewhere to break it up a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-3159702466116028110?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3159702466116028110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=3159702466116028110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3159702466116028110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3159702466116028110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/02/tuesday-thoughts.html' title='Tuesday Thoughts'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-7781973998134550588</id><published>2009-02-13T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:14:02.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Us!</title><content type='html'>I thought that this was a good blog for Valentines Day!  This all about me and my hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Where did you meet?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot exactly recall, we were friends for a long time and actually when we met we were both seeing other people.  I am guessing it was at Coaches, a sports bar in Albuquerque that we both spent a lot of time at in college!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. How long did you date before you were married?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LONG time, 3 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. What does he do that surprises you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does laundry a lot with no prompting, he has been doing it a while but it still surprises me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. What is your favorite quality of his?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He commitement to me and the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. What is your favorite feature of his?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His laugh, and in turn his sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Does he have a nickname for you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really, sometimes babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. What is his favorite food?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. What is his favorite sport?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is very hard because he likes ALL sports.  I would say golf is his favorite to play and football to watch, but he also love baseball and hockey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. When and where was your first kiss?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his car, before our first date, I think that is why we had a first date.  I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. What do you like to do together?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch movies, go out to eat, go shopping, we are pretty easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. Do you have any children?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan 3, and Morgan 10 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. Does he have a hidden talent?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a fantastic dancer, hilarious, some of you have seen it, awesome.  It usually comes out at weddings and Christmas parties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. Who said "I love you" first?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, but only because he was a big chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;14. What is his favorite type of music?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He listens to everything, I laugh at his CD's because they will go from Kanye to Frank Sinatra, he has no concern about genre, he puts them all on a CD together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;15. What do you admire most about him?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His work ethic and loyalty, he works hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;16. Do you think he will read this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not, he doesn't check it very often (but if you are, I love you Patrick, you are the best!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-7781973998134550588?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/7781973998134550588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=7781973998134550588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/7781973998134550588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/7781973998134550588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-about-us.html' title='All About Us!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-487636831567651712</id><published>2009-02-04T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:28:02.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously, You've Got to be Kidding!</title><content type='html'>I stole this article from someone elses blog and I had to put it on my blog because it was shocking and hilarious!!  This was actually in a paper in Tacoma, WA.  Seriously, if this person had said these things to me I would have had to punch her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My best friend has a child. Her: Exhausted, busy, no time for self, no time for me, etc. Me (no kids): Wow. Sorry. What'd you do today? Her: Park, play group . . .OK. I've done Internet searches; I've talked to parents. I don't get it. What do stay-at-home moms do all day? Please, no lists of library, grocery store, dry cleaners. . . . I do all those things, too, and I don't do them every day. I guess what I'm asking is: What is a typical day, and why don't moms have time for a call or e-mail?I work and am away from home nine hours a day (plus a few late work events), and I manage to get it all done. I'm feeling like the kid is an excuse to relax and enjoy — not a bad thing at all — but if so, why won't my friend tell me the truth?Is this a contest ("My life is so much harder than yours")? What's the deal? I've got friends with and without kids, and all us child-free folks get the same story and have the same questions."— Tacoma, Wash.&lt;br /&gt;"Relax and enjoy. You're funny.Or you're lying about having friends with kids.Or you're taking them at their word that they actually have kids, because you haven't personally been in the same room with them.Internet searches?I keep wavering between giving you a straight answer and giving my forehead some keyboard. To claim you want to understand — while in the same breath implying that the only logical conclusions are that your mom friends are either lying or competing with you — is disingenuous indeed.So, since it's validation you seem to want, the real answer is what you get. In list form. When you have young kids, your typical day is: constant attention, from getting them out of bed, fed, clean, dressed; to keeping them out of harm's way; to answering their coos, cries and questions; to having two arms and carrying one kid, one set of car keys and supplies for even the quickest trips, including the latest-to-be-declared-essential piece of molded plastic gear; to keeping them from unshelving books at the library; to enforcing rest times; to staying one step ahead of them lest they get too hungry, tired or bored, any one of which produces the kind of checkout-line screaming that gets the checkout line shaking its head.It's needing 45 minutes to do what takes others 15.It's constant vigilance, constant touch, constant use of your voice, constant relegation of your needs to the second tier.It's constant scrutiny and second-guessing from family members and friends, well-meaning and otherwise. It's resisting the constant temptation to seek short-term relief at everyone's long-term expense.It's doing all this while concurrently teaching virtually everything — language, manners, safety, resourcefulness, discipline, curiosity, creativity, empathy. Everything.It's also a choice, yes. And a joy. But if you spent all day, every day, with this brand of joy — and then when you got your first 10 minutes to yourself, you wanted to be alone with your thoughts instead of calling a good friend — a good friend wouldn't judge you, complain about you to mutual friends or marvel at how much more productively she uses her time.Either make a sincere effort to understand, or keep your snit to yourself."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-487636831567651712?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/487636831567651712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=487636831567651712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/487636831567651712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/487636831567651712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/02/seriously-youve-got-to-be-kidding.html' title='Seriously, You&apos;ve Got to be Kidding!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-8101565687542516314</id><published>2009-02-03T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:13:00.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty update</title><content type='html'>We are headed in the right direction.  After much convincing and bribery, Reagan is going in the potty.  She has not had an accident since Thursday and she even woke up this morning with a dry pull-up!  Success!&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I could only get her to do #2 in the potty.  HMMM, we will see, I have a plan we will see if it works&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-8101565687542516314?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8101565687542516314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=8101565687542516314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8101565687542516314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8101565687542516314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/02/potty-update.html' title='Potty update'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-1554969558370529728</id><published>2009-01-30T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:16:09.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you Cannot say with a 3 Year Old!</title><content type='html'>When Reagan turned 2 and started talking, we learned that we had to start watching what we say since she now repeats EVERYTHING!  I thought that this would be harder for my husband since he talks to truck drivers all day and has a bit of a potty mouth.  However, little things that I say, that I thought were harmless, turns out are not.  I have been a fan of telling Patrick that I was going to punch him the throat.  I, of course, am not going to punch him the throat, but it made me laugh none the less.  It occasionally made him laugh as well.   So, I was talking to him on the phone the other day, and he said something not so nice, and I told him that I was going to punch him the throat.  And Reagan piped up and said that "Mommy, you shouldn't punch people!"  I stared at her, and finally said "you're right baby, we shouldn't punch people." &lt;br /&gt;Watch what you say, it can come back and bite you in the you know what!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-1554969558370529728?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/1554969558370529728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=1554969558370529728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/1554969558370529728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/1554969558370529728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-you-cannot-say-with-3-year-old.html' title='Things you Cannot say with a 3 Year Old!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-9102671943879167508</id><published>2009-01-26T12:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:29:34.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>This blog will have no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coherent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; purpose, other than to share some random thoughts that are floating around in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, between my husband (who snores), my dog (who wants to sleep between my legs), and my kids, I think that they are trying to kill me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just had a wonderful trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Albuquerque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to visit old friends. It was very nice and we had a good time. But it always makes me a little sad when we leave because I think that I will always think of Albuquerque as home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reagan still does not want to be potty trained. When I ask her, she yells "I DO NOT WANT TO GO PEE PEE IN THE POTTY!" Very pleasant, especially when we are in public.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am stuck at home today because my husband left this morning with the babies car seat! Blah, I hate it. My sister and her husband only have 1 car and she is at home all day everyday, and I don't know how she does it, I think that I would lose my mind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Patrick and I are going to Florida for a week in May, are you ready for this, without the children! I can hardly believe it. I am so excited and I cannot wait. however, it does mean that I have to give up solid food since I am going to have to put on a bathing suit in front of other people. Patrick's parents are coming to stay with the little ones, it should be an adventure for everyone. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am bored! All I do is chase the kids around all the time. I can't tell you the last time I did something without kids. I need to find something for me. Not sure yet what that will be, but I am open to suggestions. I waned to join Junior League, but they meet in Paradise Valley, which is a little ridiculous. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that is my thoughts of the day, hope you all have a wonderful day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-9102671943879167508?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/9102671943879167508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=9102671943879167508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/9102671943879167508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/9102671943879167508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-3984687635458047545</id><published>2009-01-11T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:00:00.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SWq_IwKXlRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/N-ZsgwWFEKY/s1600-h/101_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290250869388317970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SWq_IwKXlRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/N-ZsgwWFEKY/s320/101_0374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some pictures from our trip to the Zoo today. Reagan is going to be 3 tomorrow so we took a family trip to the zoo because Patrick will be out of town tomorrow. Reagan had a great time and she said the giraffe was her favorite. And when we came home, her pull-up was dry, so we are headed in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SWq__Pf9TXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bq1gexUsS5o/s1600-h/101_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290251805513305458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SWq__Pf9TXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bq1gexUsS5o/s320/101_0377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SWq_qvaQCuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hKR2DTeYVV8/s1600-h/101_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290251453302049506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SWq_qvaQCuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hKR2DTeYVV8/s320/101_0380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-3984687635458047545?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3984687635458047545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=3984687635458047545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3984687635458047545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3984687635458047545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/01/trip-to-zoo.html' title='Trip to the Zoo'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SWq_IwKXlRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/N-ZsgwWFEKY/s72-c/101_0374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-6303334230818612626</id><published>2009-01-10T11:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:18:44.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Success</title><content type='html'>We finally had some potty training success.  She FINALLY went in the potty.&lt;br /&gt;I now feel like there might be some hope.  I realize that it is still a battle, but I at least feel that it might be possible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-6303334230818612626?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/6303334230818612626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=6303334230818612626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/6303334230818612626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/6303334230818612626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/01/success.html' title='Success'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-4492876703471817545</id><published>2009-01-08T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:32:15.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training Update</title><content type='html'>So the first morning of potty training was a complete failure.  We had 2 accidents and a meltdown.  I feel like a failure.  I feel as though the first real challnge that I have faced and I am not succeeding at all!  My daughter will be 3 on Monday and she has never gone in the toilet.  She will sit on it, but she has never actually gone.  My dad said that she is manipulating me and I should still make her sit in there, even after the melt down.  I of course, at that point, put her back in a diaper.  I know that she is manipulating me and that she knows if she throws a fit, I will give in.  But does forcing her make it better or worse.&lt;br /&gt;Help, Please!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-4492876703471817545?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/4492876703471817545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=4492876703471817545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/4492876703471817545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/4492876703471817545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/01/potty-training-update.html' title='Potty Training Update'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-2052870928880391737</id><published>2009-01-07T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:42:43.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Checkups</title><content type='html'>Both of the girls had their checkups yesterday. Reagan had her 3 year checkup and Morgan had her 9 month. They are both getting so big. I cannot believe that Reagan is going to be 3 on Monday. The pediatrician talked to Reagan about "going pee pee in the potty" since I have had no success. So starting tomorrow, when we are home, Reagan is going to wear big girl underwear. And when she makes a mess she will have to help me clean it up. So wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;And little miss Morgan has boycotted sleeping. Starting tonight when she wakes up in the middle of the night, I will not go in there. Which is going to be awful, but this is getting ridiculous. She is 9 months old and she is waking up 2-3 times a night. Needless to say I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;We have some big tasks to tackle, but I have faith!  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-2052870928880391737?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/2052870928880391737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=2052870928880391737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/2052870928880391737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/2052870928880391737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2009/01/checkups.html' title='Checkups'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-4025138666038628089</id><published>2008-12-29T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:02:07.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Hangover</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful Christmas with our family in New Mexico, we even had a white Christmas.  It was lots of fun!!  Reagan got to play in the snow and this year for the first time, she was really excited about Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;Now we are home and there is stuff EVERYWHERE!  The girls got so many toys and I have no idea where to put them all, they are taking over the house.  And we seemed to aquire more Christmas decorations this year also.  So the tidy little tubs that they all fit in before Christmas are overflowing.  AUGH!!!  Today I start the daunting task of un-Christmasing the house.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-4025138666038628089?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/4025138666038628089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=4025138666038628089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/4025138666038628089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/4025138666038628089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-hangover.html' title='Christmas Hangover'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-7510308773824591360</id><published>2008-12-17T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T11:50:38.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions, decisions, decisions!!!</title><content type='html'>It turns out that I am completely incapable of making a decision! I decided that for Christmas I wanted a new pair of boots. I was going to pick them out and put them under the tree, because we all know what would happen if I let my husband pick out a pair of shoes. So I have been fervently shopping for the perfect pair.  I have been to no less than 15 shoe stores in the last 2 weeks.  And I could not make a decision.  The problem is I usually do not spend a lot of money on things for myself.  So, it is no big deal if I don't LOVE a pair of shoes or a $10 T-shirt.  Because who cares if I only wear it for a couple of months and then never wear it again, because I only spent $10.  But I wanted to get a really nice pair of boots, and I was going to spend good money, so I was having trouble comitting!!!   &lt;br /&gt;I finally broke down and bought a pair, and I am very excited.  I had to order them because I have giant feet, but they will be here before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY made a decision, hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-7510308773824591360?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/7510308773824591360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=7510308773824591360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/7510308773824591360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/7510308773824591360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/12/decisions-decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, decisions, decisions!!!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-456790634734505940</id><published>2008-12-05T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:56:04.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/STnokj4cErI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TTrbMtDnIdY/s1600-h/101_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276504153246143154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/STnokj4cErI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TTrbMtDnIdY/s320/101_0281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a quick update on my little ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reagan continues to be a thorn in my side! :) But she can also be super sweet, it just depends on the day and if she got enough sleep on that day. Her imagination continues to amaze me daily. She says the funniest things, and I often wonder where she heard them. She loves her baby sister, most of the time. Although we are working on sharing still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morgan is MOBILE! The girl is moving. She is also standing up. She pulls herself up and then lets go and stands there for a little while until she decides to move. It makes me a little sad that my baby is growing up so fast. Probably because I know that I am not having another one, but I just want her to slow down a little. With Reagan I was so excited when she started walking, but I don't want Morgan to walk yet. She is still lots of fun. She has started trying to kiss, it is a slobbery mess, but still sweet. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/STnpeimVp6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/7FKTg_p949g/s1600-h/101_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276505149334202274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/STnpeimVp6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/7FKTg_p949g/s320/101_0264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-456790634734505940?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/456790634734505940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=456790634734505940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/456790634734505940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/456790634734505940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/12/kid-update.html' title='Kid Update'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/STnokj4cErI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TTrbMtDnIdY/s72-c/101_0281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-8140883454159277738</id><published>2008-11-25T11:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:23:31.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving!!!</title><content type='html'>I LOVE THANKGIVING!! I love the food, the people, the football, I love it all. It is the only Holiday that is completely dedicated to food, what more could you ask for. And I think that we have a lot to be thankful for!!  I have a beautiful family and a nice home.  My sister and her husband and my nephew are coming to visit, which is always tons of fun!  Everyone is healthy and happy!  What more could I ask for.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving and that you eat lots and have a good time with your families!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-8140883454159277738?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8140883454159277738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=8140883454159277738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8140883454159277738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8140883454159277738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving!!!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-114645519554594623</id><published>2008-11-18T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:40:37.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Willis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SSMoNSuwA6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/4XA55t01Vkk/s1600-h/100_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270100197784945570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SSMoNSuwA6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/4XA55t01Vkk/s320/100_0156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our beagle boy Willis died this morning! It was pretty tragic and very sad. I watched it and there was nothing that I could do. So Willis has gone to doggie heaven and we will miss him greatly!&lt;br /&gt;Willis was my first baby, I got him when my husband and I first got married and we spent lots of time together. When we moved to LA and I was unemployed and very lonely, Willis was my companion. And when we had Reagan he was great with her. He let her crawl on him and hug him, and he just sat there. So, Willis my boy, you were the best dog and friend anyone could ask for and we will miss you terribly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-114645519554594623?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/114645519554594623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=114645519554594623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/114645519554594623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/114645519554594623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/11/farewell-willis.html' title='Farewell Willis!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SSMoNSuwA6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/4XA55t01Vkk/s72-c/100_0156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-275828507691000731</id><published>2008-11-17T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:31:56.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>This year I decided I was going to be ahead of the game.  I already have our Christmas picture done and the cards have already arrived.  I have at least a general idea of what I am going to get people, and I have even bought a few gifts.  I am very busy thinking of new Christmas traditions that our family will start doing every year.  I am sooo into the Christmas spirit this year!  Before we had kids, I enjoyed Christmas for sure, but not like this.  I am so excited!  My oldest daughter is old enough to really enjoy it this year.  And I want her to start to understand now, that Christmas is not all about presents.  I want her to understand the real meaning of Christmas!  When I think back to Christmas when I was kid I can only tell you very presents that I got, but the real memories are the traditions and the experiences that we had. &lt;br /&gt;Just a little thought to get you all excited about the upcoming season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-275828507691000731?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/275828507691000731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=275828507691000731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/275828507691000731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/275828507691000731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-3164283091538250512</id><published>2008-11-15T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T08:52:54.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night!!</title><content type='html'>My hubby and I are going on a date today!  YAY!  We are going to see a movie and go to dinner, and boy can I use the break.  I have had a rough week and I need an attitude adjustment.  I can see myself losing it with the girls, and I feel bad about it, however, it still happens.  So I think that a few hours with my hubby is just what I need!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-3164283091538250512?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3164283091538250512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=3164283091538250512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3164283091538250512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3164283091538250512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/11/date-night.html' title='Date Night!!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-1809442885806397226</id><published>2008-11-11T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:17:51.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEP!!</title><content type='html'>I am exhausted!!  Between Morgan not sleeping at night, and Reagan not napping, I am dying.  Is that possible??  Anyway, I am tired of being tired.  I hate being that mom that cannot wait until naptime, only to have Reagan not nap.  And she needs to nap, she is miserable too, but the kid will not sleep unless it is on her terms.  Then there is sweet little Morgan who is not sleeping through the night.  She is 7 months old and she should be sleeping, in my humble opinion.  But then when I go in there she is so happy to see me, I can't be mad. &lt;br /&gt;So, all that being said, it is 8:15 and I am going to bed and I am going to think happy thoughts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-1809442885806397226?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/1809442885806397226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=1809442885806397226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/1809442885806397226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/1809442885806397226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/11/sleep.html' title='SLEEP!!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-6992947493424856440</id><published>2008-11-06T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:02:28.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures of my girls from Halloween. Reagan really had fun trick or treating this year. Every morning she wakes up and asks if she can have some Halloween treats. Reagan was a princess and Morgan was a duck. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265590933606467362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SRMjDkohhyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/rUKv354YdTI/s320/101_0258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-6992947493424856440?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/6992947493424856440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=6992947493424856440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/6992947493424856440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/6992947493424856440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SRMjDkohhyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/rUKv354YdTI/s72-c/101_0258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-3094044648580755671</id><published>2008-11-02T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:37:57.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible 2's</title><content type='html'>I think that God sent my 2 year old here to test me.  She is on a tear and I am at the end of my rope.  I am frustrated and tired all the time.  I feel like I fight with her all day!!  She just pushes to see how far she can push.  And I know that my husband feels like I let her get away with too much, but at some point I feel like I have to pick my battles.  AUGH!!  I am hoping that when she turns 3 this will get better.   She has the ability to be the sweetest and most loving little girl, and then sometimes I think that she is possesed by the devil himself!&lt;br /&gt;God give me strength and patience so that we both survive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-3094044648580755671?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3094044648580755671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=3094044648580755671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3094044648580755671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3094044648580755671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/11/terrible-2s.html' title='Terrible 2&apos;s'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-8441282597275246752</id><published>2008-11-01T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T09:30:00.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Please see my new blog, it will be all about cakes, so check back often.  I will keep this one and it will still be dedicated to my family.  Hope you enjoy!  &lt;a href="http://cakeobsession.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cakeobsession.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-8441282597275246752?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8441282597275246752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=8441282597275246752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8441282597275246752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8441282597275246752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-6374913673280964007</id><published>2008-10-30T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:10:12.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SQo-lTgKU5I/AAAAAAAAADg/gpwH6X2QgVg/s1600-h/101_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263087925147095954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SQo-lTgKU5I/AAAAAAAAADg/gpwH6X2QgVg/s320/101_0251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are a couple of new cakes that I made this week. I have been doing some new things and new recipes, lots of fun. The yellow one is a daisy cake. The daisys took me a while, but I like them, I think that they turned out well. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SQo-uC__NhI/AAAAAAAAADo/1X2G17mpe8E/s1600-h/101_0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263088075336005138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SQo-uC__NhI/AAAAAAAAADo/1X2G17mpe8E/s320/101_0252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd one I like to call Fall Foliage, although, Phoenix looks nothing like that in the Fall, I am not even sure what Fall is anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned, I am going to launch a blog dedicated to cakes. I will keep you posted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-6374913673280964007?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/6374913673280964007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=6374913673280964007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/6374913673280964007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/6374913673280964007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-cakes.html' title='More Cakes'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SQo-lTgKU5I/AAAAAAAAADg/gpwH6X2QgVg/s72-c/101_0251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-3082493792467450648</id><published>2008-10-25T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:15:42.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"30"</title><content type='html'>Today is my 30th Birthday and I expected to wake up with grey hair and a bad back, but none of that happened.  I have been dreading this day for the past year.  But today as I look at my life I realize that God has been good to me and that I have nothing to feel bad about.  I have 2 beautiful children and wonderful husband.  We have a nice home and good friends.  What more could a 30 year old ask for.  And besides, tonight when we were at dinner the waitress told me that 30 is the new 21!!  So right on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-3082493792467450648?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3082493792467450648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=3082493792467450648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3082493792467450648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3082493792467450648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/10/30.html' title='&quot;30&quot;'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-1453794905830693731</id><published>2008-10-24T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T08:21:07.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help</title><content type='html'>I am moving forward with the cake decorating business.  For a while it was just a dream, but I really think it is possible.  So, I am looking for someone to help me with creating a logo.  I have an idea of what I am looking for but I am not very computer savvy, so I need a graphic designer who can help me out.  Any of you out in blogger land who can help me create it, or know someone that is a graphic designer that you could pass along would be extrememly helpful.  I am eventually looking for someone who can also create me a website also, so if you have any guidance in that area also that would be helpful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-1453794905830693731?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/1453794905830693731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=1453794905830693731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/1453794905830693731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/1453794905830693731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/10/help.html' title='Help'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-7748695406438439539</id><published>2008-10-22T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:17:20.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Willis Update</title><content type='html'>Willis seems to be a little better.  We got some of the bloodwork back and his thyroid is low.  Which I'm not sure would cause seizures, but it would make him lazy and overweight and he is definitely both of those!  I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-7748695406438439539?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/7748695406438439539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=7748695406438439539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/7748695406438439539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/7748695406438439539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/10/willis-update.html' title='Willis Update'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-765403133684897324</id><published>2008-10-21T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T12:30:45.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs Dogs Dogs!</title><content type='html'>For those of you who are not dog owners you are going to think that this next post is silly.  But, we have 2 dogs.  We have had Willis since right after we got married, he is a beagle and he was our first baby.  He has moved all over the country with us and he is defintely part of the family.  While I definitely feel different about him after we had children, I still love him with all my heart.  I say all that first so that you understand my sadness.  There is definitely something wrong with Willis.  He started having these spells about 2 weeks ago, the vet says that they are seizures.  Other than that, he still seemed fine, he was eating and playing and all the normal things that a dog does.  Just every now and then he would flip out.  Last night however, we really thought that we had lost him.  He was lethargic and unresponsive and he wouldn't move at all.  My husband carried him in the house and he just laid on the floor.  We even rang the door bell to see if he would bark, because he usually does, and all he did was lift his head. &lt;br /&gt;When we woke up this morning Patrick took him to the vet and they did a $500 blood test!!!  I think Vets are full of crap, but that will be another post entirely.  So we have to wait for the results of the blood test to see what the problem is.  He has moved a little today, but not much.  And he is not eating.  Which for a beagle is strange, if you have ever seen Willis you would see that he has not missed too many meals. &lt;br /&gt;This dedicated to by beagle boy Willis, we love you buddy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-765403133684897324?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/765403133684897324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=765403133684897324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/765403133684897324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/765403133684897324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/10/dogs-dogs-dogs.html' title='Dogs Dogs Dogs!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-7453465626843510904</id><published>2008-10-06T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:05:52.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIfe As We Knew It</title><content type='html'>Morgan is officially crawling, which does not really excite me.  She is barely 6 months old, I think she is too young for this craziness.  She is still pretty slow, but se is movin!  When Reagan was this age we really had the house baby proofed, but over the last year and a half,  we have slowly started putting stuff back out.  So, now I need to go through the house again.  She keeps finding my shoes and putting them in her mouth!!  AUGH!!!  And so it begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-7453465626843510904?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/7453465626843510904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=7453465626843510904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/7453465626843510904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/7453465626843510904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-as-we-knew-it.html' title='LIfe As We Knew It'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-3342503245139901056</id><published>2008-10-03T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T08:08:51.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SOY1DVOTiGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KLP9Il9FhNg/s1600-h/101_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252944346727286882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="214" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SOY1DVOTiGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KLP9Il9FhNg/s320/101_0241.JPG" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just made the first cake that someone is paying me for and it is awe... wait for it some!!! If I do say so myself. I am very proud of it and I hope that you all enjoy it. I had so much fun doing it also. So tell your friends that I am available. I would love to do a wedding cake sometime soon, so keep me in mind and pass the word along!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cake is for someone's 22nd B-day, but I actually like it without the numbers better. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SOY1V-fgcuI/AAAAAAAAADA/2kd4FJPG4x0/s1600-h/101_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252944667042935522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SOY1V-fgcuI/AAAAAAAAADA/2kd4FJPG4x0/s320/101_0243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But here they are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-3342503245139901056?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3342503245139901056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=3342503245139901056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3342503245139901056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3342503245139901056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/10/awesome.html' title='Awesome!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SOY1DVOTiGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KLP9Il9FhNg/s72-c/101_0241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-628258236116322260</id><published>2008-09-30T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T08:44:16.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girl Morgan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SOJJRWNfXmI/AAAAAAAAACw/HXY0XMyOBNQ/s1600-h/101_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251840677836185186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SOJJRWNfXmI/AAAAAAAAACw/HXY0XMyOBNQ/s320/101_0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little baby is getting so big. She can sit up by herself now and she is ALMOST crawling. She takes a few "steps" and then face plants, but she is close. She got to take a bath this week without sitting in the baby seat, you can see that she is not super excited. This weekend at church they told me that when she starts really crawling she will have to go to the bigger classroom at the nursery. I told Patrick that I can't believe that our baby is big enough to go in a bigger classroom. It's times like these that I get a little sad that we won't have another little one, not sad enough to have another one though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-628258236116322260?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/628258236116322260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=628258236116322260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/628258236116322260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/628258236116322260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-girl-morgan.html' title='Big Girl Morgan'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SOJJRWNfXmI/AAAAAAAAACw/HXY0XMyOBNQ/s72-c/101_0236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-8278249728335504287</id><published>2008-09-30T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T08:39:10.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newest Creation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SOJH4SBftnI/AAAAAAAAACo/hRUxWRBiQqs/s1600-h/101_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251839147703776882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SOJH4SBftnI/AAAAAAAAACo/hRUxWRBiQqs/s320/101_0237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of my latest creation and it is definitely the best one yet. Also the most time consuming. It took me forever to make all those flowers! I frosted the cakes at home and then in class we learned how to assemble them. While in transport one of the cakes slid and I had to fix it in class which was a bummer, but I made that the back of the cake so you definitely cannot tell in the picture. I am making my first cake for someone else this week, she is actually paying me so I will let you know how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-8278249728335504287?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8278249728335504287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=8278249728335504287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8278249728335504287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8278249728335504287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-is-picture-of-my-latest-creation.html' title='Newest Creation!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SOJH4SBftnI/AAAAAAAAACo/hRUxWRBiQqs/s72-c/101_0237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-5390500238724017663</id><published>2008-09-17T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:02:08.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinions Please</title><content type='html'>I want to start doing cakes for people, and eventually start a side business, but I am having trouble coming up with a name.  I want something fun and creative, not like Cakes by Melissa.  There is a really cute store in Albuquerque called Cake Fetish and I love that, but I obviously can't use it.  So I looking to you my blogger friends, to help me come up with something cute and fabulous!  Please leave any comments and let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-5390500238724017663?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/5390500238724017663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=5390500238724017663' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/5390500238724017663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/5390500238724017663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/09/opinions-please.html' title='Opinions Please'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-3628119065400308104</id><published>2008-09-16T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:01:15.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SM_X6GVcdoI/AAAAAAAAACY/P4p_7gMgPk0/s1600-h/101_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246649484042860162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="195" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SM_X6GVcdoI/AAAAAAAAACY/P4p_7gMgPk0/s320/101_0218.JPG" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As this is supposed to be a blog about my children, I thought I should have an update. The girls are getting very big and more precious everyday. Reagan and I were having a tough time for a while, but we seem to be getting over that hump. She is back to her loving self. When I say " I love you Reagan" Her response is "I love you more Mommy" and everytime it melts my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morgan is still a happy &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SM_YI5YD1YI/AAAAAAAAACg/FsQltIWn5YU/s1600-h/101_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246649738262205826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SM_YI5YD1YI/AAAAAAAAACg/FsQltIWn5YU/s320/101_0229.JPG" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;easy going baby for the most part. She is sleeping better, Thank God! And she has starting eating a little solid food. She seems to like it, except rice cereal. She can get up on all fours and rock back and forth, and then she falls down, but she is headed in the right direction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some recent pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-3628119065400308104?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3628119065400308104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=3628119065400308104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3628119065400308104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3628119065400308104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/09/beautiful-girls.html' title='Beautiful Girls'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SM_X6GVcdoI/AAAAAAAAACY/P4p_7gMgPk0/s72-c/101_0218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-2250393709566923787</id><published>2008-09-16T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:55:30.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake Decorating Guru!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SM_VfSLVv_I/AAAAAAAAACA/ZYLIkbcqH3g/s1600-h/101_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246646824341979122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="228" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SM_VfSLVv_I/AAAAAAAAACA/ZYLIkbcqH3g/s320/101_0230.JPG" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some more pictures of cakes that I have done in the past few weeks. I did the package last night at class and I am the most proud of that. It is covered in fondant, which does not taste extremely good, but looks awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second one is covered with chocolate buttercream, which is not as pretty, but very yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bottom has buttercream roses on the top, last night I learned how to &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SM_VrueeJUI/AAAAAAAAACI/Zcy027BizPc/s1600-h/101_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246647038096844098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="190" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SM_VrueeJUI/AAAAAAAAACI/Zcy027BizPc/s320/101_0212.JPG" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;make fondant roses, which I like more. The look cleaner and prettier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you all enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SM_WCEVRkoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/pgLL40XCy8Y/s1600-h/101_0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246647421920973442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="204" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SM_WCEVRkoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/pgLL40XCy8Y/s320/101_0211.JPG" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-2250393709566923787?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/2250393709566923787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=2250393709566923787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/2250393709566923787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/2250393709566923787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/09/cake-decoratting-guru.html' title='Cake Decorating Guru!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SM_VfSLVv_I/AAAAAAAAACA/ZYLIkbcqH3g/s72-c/101_0230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-3060339341582750326</id><published>2008-09-15T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:38:38.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SM7Hiv7fNMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_oeTkMDb2tE/s1600-h/Princess+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246350015728661698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SM7Hiv7fNMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_oeTkMDb2tE/s320/Princess+cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is a new picture of my most recent cake. It was a princess cake for my friend Rachael's little girls birthday. I have some more but I need to upload them to the computer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am learning how to use Fondant in my current class, which is a whole new ball game. It is difficult, but super cool. I will keep you posted on my progress. I will post more cakes later today and some updated pics of the girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you enjoy the cake, I am available for your b-days, bridal showers, whatever.  I am probably not ready for wedding cakes, but give me a couple of months and maybe I'll get there!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-3060339341582750326?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3060339341582750326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=3060339341582750326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3060339341582750326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3060339341582750326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/09/yay-for-cake.html' title='Yay for Cake'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SM7Hiv7fNMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_oeTkMDb2tE/s72-c/Princess+cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-8659984011454494075</id><published>2008-09-03T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:42:43.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Day Out</title><content type='html'>I discovered a lovely thing called Mom's Day Out at a local church.  It is for kids under preschool age and you can drop off your kids and go run errands and what not.  Reagan started going today and it is wonderful.  She went last school year and we just started up again this year.  She goes once a week for 3 1/2 hours and she loves it, and so do I!  Morgan and I came home and Morgan took a nap and I actually got to sit down and enjoy the quiet!  &lt;br /&gt;Yay for Mom's Day Out, they should call it Mom's Best Friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-8659984011454494075?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8659984011454494075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=8659984011454494075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8659984011454494075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8659984011454494075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/09/moms-day-out.html' title='Mom&apos;s Day Out'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-8566628625355023870</id><published>2008-08-21T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:52:31.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cakes, Cakes, and more Cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SK2GCSEQn_I/AAAAAAAAABo/xi66a5xP3qI/s1600-h/101_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236989315469320178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="200" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SK2GCSEQn_I/AAAAAAAAABo/xi66a5xP3qI/s320/101_0203.JPG" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have completed the 3rd class in my cake decorating series. I have also signed up for another session next month because I am having so much fun. We decorate a cake at the end of every class which means I have been eating a lot of cake!! Luckily my husband took the most recent one to work today so I won't eat that one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are pictures of the 2 cakes that I have done. The rainbow one is the first one, I forgot to take a picture before we cut and started eating! The white and pink o&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SK2GJJEJbHI/AAAAAAAAABw/altsUU0g2w8/s1600-h/101_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236989433312013426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="228" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SK2GJJEJbHI/AAAAAAAAABw/altsUU0g2w8/s320/101_0204.JPG" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ne is the second one and I happier with that. I am sure that next weeks will be even better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-8566628625355023870?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8566628625355023870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=8566628625355023870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8566628625355023870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8566628625355023870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/08/cakes-cakes-and-more-cakes.html' title='Cakes, Cakes, and more Cakes'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SK2GCSEQn_I/AAAAAAAAABo/xi66a5xP3qI/s72-c/101_0203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-5777728305769129409</id><published>2008-08-16T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T15:02:40.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ebay</title><content type='html'>So with my new hobby (obsession) cake decorating, I have discovered a need for a stand mixer.  While I don't think it is necessary, it would be extremely helpful.  I figure if your gonna buy one you might as well go all the way.  So I wanted a Kitchenaide!  Now, if you are not aware of this, they cost about $300.  My husband felt that this was ridiculous, I whole heartedly disagreed, but I refrained.  Until I discovered the joy of Ebay!!  I found one for half the price.  I am super excited.  I got into a bidding war this morning and it was very exciting.  After losing out on a few, I finally won!  It should be here in 3-5 business days.&lt;br /&gt;I will post a picture of my first creation from my class soon, I need to download the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-5777728305769129409?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/5777728305769129409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=5777728305769129409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/5777728305769129409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/5777728305769129409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/08/ebay.html' title='Ebay'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-4636762377917025146</id><published>2008-08-12T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:25:33.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Deprivation</title><content type='html'>I was somewhat smug recently when talking with other moms because my baby was pretty much sleeping through the night.  I was feeling pretty good about myself!  Well that is a thing of the past.  We went on a little vacation and apparantly that was all Morgan needed to give up sleeping.  When we got home I thought, she just needs a little while to get back into her routine.  Well, that was over a month ago and she is still waking up at least twice a night.  Sleep Deprivation has set in and I need toothpicks to keep my eyes open!  AUGH!  The aggravation of it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-4636762377917025146?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/4636762377917025146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=4636762377917025146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/4636762377917025146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/4636762377917025146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleep-deprivation.html' title='Sleep Deprivation'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-3530415567616779390</id><published>2008-08-07T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:33:17.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Etsy Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>Take a look at this &lt;a href="http://twinsrock-jolie.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; to see a fun giveaway from Etsy, you can get a onesie for your little one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-3530415567616779390?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3530415567616779390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=3530415567616779390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3530415567616779390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3530415567616779390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/08/etsy-giveaway.html' title='Etsy Giveaway!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-8736496804850430098</id><published>2008-08-05T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T08:20:01.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickies!</title><content type='html'>I have a house full of sickies!  It started with Reagan, we really thought it was just allergies, but then Morgan and I woke up yesterday with the beginning of a cold.  Today it is full blown.  Reagan seems to be feeling a little better, but Morgan and I feel worse.  This is one the hardest things about being a mom, you don't get to just be sick.  You have 2 other people who are depending you to take care of them as well.  So, while I want to go lay on the couch, that will not happen, I am sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-8736496804850430098?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8736496804850430098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=8736496804850430098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8736496804850430098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8736496804850430098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/08/sickies.html' title='Sickies!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-7840523349863016720</id><published>2008-08-04T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:50:52.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>This weekend was my husband and I 5th anniversary! It seems a little crazy at times that we have been married that long, and other times I can't remember what life was like before. So on Saturday morning my wonderful husband took Reagan and they went and got breakfast while Morgan and I slept in. You may be thinking WOW, Morgan slept in, but don't be impressed. She was up most of the night, so she was just making up for lost time! So, Patrick and Reagan brought home breakfast and flowers for me which was very lovely.&lt;br /&gt;The day was topped off with Patrick and I heading out and leaving the girls with a babysitter which is always exciting. Having a dinner that did not involve Mac N Cheese or chicken nuggets was definitely a treat. Then we went and saw "The Dark Knight" which we enjoyed immensly!&lt;br /&gt;So my hubby I love you dearly and I look forward to the next 5 years and many many more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;On a side note, "The Dark Knight" is very good, but VERY long, so be prepared!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-7840523349863016720?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/7840523349863016720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=7840523349863016720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/7840523349863016720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/7840523349863016720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/08/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-5542740158842148447</id><published>2008-07-30T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:08:11.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee</title><content type='html'>A bone of contention between my husband and I is the amount of money I spend on coffee. He does not drink coffee so he does not appreciate the pure joy that a $5 cup of coffee can provide. So when my friend Heather posted this &lt;a href="http://blog.washingtonpost.com/mighty-appetite/2007/07/real_iced_coffee.html"&gt;article &lt;/a&gt;on her blog I was curious. So I went out and purchased a fine mesh strainer and made some last night. And this morning, Ta-Da! A fabulous iced coffee drink that would give my usual coffee place a run for its money. Not to say that I will never go to Coffee Bean again, but I dare say this should definitely cut down on my habit.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Heather for bringing this wonderful idea to my attention! You blog is a wealth of creative inspiration as well as very useful info.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-5542740158842148447?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='text/html' href='http://blog.washingtonpost.com/mighty-appetite/2007/07/real_iced_coffee.html' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/5542740158842148447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=5542740158842148447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/5542740158842148447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/5542740158842148447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/07/coffee.html' title='Coffee'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-6694720999594239257</id><published>2008-07-29T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T09:39:21.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Me!</title><content type='html'>While I love my children and wouldn't trade our time together for anything, I recently realized that I don't do anything that is just for me!  So I decided that I needed to do something.  I have recently started scrapbooking and I enjoy it immensley, I am still not leaving the house.  So last night I registered for a cake decorating class and I am super excited!!!  I start next Wednesday.  The class is 1 night a week for a month and each class is 2 hours.  Hurray, 2 hours away from the house interacting with other adults.  What more can a girl ask for, and you get to eat cake.  I will keep you all posted on the class as well as try and post some of my creations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-6694720999594239257?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/6694720999594239257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=6694720999594239257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/6694720999594239257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/6694720999594239257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-for-me.html' title='Just for Me!'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-6632455704247291108</id><published>2008-07-23T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T15:22:10.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Old Days</title><content type='html'>I have found my self lately longing for the "good old days" When everything was easier and I could pretty much do whatever I wanted. I could meet Patrick for Happy Hour after work without finding a babysitter. I could run out to the store without it being a production. I occasionaly find myself resenting the fact that Patrick has the ability to do what he wants to do, without worrying because he knows that I will take care of it. Today a thought hit me. All of that is true, Patrick can play golf and go out for drinks with the people from without a worry. But he is also gone for the big events and I am here to see all of them. I am here to hear Reagan say all of the funny things that she says. And when Morgan smiled and laughed for the first time. I am blessed to be able to spend all this time with my children and I realize that not everyone is that lucky. Although I do see why sometimes it would be nice to have an out, I wouldn't give it up for the world!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226317301476386578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SIeb5T36ZxI/AAAAAAAAABE/8Ec8fQ8K7wc/s320/101_0185.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Morgan can roll over!! Reagan being a proud big sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;My husband read this post and thought the I was somehow implying that he was a bad husband and father, and that is no way what I meant.  It was more about me and trying to have a more positive outlook!  He is a wonderful husband and father and I am blessed that he is willing to work as hard as he does so that I am able to stay home with our beautiful girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-6632455704247291108?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/6632455704247291108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=6632455704247291108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/6632455704247291108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/6632455704247291108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-old-days.html' title='The Good Old Days'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SIeb5T36ZxI/AAAAAAAAABE/8Ec8fQ8K7wc/s72-c/101_0185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-3706907505985543200</id><published>2008-07-16T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T09:49:40.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My 2 year old is into EVERYTHING these days. I can't leave her alone for a minute! She has gotten into things and I don't even know where she is finding them. Last week, while she was supposed to be&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SIdgwuj0YUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/c90PjYMfUaE/s1600-h/101_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226252282835001666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="203" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SIdgwuj0YUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/c90PjYMfUaE/s320/101_0177.JPG" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; napping, she emptied a tube of Desitin and used it as lotion all over herself (and the wall) Which is very difficult to get off. I had to wash her hair 5 times to get it all out. Then the next day she pulled all the wipes out of her container and threw them all over the room. AUGH! So, just when I thought it all figured out, today she found nail polish. She painted herself with it. It is still on her mouth, because when I put nail polish remover on her mouth to get it off she started crying. So I hope that will wear off in the near future. Sneaky little girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here is Reagan in the bathtub after the diaper rash cream incident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;She looks like a clown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-3706907505985543200?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/3706907505985543200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=3706907505985543200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3706907505985543200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/3706907505985543200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/07/what.html' title='What the???'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SIdgwuj0YUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/c90PjYMfUaE/s72-c/101_0177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-5142018675222899189</id><published>2008-07-15T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:28:53.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling</title><content type='html'>I find myself longing for the old days before things were so complicated.  Please don't misunderstand me, I love my children more than words can express.  I just miss how easy things used to be.  We just went to New Mexico for the weekend and I need a vacation to recover from my vacation.  I spent the bulk of the time chasing Reagan and trying to get Morgan to sleep.  Neither of which were overly successful.  But, we did get to see our friends and I threw a very successful shower for my sister who is expecting her 1st baby in September.  Iam sure that there are many of you out there who can relate to my plight.  Traveling with Reagan just got a little easier.  She sleeps decently when we travel and she is old enough to get excited about seeing people, and then we had Morgan.  She is a very easy baby, but it still difficult, even under the best terms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-5142018675222899189?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/5142018675222899189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=5142018675222899189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/5142018675222899189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/5142018675222899189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/07/traveling.html' title='Traveling'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-5306141258855400812</id><published>2008-07-02T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:17:56.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap Time</title><content type='html'>My goal, as mother of 2 little ones, is to get both of them to take a nap at the same time!  Some days this is easily accomplished, other days not so much.  We transitioned Reagan into a "big girl" bed right after her 2nd b-day since we were about to have another baby.  She did very well until about 1 month ago.  Which to me seems odd since she has been sleeping in this bed for almost 6 months now.  Everyday we have a power struggle to see who will win the battle.  We are about 50/50 right now.  There are days that I feel like I am banging my head against a wall!  I go in and threaten her, I take things away, I yell and scream, and still there are some days that she still doesn't take a nap.  And when she doesn't take a nap, she is not fun to be around.  I am hoping that sometime soon this gets a little better!  Any advice is more than welcome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-5306141258855400812?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/5306141258855400812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=5306141258855400812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/5306141258855400812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/5306141258855400812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/07/nap-time.html' title='Nap Time'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-8500345409258738993</id><published>2008-07-01T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T07:59:32.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girls</title><content type='html'>Here is a beautiful picture of my girls. This was taken a couple of weeks ago and I love it! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218058399425254242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SGpEd8L8U2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/PHC-iPcSigY/s320/Reagan+and+Morgan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;                                                       This picture was taken by my friend Jolie, she is a new photographer and she did a fabulous job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-8500345409258738993?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/8500345409258738993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=8500345409258738993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8500345409258738993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/8500345409258738993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-girls.html' title='My Girls'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SGpEd8L8U2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/PHC-iPcSigY/s72-c/Reagan+and+Morgan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640024155997662807.post-2597019133408474234</id><published>2008-06-30T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T08:00:38.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My husband and I met when we were both in college many moons ago. We got married on August 2, 200&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SGmi7iPePXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_NOQhND7L4o/s1600-h/100_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217880786973113714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="236" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SGmi7iPePXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_NOQhND7L4o/s320/100_0150.JPG" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 in a beautiful ceremony in Albuquerque, NM. Our life was good, we had fun, we bought a house. And then we moved to LA, not great, but we could do it. And then... we got pregnant. Then I started to panic. We lived in a tiny little house in Pasadena that barely had enough room for us and our beagle Willis. Shortly after that we moved into a slightly larger apartment and Reagan was born. She was beautiful and perfect! Then we had the opportunity to move to Phoenix when Reagan was about 6 Months old and we jumped at the chance. We bought a house and I became a stay at home mom. Then I thought I had this mom thing figured out and we &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217881299930738146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="226" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SGmjZZKGbeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MD8TrmpGTWk/s320/101_0085.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt; decided to have another baby. The first month &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we talked about it, we got pregnant. and 9 months later we had another little girl, Morgan, who was also perfect! And that brings us to present day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SGmjZZKGbeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MD8TrmpGTWk/s1600-h/101_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SGmjZZKGbeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MD8TrmpGTWk/s1600-h/101_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640024155997662807-2597019133408474234?l=darbymom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/feeds/2597019133408474234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640024155997662807&amp;postID=2597019133408474234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/2597019133408474234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640024155997662807/posts/default/2597019133408474234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darbymom.blogspot.com/2008/06/about-me.html' title='Back in the Day'/><author><name>Melissa Darby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907326713654636135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/TBlF8Aqap8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vw9U3jgTrRM/S220/101_0692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe4f0b0zJ1A/SGmi7iPePXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_NOQhND7L4o/s72-c/100_0150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
