<?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-25095059</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:44:01.131+13:00</updated><category term='Coralee and Alex&apos;s Wedding'/><category term='our house'/><category term='Netball'/><category term='mothers'/><category term='Oasis'/><category term='current events'/><category term='feminism'/><category term='Grandma'/><category term='worship'/><category term='Mum'/><category term='pelvic arthropathy'/><category term='family'/><category term='birth'/><category term='abortion'/><category term='Isaiah'/><category term='Isabella'/><category term='school'/><category term='babes n bellies'/><category term='faith'/><category term='a bit on me'/><category term='physio'/><category term='Hannah'/><category term='online fun'/><category term='pregnancy diary'/><title type='text'>mama to four</title><subtitle type='html'>challenges, thoughts, dreams, inspirations.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-4566475221422197325</id><published>2011-09-03T15:26:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T16:06:46.311+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bit on me'/><title type='text'>i'm back</title><content type='html'>well its been a while, a LONG while. here i am. no longer a mama to 2 - or 3. now a mama to 4! just wanted to check in really, i am sorting out in my head whether to re-start this blog and also start a new one - or just start a new one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asha, my baby just turned 1 - she is such a delight. delicious yummy baby girl. being a mama to her, isaiah, hannah &amp;amp; isabella remains the biggest goal AND achievement of my life. they hold my heart. i strive to be my best for them. i fail often. mother guilt is an almost daily occurrence, but i continue the journey knowing there is no where else id rather be than at home with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i continue to dream about having my own business, about launching pure mama. i'm not short on ideas, plans, dreams, vision. i am time poor - its easy to guess why. and spending money on a business is certainly not a priority when a young growing family of 6 is consuming much of the available resource.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i re-started journalling this year. what great therapy that has been for my mind and soul. certainly i love reading the journey my life has taken in 9 short months. i am never short on ideas - that is certain! and perhaps this might become on ideas outlet also. we'll see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;selah x  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-4566475221422197325?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/4566475221422197325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=4566475221422197325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/4566475221422197325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/4566475221422197325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-2128138699171231319</id><published>2009-04-15T20:17:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:43:19.963+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>The big 5 approaches</title><content type='html'>My little girl is nearly the big 5. Isabella has only 2wks left of being a four (and a half as she says). This is okay. I look at her though and wonder where the baby has gone. I wonder at what a small glimpse in time it was that she was a toddler and how the two yrs she has been a big kindy girl have flown past. I was so nervous for her as she started kindy. I fretted that she would be lonely, or that she might have trouble making friends. I wondered how she would feel if and when other little people left her out of their games. I hoped she would be kind to the other kids and develop empathy. I am realising this is what mummys do. They sweat the big stuff and the small stuff. In truth she has been just fine. She is showing obvious leadership traits and is smart, independent and sweet. She is funny and loves to dance, sing and be creative. She is as tall as a 7yr old so I often feel I am reminding or telling people to cut her some slack when they judge her behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am facing letting her go (a little more). I know its only school and we all have been there. I can't help but be a little terrified though. I want her innocence to remain intact for as long as possible and i know that for 6hrs 5 days a week I won't be there to protect her. Its the mama lion in me growling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being silly with her yesterday and asked her if instead of turning 5 on her birthday she could just go back to being 3 so she could stay at home with me forever. Her reply was sweet and reflected what I have been repeating to her often in the past year. She said to me. "Don't worry mummy, I'll be 5 but i'll still be your baby".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my sweet girl, how I love you so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-2128138699171231319?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/2128138699171231319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=2128138699171231319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/2128138699171231319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/2128138699171231319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-5-approaches.html' title='The big 5 approaches'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-9080749933694387334</id><published>2008-10-18T23:58:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T08:41:08.127+13:00</updated><title type='text'>How Jesus messed up my life...</title><content type='html'>This is the title of the current series we are doing on sunday at &lt;a href="http://www.cession.org.nz/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt;. It got me thinking just now as I lie in bed with my mind buzzing unable to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a business idea I have been thinking about for about 3-4 years now and working hard on this year. It is really close to my heart as it is a dream and that has meant i have been fairly cagey talking about it much. I have felt quite vulnerable opening up about it because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't want to to get shot down - and I'm too good at reading people to not be able to tell what peoples real response to the idea is!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't want people to judge me and whether they thought I could do it - and then if it didn't happen have them think or say 'I told you so'...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;so this is how Jesus has been messing up my life...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've posted before about how heart broken I have been when the high profile child abuse cases have been in the media. It makes me sick, causes me to be unable to sleep, makes my tears flow. I want to do something about it. Abortion - another issue that breaks my heart. I want to do something about it - but what can I do?...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..Something that has been a real area of interest in the past 8yrs is pregnancy and the whole process a woman experiences. i practised physio in this area and one of the clients I most remeber working with was a young girl who came to see me from the &lt;a href="http://www.bethanycentre.org.nz/home.html"&gt;bethany center&lt;/a&gt; a residential program and home for young pregnant women and their new babies. It sparked something in me... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If more of our young girls in NZ who fall pregnant who don't currently have appropriate support and role models, had the chance to recieve that support while pregnant and when they had new babies, would that mean that we could turn around just one of those babies futures? By influencing these young mamas to be, providing love, care, a supportive home environment and strong positive parenting role models could we prevent even one case of child abuse?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And right there Jesus was messing up my life. I have a long term dream forming where I see a home away from home for young pregnant women who don't have the &lt;strong&gt;support&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;skills&lt;/strong&gt; for raising their babies and give those very things to them. I see these girls being able to interact in an establised family environment and see positive parenting being role modelled, to feel valued, loved and cared for themselves. There are organisations who do this already like &lt;a href="http://www.bethanycentre.org.nz/home.html"&gt;bethany&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.mercyministries.org.nz/"&gt;mercy&lt;/a&gt; and that is awesome, I do feel like there is a pull on my heart as well and this is where the two dreams meet, I see that maybe, in the long term our business will provide the financial backing needed to fund the home. So...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is big for me sharing the business and what it will be - but I am at a point now where the wheels are in motion - it is happening - I have prayed on many occasions that God would shut the door hard if I am running down the wrong path, and the door has remained open. I have prayed hard that God's will for my life would be what I desire also, and I simply am more and more excited (and terrified at times) about this... So this is in essence mine and Reuben's new business...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'pure mama'&lt;/strong&gt;. It will be all about celebrating women as they experience pregnancy, labour/birth and the initial postnatal period, by offering a retail store for the essential things you need to buy, but also information, community and expert support. Women deserve to feel beautiful, nurtured and special during this period of their lives and this is what we aim to do. Our core values include being pro NZ made, pro natural/organic and pro fair-trade. Initially we will operated solely online with the goal of 'brick and mortar' in the medium term. Of course it all depends on our success!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are getting close to finalising our logo and branding and for those of you who have known about it, you will realise that as part of this branding process, the name has changed! I think &lt;strong&gt;'pure mama'&lt;/strong&gt; captures the essence of who we want to be really well... We have two aweome business mentors who have been so valuable to us this year and my network of contacts is steadily building. Our biggest challenge will be sourcing the $$ needed to buy the software Reuben needs to build the community site - we will be working on this in the next month or so...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So thats how Jesus has been messing up my life. I have freak out moments now and then about how I will juggle everything, and I pray again that God will close the door hard if its not the right thing, but until the door closes will trust and work the dream. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so there you have it. this is the biggest learning curve I have been on I think (besides having my first baby!) and I am experiencing new things all the time! Not bad for a girl who has absolutely no training in business etc and has worked in a couple of retail shops part time! And hey, your prayers are appreciated!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-9080749933694387334?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/9080749933694387334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=9080749933694387334' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/9080749933694387334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/9080749933694387334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-jesus-messed-up-my-life.html' title='How Jesus messed up my life...'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-1440681728855672969</id><published>2008-09-07T14:23:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T14:31:08.530+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma'/><title type='text'>remind you of anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/SMM71XNF5qI/AAAAAAAAAF4/iUB9ZQ16ksE/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto1950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243100179137423010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/SMM71XNF5qI/AAAAAAAAAF4/iUB9ZQ16ksE/s320/myYearbookPhoto1950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/SMM71sj77tI/AAAAAAAAAGA/L03o0NckWFw/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto1974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243100184870383314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/SMM71sj77tI/AAAAAAAAAGA/L03o0NckWFw/s320/myYearbookPhoto1974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For anyone who knows or knew my Grandma and Mum, the likeness in these photos is uncanny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(ps. face is mine, hair is not!)&lt;br /&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/25095059-1440681728855672969?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/1440681728855672969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=1440681728855672969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/1440681728855672969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/1440681728855672969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2008/09/remind-you-of-anyone.html' title='remind you of anyone?'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/SMM71XNF5qI/AAAAAAAAAF4/iUB9ZQ16ksE/s72-c/myYearbookPhoto1950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-3834771308360974848</id><published>2008-08-30T21:49:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:45:46.724+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bit on me'/><title type='text'>letters on the mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/SLkj-C4AsFI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UUCZwSVlkCc/s1600-h/P1010270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240259190252941394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/SLkj-C4AsFI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UUCZwSVlkCc/s320/P1010270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had my shower - a part of my nightly bed routine. When i pulled away the shower curtain, looking back at me was the letter A and a few others carefully scrawled in childs handwriting on the bottom of our bathroom mirror... and I smiled...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pre-children I was NEVER a neat freak. Cleaning is not my thing. I like things looking nice and being clean, I just never spent ages keeping things that way. I would generally spend the week living in our home doing the basics and the house would become more and more dis-organised and cluttered and then eventually I would go crazy and spend a day cleaning up again. This was my general pattern, even from when I was a kid (just ask my parents!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that we have three small children, that pattern just doesn't work anymore - or at least it does in that it takes about half a day (sometimes less) for our home to look like a small tornado (or three) has been through. I therefore find myself constantly picking up and tidying these days. My kids sometimes bear the brunt of their mothers frustration at feeling like I am a continual house cleaner. I would really like to be able to just let it go as the "experts" advise us to, but the thing is that I know I feel better in myself when my home is tidy. Maybe part of the problem, is I am now contributing only a fifth (or less) of the mess, but feel like I am responsible for cleaning it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to those letters on the mirror - this morning while I was in the bathroom putting away some toys, Isabella (now 4) comes in and asks me to "watch this mummy". She then procedes to lick her finger and then use it to begin carefully forming the lettter "A" on the mirror. My first instinct was to snap and tell her to stop dirtying the mirror - but I bit my tongue this time. She turned around and smiled at me and said " look mummy, an A". We spent the next couple of minutes with her drawing more letters on the mirror with her finger... It was great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when I got out of the shower tonight and saw those letters - I smiled. Because my baby is growing up and becoming so clever, because it reminded me how much I love her and because it reminded me of the moment I might I missed this morning if I hadn't bit my tongue and overcome the urge of my currently dominant "neat-freak" attitude. And I am not going to wash away those letters - yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-3834771308360974848?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/3834771308360974848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=3834771308360974848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/3834771308360974848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/3834771308360974848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2008/08/letters-on-mirror.html' title='letters on the mirror'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/SLkj-C4AsFI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UUCZwSVlkCc/s72-c/P1010270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-5001763025485803246</id><published>2008-08-26T21:13:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:25:12.892+12:00</updated><title type='text'>my three sweethearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/SLPLTANwpBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NJ-NaCEjm6U/s1600-h/P1010114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238754318897685522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/SLPLTANwpBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NJ-NaCEjm6U/s400/P1010114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/SLPLTVEzY0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/UaZhk4ZRkGo/s1600-h/P1010119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238754324497261378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/SLPLTVEzY0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/UaZhk4ZRkGo/s400/P1010119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/25095059-5001763025485803246?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/5001763025485803246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=5001763025485803246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/5001763025485803246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/5001763025485803246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-three-sweethearts.html' title='my three sweethearts'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/SLPLTANwpBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NJ-NaCEjm6U/s72-c/P1010114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-3796589449000150534</id><published>2008-08-24T23:26:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:45:53.130+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaiah'/><title type='text'>they say it comes in threes...</title><content type='html'>I am learning more and more about the differences between little girls and little boys - or at least my little girls and little boy. Isaiah is walking now - has his trainer wheels on. First steps at 10mths and walking by choice at 11mths. this is 2mths earlier than both the girls. He is still a smoochy little snuggler but also is always on the go - never stops for a second... anyhow this past week has been one not to repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah pushed himself backwards off his booster chair which is attached to one of our dining chairs and smacked his head- this caused him to cry, then have a seizure, then go unconcious for a period. he earnt himself a trip to kidzfirst hospital in the ambulance and while there was taken to resus (where 10 doctors and nurses suddenly converged on him - SCARY!) cause he wouldn't respond to stimuli - as soon as he got there though he woke up... then had a CT scan. Everything was pronounced clear and five hours after the initial incident we were sent home. Next day you wouldn't know anything had happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At playgroup he starts crying and i recognize it as an "in pain" cry. he had something in his mouth and what do i fish out but - A BEE!! As it turned out he had been stung on his thumb not in his mouth and we now know he is not allergic to bee stings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight he fell off a small stage (with help from his sister i believe) and bit his lip and had bleeding from his top gum/teeth as well. Thankfully he settled quickly with a bit of magic soothing "mummy milk". He does have a fat lip to show for it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this is just the beginning of many scrapes and bruises to come - how else would we produce and ALL BLACK captain for the future? but quite honestly I (and he) can do without another week like this one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-3796589449000150534?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/3796589449000150534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=3796589449000150534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/3796589449000150534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/3796589449000150534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2008/08/they-say-it-comes-in-threes.html' title='they say it comes in threes...'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-4339822267648609075</id><published>2008-06-09T21:25:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:44:24.849+12:00</updated><title type='text'>break in the weather</title><content type='html'>my most prominent role at the moment - mama to two preschoolers and a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am coping seemingly better with the transition to three babies than I did with the transition to two. the thing is though I really have little capacity for much else now. Doing the mother/home thing with three is all consuming. It drains my energy and ability to mentally focus on other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence spending time capturing my thoughts here has become sparse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I resent being at home - all the things I would like to pursue and simply can't at this stage. Living on one income is tight as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is though, each day I have moments where I look at them and the depth of emotion I have for them overwhelms me. They are simply divine - delicious, sweet, beautiful kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't trade being with them for the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-4339822267648609075?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/4339822267648609075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=4339822267648609075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/4339822267648609075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/4339822267648609075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2008/06/break-in-weather.html' title='break in the weather'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-6934047282415216045</id><published>2008-04-01T14:34:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:36:58.524+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers'/><title type='text'>Loving this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W95Y8hNQiH8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W95Y8hNQiH8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&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/25095059-6934047282415216045?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/6934047282415216045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=6934047282415216045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/6934047282415216045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/6934047282415216045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2008/04/loving-this.html' title='Loving this!'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-7442325739808259421</id><published>2008-04-01T14:22:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:29:29.722+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Faith &amp; Endurance</title><content type='html'>James 1:2-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors. So don't try to get out of anything prematurely. Let it do its work so you become mature and well-developed, not deficient in any way.&lt;br /&gt;   5 -8If you don't know what you're doing, pray to the Father. He loves to help. You'll get his help, and won't be condescended to when you ask for it. Ask boldly, believingly, without a second thought. People who "worry their prayers" are like wind-whipped waves. Don't think you're going to get anything from the Master that way, adrift at sea, keeping all your options open. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Message (MSG)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-7442325739808259421?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/7442325739808259421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=7442325739808259421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/7442325739808259421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/7442325739808259421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2008/04/faith-endurance.html' title='Faith &amp; Endurance'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-600140871470682885</id><published>2008-02-26T09:02:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T09:20:03.360+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Check this out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/R8MgAfVBccI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9lAztPQkGhA/s1600-h/suffer+the+children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171011989933224386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/R8MgAfVBccI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9lAztPQkGhA/s400/suffer+the+children.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PWg4o2mbBQo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PWg4o2mbBQo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-600140871470682885?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/600140871470682885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=600140871470682885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/600140871470682885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/600140871470682885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2008/02/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out...'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/R8MgAfVBccI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9lAztPQkGhA/s72-c/suffer+the+children.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-5221345061232346916</id><published>2008-02-15T14:04:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T14:13:25.889+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family at Coralee and Alex's wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/R7TlK_VBcaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/pOV1dQCNVDc/s1600-h/P1000896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/R7TlK_VBcaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/pOV1dQCNVDc/s320/P1000896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Reuben, Isaiah, Hannah, Isabella &amp;amp; myself after the ceremony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-5221345061232346916?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/5221345061232346916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=5221345061232346916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/5221345061232346916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/5221345061232346916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-family-at-coralee-and-alexs-wedding.html' title='Our Family at Coralee and Alex&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/R7TlK_VBcaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/pOV1dQCNVDc/s72-c/P1000896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-1402646603145857917</id><published>2008-02-15T14:01:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T14:10:21.503+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coralee and Alex&apos;s Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Three little cuties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/R7TkfvVBcXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/o68R9g9fnQU/s1600-h/P1000881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/R7TkfvVBcXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/o68R9g9fnQU/s320/P1000881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Hannah, Isabella &amp;amp; Joshua on the steps to the church straight after Coralee and Alex got married&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/R7TkfvVBcYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oLzdNaQkYPc/s1600-h/P1000883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/R7TkfvVBcYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oLzdNaQkYPc/s320/P1000883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/R7Tkf_VBcZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/EJHNL87pmXs/s1600-h/P1000874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/R7Tkf_VBcZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/EJHNL87pmXs/s320/P1000874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&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/25095059-1402646603145857917?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/1402646603145857917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=1402646603145857917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/1402646603145857917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/1402646603145857917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2008/02/three-little-cuties.html' title='Three little cuties'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/R7TkfvVBcXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/o68R9g9fnQU/s72-c/P1000881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-322688247737177045</id><published>2008-02-15T13:02:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T14:07:13.841+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coralee and Alex&apos;s Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Coralee and Isabella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/R7TWkfVBcWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/688fLqL1rvE/s1600-h/P1000874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/R7TWkfVBcWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/688fLqL1rvE/s320/P1000874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&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/25095059-322688247737177045?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/322688247737177045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=322688247737177045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/322688247737177045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/322688247737177045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2008/02/coralee-and-isabella.html' title='Coralee and Isabella'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/R7TWkfVBcWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/688fLqL1rvE/s72-c/P1000874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-4853809725519536164</id><published>2008-02-11T20:30:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:40:00.715+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bit on me'/><title type='text'>Lent committment 2008</title><content type='html'>My lent commitment is to eat in a healthy manner so that I have more energy for life in all respects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Unlimited&lt;br /&gt;·         fruit and vegetables&lt;br /&gt;·         lean meat&lt;br /&gt;·         water and hot drinks&lt;br /&gt;·         pop corn &amp;amp; nuts&lt;br /&gt;Limit of&lt;br /&gt;·         Cereal @ 1 meal per day&lt;br /&gt;·         Equivalent of four pieces of bread per day&lt;br /&gt;Off limits&lt;br /&gt;·         sweets&lt;br /&gt;·         chocolate&lt;br /&gt;·         cake&lt;br /&gt;·         biscuits&lt;br /&gt;·         chips&lt;br /&gt;·         soda pop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-4853809725519536164?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/4853809725519536164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=4853809725519536164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/4853809725519536164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/4853809725519536164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2008/02/lent-committment-2008.html' title='Lent committment 2008'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-2327020965300816037</id><published>2008-02-05T22:56:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:10:24.723+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>thought for tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fred_Phelps"&gt;Fred Phelps&lt;/a&gt; - pastor of westboro baptist in Kansas America... delluded, preaching a message of hate which has absolutley nothing in common with the message of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly the message of Fred Phelps will be what some equate with Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how offenisve that is to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How offensive that must be to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-2327020965300816037?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/2327020965300816037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=2327020965300816037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/2327020965300816037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/2327020965300816037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2008/02/thought-for-tonight.html' title='thought for tonight'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-6042959525485758121</id><published>2008-02-04T21:03:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:39:22.142+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bit on me'/><title type='text'>the longest blog drought ends</title><content type='html'>just a few thoughts for tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today i had cause to reflect that I have proof against the big bang theory and subsequent development of intelligent life, right here in my own home. Let it be known that order tends to chaos and in my experience NEVER the other way around...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;In my recent experience&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having your first baby is hard cause everything is new, all the babies firsts are your firsts as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having the second baby is hard also. Although you are no longer a virgin parent, now there is the juggle of two to care for&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having the third baby is largely lovely. Its now third time around, you are now a seasoned multi-tasker, and third babies have to just fit in and go with the flow of the family. And fit in they do!&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/25095059-6042959525485758121?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/6042959525485758121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=6042959525485758121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/6042959525485758121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/6042959525485758121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2008/02/longest-blog-drought-ends.html' title='the longest blog drought ends'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-1544043815277589053</id><published>2007-10-31T21:18:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T22:22:30.965+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaiah'/><title type='text'>Isaiah seven weeks on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One week old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/Ryg_t0qSERI/AAAAAAAAADk/2efiobZplGg/s1600-h/P1000540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/Ryg_t0qSERI/AAAAAAAAADk/2efiobZplGg/s320/P1000540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127418232223961362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/Ryg_wEqSESI/AAAAAAAAADs/be2Z9fkJ2Jw/s1600-h/P1000559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/Ryg_wEqSESI/AAAAAAAAADs/be2Z9fkJ2Jw/s320/P1000559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127418270878667042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/Ryg_x0qSETI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7aDUDtd5eqI/s1600-h/P1000567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/Ryg_x0qSETI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7aDUDtd5eqI/s320/P1000567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127418300943438130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/Ryg_ykqSEUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XTYo0C-g0AI/s1600-h/P1000585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/Ryg_ykqSEUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XTYo0C-g0AI/s320/P1000585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127418313828340034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/Ryg_1EqSEVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/x-UVyKRpgrg/s1600-h/P1000608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/Ryg_1EqSEVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/x-UVyKRpgrg/s320/P1000608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127418356778013010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RyhCfUqSEWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5bX-7EDQsGI/s1600-h/P1000619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RyhCfUqSEWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5bX-7EDQsGI/s320/P1000619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127421281650741602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven weeks old - these pics taken today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RyhCgEqSEXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Y_BoE-283RI/s1600-h/P1000624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RyhCgEqSEXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Y_BoE-283RI/s320/P1000624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127421294535643506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RyhCgkqSEYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5PfOHNpJ1sA/s1600-h/P1000627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RyhCgkqSEYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5PfOHNpJ1sA/s320/P1000627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127421303125578114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its been a crazy ride so far... but he is so cute and we are all sooooo in love with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-1544043815277589053?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/1544043815277589053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=1544043815277589053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/1544043815277589053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/1544043815277589053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/10/isaiah-seven-weeks-on.html' title='Isaiah seven weeks on...'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/Ryg_t0qSERI/AAAAAAAAADk/2efiobZplGg/s72-c/P1000540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-1958842021402165179</id><published>2007-10-15T20:52:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T21:04:56.340+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><title type='text'>knowledge is power...</title><content type='html'>From the NZ Herald today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The leading Auckland maternity hospital has also been advised that more women should be moved to low-tech primary birthing facilities such as Birthcare Auckland if they are expected to have a straightforward delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The advice is from Dr Sally Pairman, the Midwifery Council's chairwoman and head of midwifery at Otago Polytechnic, who compared the outcomes for low-risk women at National Women's and Birthcare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She found the rates of epidural pain relief, birth interventions and bleeding were all higher for those who initially booked into National Women's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Advocates of a more natural approach to birth care say one intervention makes the next more likely, a "cascade" that starts with an epidural or medicine to induce labour and which ends in a caesarean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;New Zealand's caesarean rate has steadily increased from 11.7 per cent in 1988 to 23.7 per cent in 2003.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;National Women's rate last year was 33.1 per cent among women of all levels of risk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dr Pairman said that if women were admitted to a high-tech hospital such as National Women's before their labour was properly established they were at risk of staff interfering medically to speed things up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She said that because large hospitals had such an array of medical technology and expertise they tended to use it, even when not needed. Its use then became virtually the norm. National Women's higher use of epidural pain relief might be a reflection of this. She wants more primary maternity units built, separate from base hospitals.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Across New Zealand we should have a system where women who have normal pregnancy and birth are expecting to give birth in a primary unit. Probably a lot of our intervention rate is because we are mixing primary, secondary and tertiary services in one facility which is completely dominated by the needs of tertiary."...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;INTERVENTION RATES&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Among low-risk patients who started their first birth at Birthcare Auckland last year, 80 per cent had a straightforward vaginal delivery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* For the comparable group in National Women's at Auckland City Hospital, 55 per cent had a straightforward delivery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Emergency caesareans: National Women's 20 per cent; Birthcare 8 per cent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Epidurals: National Women's 64 per cent; Birthcare 29 per cent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Episiotomies: National Women's 30 per cent per cent; Birthcare 10 per cent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Note: All figures are for low-risk women having their first birth. All the caesareans and epidurals occurred at National Women's, including transfers of Birthcare patients.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nzherald.co.nz/section/1/story.cfm?c_id=1&amp;amp;objectid=10469911"&gt;read more here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; of the reasons I choose to stay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;far&lt;/span&gt; away from hospitals when given the option of where to birth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-1958842021402165179?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/1958842021402165179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=1958842021402165179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/1958842021402165179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/1958842021402165179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/10/knowledge-is-power.html' title='knowledge is power...'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-5860696850068110150</id><published>2007-09-19T22:00:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T22:17:22.865+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>words of encouragement</title><content type='html'>These two scriptures were significant leading up to Isaiah's birth and really encouraged me. God gave me a deep sense of his peace as I repeated them over and over to myself. Just wanted to share them and I guess record them for my own memory. Reading them again now, I think they are just as significant to me as encouragement for the days that lie ahead as I work out how to be a mummy to 3 little ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 139: 3 &amp;amp; 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You chart the path ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;and tell me where to stop and rest.&lt;br /&gt;Every moment you know where I am...&lt;br /&gt;You both precede and follow me,&lt;br /&gt;You place your hand of blessing on my head.&lt;br /&gt;Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,&lt;br /&gt;too great for me to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Philippians 4:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;For I can do everything with the help of Christ who gives me the strength I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God for being here with me right now, in the days that have just passed and in the days to come. I can't do this without you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-5860696850068110150?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/5860696850068110150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=5860696850068110150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/5860696850068110150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/5860696850068110150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/09/words-of-encouragement.html' title='words of encouragement'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-6080453768149005017</id><published>2007-09-19T21:47:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:56:02.865+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Psalm 100 - A psalm of thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Shout with joy to the Lord, O earth!&lt;br /&gt;    Worship the Lord with gladness.&lt;br /&gt;    Come before him, singing with joy.&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledge that the Lord is God!&lt;br /&gt;    He made us and we are his.&lt;br /&gt;    We are his people, the sheep of his pasture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter his gates with thanksgiving;&lt;br /&gt;    go into his courts with praise.&lt;br /&gt;    Give thanks to him and bless his name.&lt;br /&gt;For the Lord is good.&lt;br /&gt;    His unfailing love continues forever,&lt;br /&gt;    and his faithfulness continues to each generation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-6080453768149005017?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/6080453768149005017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=6080453768149005017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/6080453768149005017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/6080453768149005017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/09/psalm-100-psalm-of-thanksgiving.html' title='Psalm 100 - A psalm of thanksgiving'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-4318191695322176824</id><published>2007-09-18T19:33:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T16:50:15.444+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaiah'/><title type='text'>Our sweet babe's arrival - my birth story</title><content type='html'>Today our newborn son is one week old. In fact as I write this and look at the clock, I'm reminded that exactly one week ago almost to the minute, we would having parking our car in the car park at birthcare (where we delivered) and heading to the birthing suite! For those who haven't caught up here are the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have named him Isaiah Gary Toka te manawa (Isaiah pronounced I-say-ah, Gary after my dad, Toka te manawa - "contented" in Maori). He weighed in at 4555g or 10lb 1oz, was 57cm long with a head circumference of 36.5cm. I told you my baby was gonna be big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know if you had been following my previous posts, Friday 7 Sept - Sunday 9 Sept I had been having contractions at a semi regular rate. I knew they weren't just good old Braxton-Hicks contractions because they had a bit of a bite to them. Completely manageable - just no longer pain-free. These continued through Monday and by Monday night I was semi-convinced it was all on. We decided this might be our last chance to capture the preggy belly shots, so here's one of 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/Ru-bJgrL4jI/AAAAAAAAADc/FgBCedl_Gho/s1600-h/P1000450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111474689780998706" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/Ru-bJgrL4jI/AAAAAAAAADc/FgBCedl_Gho/s320/P1000450.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I texted RK (my midwife Rhondda) that contractions were regular at 10mins apart (still quite manageable) and headed to bed for an early night in preparation for what lay ahead. I was quite sure that at some point in the night I would no longer be able to sleep through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5am Tuesday 11 Sept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reuben had to make the decision about whether or not to go to work. We decided he would stay home as I was still contracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything has pretty much stopped. Me being quite keen to get it all going decided to go for a walk around the block. So out we all headed for a 30min stroll. On return home - still pretty much zero activity. I was pretty grumpy about it all by now, so we decided to send Reuben off to work and me and the girls headed out to our usual outing at playgroup in an attempt to distract myself. Text RK and tell her its all stopped. She tells me "Don't worry, it will happen soon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1.15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived home at  after dropping Isabella at Kindy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1.30pm&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the toilet and discover I've just had a show (google it if you want details of what a show is!).  Feel both nervous and excited as I never had this with the girls, and realise I must be going to be in proper labour soon enough. Text RK and she says "keep me posted"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2pm&lt;/span&gt;Contactions start again - 10mins apart and this time they are fairly uncomfortable - I want to move every time one comes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.20pm&lt;br /&gt;call Reuben who decides its time to jump on a train and come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm&lt;br /&gt;make the 10min drive to kindy to pick up Isabella. She wants to hang around and play - so I tell her we have to go because Coco is coming out today. She gets way excited and runs to her teacher Lisa to tell her Coco is coming out today. Lisa looks way confused so I - slightly embarassed - tell her that I am in labour and we need to go. Lisa gets into a panic and starts asking if I need her to look after the kids or drive us home etc etc. I say I'm okay and go to the car. Then Lisa and another one of the teachers come out to the car and frantically try to help with getting the girls strapped in, again offering all sorts of help. I again say I am okay and drive off to get Reuben from the train. I now have a massive adrenaline rush from the drama at kindy and wonder if everything is going to stop again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at train - labour hasn't stopped and I am greeted with a lovely contraction as I get out of the car to move to the passenger seat. Reuben gets his first chance to try applying pressure to my lower back - relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.35pm&lt;br /&gt;At home getting bags for me, girls and reuben all together and in to the car. Sort out food for the animals. Have to juggle car seats around to try and find best place for me to be. Eventually decide on me being in front seat, kneeling on floor, leaning over bean bag. Me fairly calm, Reuben a little less calm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4pm&lt;br /&gt;Begin journey to my parents to drop off girls. Contractions now 7mins apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Arrive parents. Contractions still 7mins. Reuben calls RK. We are wondering if we should get in the car and go to birthcare as rush hour is fast approaching and birthcare is 25mins away when there is NO traffic. She says to meet her at birthcare at 8pm unless things really heat up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Contrations about the same. Everyone having dinner at mum and dads. For some reason I am not interested in food right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.15pm&lt;br /&gt;Decide to have a shower and see how that helps me cope with pain. Is awesome relief! Love the hot shower on my back - coping really well - contractions suddenly drop to 3mins apart. I stay in the shower for 15-20mins and time contrations - yip, they are still 3mins apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.45pm&lt;br /&gt;Out of shower and tell reuben I'm at 3mins apart. He calls RK and she says - "time to come in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.00pm&lt;br /&gt;Leave for birthcare. Again a "great" trip. Reuben is doing a great job timing contractions, applying pressure to my back through contractions and driving the car. I knew there was more than one reason I have had two home births previously - contractions and car rides don't mix! On the way in I decide that I want the extra support and call my friend Kristen to ask if she can come support. She is able to come in and says she will see us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at birthcare - perfectly timed as RK drives in behind us. Great fun timing getting in and out of elevators as I have contrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.40pm&lt;br /&gt;RK checks me and I am 6cm dilated. Feel slightly cheated and wonder how much longer this will take! The birthing pool is already full and so in I get. The water is great - but almost too hot at 40 deg c. My contractions have slowed, but as I relax they start to pick up pace again and it is not long till I am concentrating hard through each one. In between contractions we chat and laugh about all sorts of amusing topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.45pm&lt;br /&gt;It all becomes a bit more serious for me as I enter transition. I just want it to be over and start telling Reuben that we are not doing this again. I get a bit grumpy but find the encouragement from everyone spurs me on and helps me concentrate. RK offers me gas but I am not sure if I want it - she tells me If I am not sure that I am better not to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.00pm&lt;br /&gt;Urge to push... roll on second stage of labour. Feels good to have something to do with each contraction. I get a bit lippy and start asking RK "can you see it yet" she replies "oh yes love" I reply with a fair amount of tone, "how much". This converstions occurs at least twice more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.20pm&lt;br /&gt;RK checks if waters have broken which they haven't. Asks me if I want her to break them. I say "no, not yet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.30pm&lt;br /&gt;waters still haven't broken and are slowing things down. RK asks again if I want her to break them. I say "yes" and wish I had said yes earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.35pm&lt;br /&gt;waters broken and I literally feel Coco come right down with next contraction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.40pm&lt;br /&gt;Head crowns and is out, shoulders are stuck. Reuben and Kristen have to help me stand up and with the next contraction I push Coco out - I am sure they heard my roar in reception! I am helped back to sitting down in the pool and handed my beautiful baby - its a second before I remember to look and there he is - my sweet baby boy. At this moment the pain is gone and Reuben and I are looking in awe at our first son - its an absolute magical moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/Ru-XmArL4eI/AAAAAAAAAC0/oD_gfQ9je8g/s1600-h/P1000455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111470781360759266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/Ru-XmArL4eI/AAAAAAAAAC0/oD_gfQ9je8g/s320/P1000455.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;welcome to the world sweet boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/Ru-XmgrL4fI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LWNIIU4IKiM/s1600-h/P1000472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111470789950693874" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/Ru-XmgrL4fI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LWNIIU4IKiM/s320/P1000472.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RK getting Isaiah all dressed for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/Ru-XmwrL4gI/AAAAAAAAADE/n1JInwcftZs/s1600-h/P1000480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111470794245661186" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/Ru-XmwrL4gI/AAAAAAAAADE/n1JInwcftZs/s320/P1000480.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About an hour or two after Isaiah was born - out of the birthing suite and getting settled into "hotel" birthcare!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/Ru-XnQrL4hI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZlL5JvJQ3xQ/s1600-h/P1000481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111470802835595794" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/Ru-XnQrL4hI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZlL5JvJQ3xQ/s320/P1000481.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and my babies - Isaiah day 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/Ru-XngrL4iI/AAAAAAAAADU/7cEyKFNwoWw/s1600-h/P1000529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111470807130563106" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/Ru-XngrL4iI/AAAAAAAAADU/7cEyKFNwoWw/s320/P1000529.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sleeping in daddys arms - Day 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-4318191695322176824?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/4318191695322176824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=4318191695322176824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/4318191695322176824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/4318191695322176824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/09/our-sweet-babes-arrival-my-birth-story.html' title='Our sweet babe&apos;s arrival - my birth story'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/Ru-bJgrL4jI/AAAAAAAAADc/FgBCedl_Gho/s72-c/P1000450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-6313395768809765780</id><published>2007-09-12T09:27:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:58:56.238+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaiah'/><title type='text'>Behold a Boy!</title><content type='html'>I have posted on my blog here &lt;a href="http://offtherecordtoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://offtherecordtoday.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; on updates of Baby Coco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-6313395768809765780?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/6313395768809765780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=6313395768809765780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/6313395768809765780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/6313395768809765780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/09/behold-boy.html' title='Behold a Boy!'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-2172610254873280924</id><published>2007-09-09T13:40:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T13:45:44.498+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy diary'/><title type='text'>Due date tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I am tired and a little teary this afternoon. I want to be in proper labour as weird as that may sound. Since Friday I have been experiencing regular contractions - the only problem is that they aren't that strong and therefore I am not really in labour - just "early labour" which can go on for days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this please pray it would all heat up soon and become the real thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-2172610254873280924?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/2172610254873280924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=2172610254873280924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/2172610254873280924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/2172610254873280924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/09/due-date-tomorrow.html' title='Due date tomorrow'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-1469356375764879951</id><published>2007-09-06T20:36:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T21:08:48.447+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy diary'/><title type='text'>3 days till due date...</title><content type='html'>I'm hoping this might be the last post before a sweet new babe makes its anticiapted arrival. Went to see Rhondda our midwife today. Coco is completely engaged at D3. (Midwife talk...) In her words he/she can't get any lower. And even though Coco is right down, I am measuring 43cms. Basically that means Coco is BIG and there is NO ROOOM  LEFT!! Come out little baby!!! The really annoying thing is that because I am tall, I guess I don't look huge to some people.  A woman at the playgroup I go too kindly informed me that I am actually "small". I just smiled sweetly and told her if she put this belly on someone who is average height, they would probably fall over! My body is def at its limit, rolling over in bed is a slow painful process - I am sure I wake Reuben every time I have to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Isabella and Hannah sense big changes as they have been much more cuddly in the last couple of weeks. I am going to try and make the most of these last few babyless days to spend time with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now its off to bed to have some energy for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-1469356375764879951?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/1469356375764879951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=1469356375764879951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/1469356375764879951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/1469356375764879951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/09/3-days-till-due-date.html' title='3 days till due date...'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-1039859918259064082</id><published>2007-08-28T16:47:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T16:48:25.801+12:00</updated><title type='text'>hot off the press</title><content type='html'>Antoinette is not in labour anymore! Aria Charlotte, born an hour ago - yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-1039859918259064082?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/1039859918259064082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=1039859918259064082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/1039859918259064082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/1039859918259064082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/08/hot-off-press.html' title='hot off the press'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-6635473861592269646</id><published>2007-08-28T16:22:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T16:38:53.231+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy diary'/><title type='text'>And then there was one...</title><content type='html'>Over the past 2mths there has been a wee group of family and friends all having babies. I will be the last in a line of 6 to give birth. First off the mark was friend Kylie who had a little boy - Asher - then my sister in law Marilyn who also had a boy - Issac - then a friend Amy who had another boy - Ethan - then Kristen (whose birth I was at) who had a girl - Raegan - and today my good friend Antoinette (who is currently in labour) will be having a girl who I believe they are going to name Aria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that leaves me. 38.5 wks pregnant and feeling quite ready to be done with being pregnant. I am holding on though I think for our wardrobe to be completed so that the clothes and wardrobe stuff currently taking up residence in our lounge and babies room can be put away. And then the chest of drawers can be exited from our bedroom to make way for the bassinet. All a bit last minute I know but it will be great once its done! And big ups to Josh our American import across the road who has been such a trouper lending his building skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully will get some preggy shots and might post them if they look okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midwife visit again in two days and hopefully she will encourage labour along for me! maybe baby shots will be appearing soon??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-6635473861592269646?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/6635473861592269646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=6635473861592269646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/6635473861592269646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/6635473861592269646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-then-there-was-one.html' title='And then there was one...'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-3295452976246680390</id><published>2007-08-13T22:02:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T16:41:30.357+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy diary'/><title type='text'>counting down</title><content type='html'>As of today, I am 36wks and 3 days pregnant. My belly is far bigger than what it ever was with either Isabella or Hannah - in fact someone said to me questioningly on Saturday just been "Twins?" - I replied, "No." He then said, "A boy then?" I replied, "maybe?". Of course if you remember back to a post at the beginning of this pregnancy you may remember that I had a dream I was carrying twins (and also a dream that it was a boy). I actually asked Rhonda our midwife at our appointment last week whether she was sure there weren't two in there. She was fairly certain there's just one - although she did comment that there isn't much room left in there (my belly), that she could see me coming 2wks early (who can really predict these things though), and that she thinks this baby will be a biggy (in the 9 - 10lb range). I say thats okay - as long as it doesn't have a big head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since thurday both me and reuben think that I have dropped (that is Coco has snuggled right down into my pelvis). I'm not choking to breathe so much when I sit down now, I certainly need to pee all the time, and I feel like I have a watermelon between my legs! Saturday night also heralded my first what you could call false labour - regular contractions that amounted to nothing after 90mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been meaning to pack my bags for my "hotel" birthcare experience for the last 4 days. Reuben got out the suitcase from under the bed tonight, and Coco's clothes are out and I have at least written a list of what to take. It all feels a bit foreign having to pack a bag to give birth given the girls were both born at home. However, if the labour is a fast one this time, Rhonda will come to us at home. Next visit is on Thurday where will do the "birthplan" yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was only intended as a quick update so i will now say goodnight and head off to brush my teeth - hopefully I will beat my husband to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-3295452976246680390?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/3295452976246680390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=3295452976246680390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/3295452976246680390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/3295452976246680390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/08/counting-down.html' title='counting down'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-2707601371559997506</id><published>2007-08-08T13:27:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T14:19:33.725+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>Can you believe it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.apn.co.nz/webcontent/image/jpg/nia.land.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://media.apn.co.nz/webcontent/image/jpg/nia.land.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past two weeks New Zealanders have been sickened to hear the abuse and torture endured by 3yr old Nia Glassie. Used as a wrestling toy, tied to the clothesline and spun till she flew off, placed in a tumble drier and other awful things at the hands of her extended family. My own tears streamed as I watched and listened to the news reports. Her broken body gave up on Friday just gone when she died in Aucklands Starship hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lobby groups For the Sake of Our Children and Family First organised a 3min silent protest today at 12:12pm (&lt;a href="http://www.nzherald.co.nz/section/1/story.cfm?c_id=1&amp;amp;objectid=10456445"&gt;read about it here...&lt;/a&gt;) Family First spokesman Bob McCoskrie said the three minutes represented "the three short years" of Nia's life, and the time mirrored the 12 children who died from child abuse each year in New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;...But Awa said engaging in korero (talk) and singing songs was a more appropriate approach. "The silence proposed by a coalition of non-Maori organisations is counter-productive," Mr Tautoko said. Awa is advocating "whanau-based solutions" to violence in Maori communities and said people who made noise would send a clearer message of support to those communities. "We have had many non-Maori broadcasting what they think is wrong with Maori people and whanau in the last week," Mr Tautoko said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"While we appreciate their concern, non-Maori need to recognise the following fundamentals: this is not a Maori problem, so much as it is a colonisation problem, and Maori communities must lead the development of solutions."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        quote taken from NZ Herald (same article as above link) 8/8/07&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head and rolled my eyes at Awa's response. Get it together - your both trying to highlight the same issue! Silence or noise - be united! Its not a fight of Maori vs non-Maori anti abuse groups - Its a fight against child abuse in the interests of saving more of our children from suffering such abuse as Nia endured. Its not only Maori children who suffer child abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&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/25095059-2707601371559997506?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/2707601371559997506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=2707601371559997506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/2707601371559997506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/2707601371559997506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/08/can-you-believe-it.html' title='Can you believe it...'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-6294470008100973870</id><published>2007-07-27T15:13:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T20:21:51.228+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bit on me'/><title type='text'>Childbirth and fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RqmpTJ-9qWI/AAAAAAAAACs/Vg4UWr_ygmo/s1600-h/Copy+of+P4300036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RqmpTJ-9qWI/AAAAAAAAACs/Vg4UWr_ygmo/s200/Copy+of+P4300036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091787000281672034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It never ceases to amaze me the way people hold such varied views on labour and birth. I was most prompted to write this post after reading a few different comments on &lt;a href="http://karlascrazylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karla's blog&lt;/a&gt;.  I guess this portays a highly medicalised, american view of the whole thing. I simply say American cause Karla is American &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my best friend who is also amercian goes completely against this stereotype I have to say having trialled a homebirth with her first birth - sadly Rhys was posterior and rebelled against coming out the  natural way. Her second birth resulted in a drug free natural delivery of a 10lb 2oz baby girl)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The thing that gets me the most is the intense fear that so many women seem to have towards childbirth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The fear of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The fear of "something" going wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The fear of being out of control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The fear of the unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;For an educated society there seems to be a whole lack of education about the whole process I have to say. We believe overall (as a western society) that hospital is the safest place to be to give birth. For a woman who has a normal pregnancy with no indications of potential complications, this simply isn't true. Fear leads to anxiety, leads to tension, leads to a decreased capacity to cope and an increase in pain felt, which then only perpetuates the cycle... There is such a thing called the cascade of intervention. When doctors intervene in what should be a nat&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ural process it is no wonder that more and more procedures are required to get a baby delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this as an example. A womans labour is medically induced.  It means that an IV line needs to be placed&lt;/span&gt; in the womans arm. It means that the baby is likely to be closely monitored involving the mother having to lie on a bed - which then means freedom to move and find the bodies most comfortable position for labouring is way limited. The drugs used to induce labour result in contractions stronger and more intense than if natural labour had occured... and this leads to a much increased likelihood of pain relief being used - in particular an epidural, which then comes with its own risks. Afterall having a needle inserted into ones spinal column has its dangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of being confined to a bed being monitored, numb or at least partially numb from the waist down from an epidural, unable to use gravity and their own sense of where they are at with their labour, lends this woman to being at the mercy of the the judgements of the medical staff attending her - in my mind, completely disempowered. At this point the chance of having an emergency caesarean is greatly increased - not really suprising is it! And of course caesareans which we seem to view more and more as preferable to pushing, come with the risks that all major surgerys carry - we seem to forget this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;childbirth IS painful (at least in my experience)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sometimes things go wrong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;but with support of a caring husband, midwife, and friends and lots of reading/knowledge of the birth process and other peoples positve experiences there doesn't need to be a fear of any of those things I listed at the top of this post. Childbirth is an amazing thing which we as women are privileged to experience (don't remind me of that comment of course when I am in labour!) It's the only painful experience I can recall that results in an amazing reward at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remain open to accepting medical assistance should that become absolutley necessary, but I look towards my impending labour and delivery and silently affirm my strength and ability as a woman to do what the billions of women before me have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now step down from my soap box...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. the photo at the top of the post is just after giving birth to Isabella. She is probably minutes old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-6294470008100973870?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/6294470008100973870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=6294470008100973870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/6294470008100973870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/6294470008100973870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/07/childbirth-and-fear.html' title='Childbirth and fear'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RqmpTJ-9qWI/AAAAAAAAACs/Vg4UWr_ygmo/s72-c/Copy+of+P4300036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-8560745323365913611</id><published>2007-07-23T22:00:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:38:49.270+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><title type='text'>update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RqR9-J-9qSI/AAAAAAAAACM/GONq59upves/s1600-h/P1000403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RqR9-J-9qSI/AAAAAAAAACM/GONq59upves/s320/P1000403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090331985620871458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Isabella is officially fully toilet trained - I am so excited! I won't go into details for sake of her privacy. She is a very private, sensitive little thing who insists on locking the door and being by herself on each visit to the royal room. Let me just say I am thrilled to now have only one daughter needing nappy attention during the day (at least for the next 7-9 weeks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is changing so rapidly and this has been even more evident since she started kindy. Everything is replied to with a "why mummy?" Incredibly inquisitve and follows up with some very intelligent comments and questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RqSCh5-9qTI/AAAAAAAAACU/fI7V8gDRVco/s1600-h/P1000324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RqSCh5-9qTI/AAAAAAAAACU/fI7V8gDRVco/s320/P1000324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090336997847705906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Hannah is such a darling, and comes out with hilarious comments and facials. One of the ones that make me laugh the most are when I put her ear drops in or wipe her butt (at nappy time) with a cold cloth... she puts on this funny face, shivers and says "dats weally told mama" (translation - that's really cold mama). The other one is after she fills her nappy, she comes up to either me or Reuben and says... "I done poooooos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RqSCiZ-9qUI/AAAAAAAAACc/z8z4fLWTxys/s1600-h/P1000315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RqSCiZ-9qUI/AAAAAAAAACc/z8z4fLWTxys/s320/P1000315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090337006437640514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to pop in this pic of Reuben and the girls, cause its cute and they have so much fun together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RqSCi5-9qVI/AAAAAAAAACk/2Avdgeud6Bs/s1600-h/P1000406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RqSCi5-9qVI/AAAAAAAAACk/2Avdgeud6Bs/s320/P1000406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090337015027575122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one here is when we had a sleep out in the lounge a couple of weeks back. We toasted marshmellows in the fireplace and then put the girls to bed on mattresses on the floor in sleeping bags. Sadly they actually didn't last the night out there and we had to transfer them both back to bed at about 10pm. Kind of cool having a wee family night though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other exciting thing for me recently was being at my close friend Kristens birth - at least at her daughter Raegans birth. It was quick and intense and drug free. There is something amazing about seeing a new life being born, you can never really get over the mystery of it I don't think. It all brought it a bit closer to home for me though. In 7-9wks that's me! Thinking positive thoughts right now cause I know I can do it - again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now - seeing Rhondda tomorrow (midwife) so maybe an update will follow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-8560745323365913611?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/8560745323365913611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=8560745323365913611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/8560745323365913611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/8560745323365913611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/07/update.html' title='update...'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RqR9-J-9qSI/AAAAAAAAACM/GONq59upves/s72-c/P1000403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-5972603355776016925</id><published>2007-07-10T21:24:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:23:18.883+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bit on me'/><title type='text'>Two months to go... and the increase of capacity</title><content type='html'>...and a month of no space to blog. It has been a hard month into my third trimester. Being pregnant third time round is a definite step up to the first pregnancy. Which brings me to a point of thought I have again pondered on occasion over the past 4 wks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to graciously allow a friend without children to care for my kids for... lets say for a full day, wake up to bedtime... I'm sure that by the end of it that friend would graciously hand them back and thank me for providing them with the best form of contraception available. Now I think my kids are actually pretty good generally. The fact is though that full time care of a3yr old and 21mth old (although immensely rewarding) is particularly draining at times. Add to that being pregnant and you pretty much have a recipe for exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the concept of increasing capacity comes into play. If you take the example of building aerobic capacity. An untrained person can build their ability to run further and faster by training. Starting off they may last only 5 minutes in a run, but by training regularly every week, over a period of months, it is possible to build the aerobic capacity to run a marathon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I relate this concept of building capacity to motherhood I see how my capacity has grown significantly already. I remember back to when Isabella was born. Everything was new, the sleep deprivation overwhelming, her first week of life the longest I have ever experienced! And shortly there will be three. When push comes to shove, I am far from the perfect mummy. I yell at my kids sometimes and have had to apologise to them on many occasions. I have much to learn and its a pity you don't get to practice parenting before the real thing. But I know that my capacity for doing the (IMHO) most important job in the world is growing and will continue to do so. When I begin to feel overwhelmed at the prospect of what will be in a short 9wks, I can remember that with God's help my capacity will increase once again. I am already gleaning training tips from friends who are walking this path with me and hopefully I can pass on to others what I learn as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unpack it further if you like, Capacity and its ability to grow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different tack, I am thinking at this point in time that Coco is a boy, and we have a first name picked and ready to roll. I guess time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-5972603355776016925?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/5972603355776016925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=5972603355776016925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/5972603355776016925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/5972603355776016925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/07/two-months-to-go-and-increase-of.html' title='Two months to go... and the increase of capacity'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-4280893341288016705</id><published>2007-06-12T08:41:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T08:57:06.110+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>27 weeks + 4</title><content type='html'>well, almost into the third trimester now. I know that these last 3 mths are going to fly by and there is still much to be done! Coco's room still has the girls toys in it (it has been their playroom since easter when they moved in together).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a couple of names picked for a boy, but at this stage absolutely nothing for a girl. I still swing to what sex I think the baby is. Some of my friends checked out the scan last week - but still, who knows! Kristen thinks I should of just found out, maybe I should of... the way my belly feels like its exploding, I still wonder occasionally if there's not two in there and the scanner just missed it! Isabella takes delight in looking at and touching my "fat tummy". I try to explain thats not quite the way to describe a ladies belly, I'm just hoping she doesn't go up to some other woman and tell her she has a "fat tummy"... Hannah knows exactly where Coco is when we ask her. She runs over, pulls up my top and either gives my tummy a kiss or points to it. We bought this cute book the other day called "Theres a house in my mummy". The girls love it and I think it has helped them understand a little better what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better go, as Hannah is currently pulling off her pyjamas and I'm sure it won't be long till the nappy comes off also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-4280893341288016705?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/4280893341288016705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=4280893341288016705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/4280893341288016705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/4280893341288016705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/06/27-weeks-4.html' title='27 weeks + 4'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-8116641302205072998</id><published>2007-05-23T17:19:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T17:51:51.664+12:00</updated><title type='text'>update... 24wks + 5 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pregnancy.org/images/pregnancy/pregnancycalendar/25sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.pregnancy.org/images/pregnancy/pregnancycalendar/25sleeping.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I haven't managed to get to blogging for a couple of weeks now it seems. One thing or another seems to have stopped me. I had been feeling great. This big burst of energy that was allowing me to function again almost like normal! However, the tiredness began to increase again about two-three weeks ago. Coincedentally I also felt like my belly had suddenly undergone some rapid expansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Rhondda (our midwife) yesterday. My last visit was 5wks ago. Up until that visit I was measuring bang on for my weeks. Yesterday she measured my belly and announced that I was measuring 28wks. So if Coco has had a big growth spurt I guess that accounts for the tiredness and my HUGE appeptite at the moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pregnancy.org/pregnancy/fetaldevelopment2.php#week25"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Week Twenty-Five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="manet"&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The structures of the spine begin to form&lt;/b&gt; -- joints, ligaments and rings. These will protect the all important spinal cord which serves as the information transmitter for your child's body. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blood vessels of the lungs develop&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your baby's nostrils begin to open&lt;/b&gt;. There is a study out of Belfast that suggests babies at this stage have the capability of scent preferences! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The&lt;b&gt; nerves around the mouth and lip area are showing more sensitivity&lt;/b&gt; now. When baby is rooting for food later on, these will be valuable! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;His swallowing reflexes are developing&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dexterity is improving&lt;/b&gt;. Your baby can make a fist and would clasp objects placed in palm. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your child has now obtained an approximate length of &lt;b&gt;13.6 inches (34.6cm) and weighs 1.46 pound (660gm)&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Reuben is out doing a consulting job tonight after work - hopefully he will be home soon and can read our sweethearts their bedtime story. Hopefully for mama he will be bringing home some &lt;a href="http://www.burgerfuel.com/"&gt;burger fuel&lt;/a&gt; (care of the business! yay). I could really go a chignition pear burger, kumara fries and chocolate malt right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-8116641302205072998?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/8116641302205072998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=8116641302205072998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/8116641302205072998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/8116641302205072998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/05/update-24wks-5-days.html' title='update... 24wks + 5 days'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-5535660962414163938</id><published>2007-05-07T20:12:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T20:15:52.812+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bit on me'/><title type='text'>new name</title><content type='html'>I am aware that in a short 18wks my blogs name will be invalid. I will no longer be a mama to 2, but a mama to 3. "mama to 3 (and counting)" just seems a bit silly and then I might have to change it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyone got any bright ideas for a blog rename???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-5535660962414163938?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/5535660962414163938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=5535660962414163938' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/5535660962414163938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/5535660962414163938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-name.html' title='new name'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-3885649609532204836</id><published>2007-05-02T22:41:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T22:46:42.062+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Two sweet girls at Matauri Bay Jan 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s1600-h/P600+%2815%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059912929458191650" 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/25095059-3885649609532204836?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/3885649609532204836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=3885649609532204836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/3885649609532204836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/3885649609532204836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/05/two-sweet-girls-at-matauri-bay-jan-07.html' title='Two sweet girls at Matauri Bay Jan 07'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s72-c/P600+%2815%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-425206486084653747</id><published>2007-04-30T11:00:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:33:59.605+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bit on me'/><title type='text'>Isabella's 3rd birthday and the week that was</title><content type='html'>I have to say that last week was particulaly hideous. Sunday morning (22 April) Isabella starts vomiting - and continues to do so for the rest of the day. I conceed that it is best for me and the girls not to go to church but send Reuben off at about 1pm as there are guest artists coming to play and he really needs to be there. Lots of fun cleaning up the continual spews with 18mth old Hannah "helping" me as much as she can. Monday sees Isabella wiped out and unable to attend her official first day of kindy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say Monday night cue Hannah starts vomiting about 8pm... and continues to do so for the rest of the night, finishing off at about 5am Tuesday. Sadly for her mother, Hannah seems to require no down time to recover and is as full of beans as ever. Her mother however feels like death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday and Thursday I feel particularly bad, but thankfully no vomiting. Sadly all of Wednesdays outings are canned (being ANZAC day - a public holiday in NZ) and we continue to try and recover while Reuben does accounts all day at the computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, joy, joy, Reuben starts vomiting and does so for rest of the night. He is then in sick/recovery mode for the following two days (at least). Saturday sees me freaking out about getting prepared for Isabella's party the next day while attending a wedding for most of the day. I prayed hard that day for lots of patience and compassion for my dealings with both my babies and husband... God really supplied my need that day with two friends being true angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen did all my grocery shopping for the party prior to getting herself ready for the wedding (And then another quick shop on sunday morning). Truly, there would've been no food yesterday without her help. Then saturday night as I faced cleaning my home and icing the birthday cake it all went to custard again. Feeling utterly exhausted, the decorating sets pretty much disintergrated. A phone call to my neighbour Tiffany provided me with angel number 2. She came over, cake decorating set in hand, showed me how to put it all together and then set to attacking the piles of dishes in the sink. I did lament to God prior to her arrival how I wished for a dishwasher - and oh how he provided for me that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think the cake turned out that bad afterall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and dad, I hope you like these pics - Isabella and the rest of the whanau missed you guys yesterday! Hope you are enjoying Athens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjbVKDLC_OI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q99c6Px68J8/s1600-h/Dora+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjbVKDLC_OI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q99c6Px68J8/s320/Dora+cake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059465600024378594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isabellas birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;Dora the Explorer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjbVKTLC_PI/AAAAAAAAABs/ESX79cRqucs/s1600-h/P1000277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjbVKTLC_PI/AAAAAAAAABs/ESX79cRqucs/s320/P1000277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059465604319345906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;blowing out the candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjbVJjLC_NI/AAAAAAAAABc/O-t5vSnHtpc/s1600-h/bella+opening+pressie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjbVJjLC_NI/AAAAAAAAABc/O-t5vSnHtpc/s320/bella+opening+pressie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059465591434443986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;opening one of her birthday presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjbVKjLC_QI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lpUd7TFJ0hs/s1600-h/P1000282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjbVKjLC_QI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lpUd7TFJ0hs/s320/P1000282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059465608614313218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;talk about a lucky little girl with generous aunties and uncles, grandparents and even gt grandparents! This pic especially for you mum and dad (grandma and grandpop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today sees Reuben at home for another recovery day and fun with Isabella enjoying her real birthday day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coco now 21 wks - over half way! Lots of movements and I feel quite certain at present that it is another girl. This is a complete swing from 1st trimester when I felt certain it was a boy... I guess we will know in 19wks!&lt;br /&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/25095059-425206486084653747?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/425206486084653747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=425206486084653747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/425206486084653747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/425206486084653747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/04/isabellas-3rd-birthday-and-week-that.html' title='Isabella&apos;s 3rd birthday and the week that was'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjbVKDLC_OI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q99c6Px68J8/s72-c/Dora+cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-7901892372596186272</id><published>2007-04-30T10:31:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T11:03:53.215+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Isabella's 1st day at Kindy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjUc2TLC_MI/AAAAAAAAABU/wuwV7aVLehc/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjUc2TLC_MI/AAAAAAAAABU/wuwV7aVLehc/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th April last week, Isabella opened an early birthday present from Mummy and Daddy (her new big girl kindy bag). We packed a change of clothes, a drink and her snack box, then off we set to KINDY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is doing really well and loves going. It is such a great kindy with lovely teachers and a super environment. She's still building confidence though and hopefully soon she will be happy to say goodbye to mama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today is officially her 3rd birthday. Photos and a fresh post to follow!&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&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/25095059-7901892372596186272?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/7901892372596186272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=7901892372596186272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/7901892372596186272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/7901892372596186272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/04/isabellas-1st-day-at-kindy.html' title='Isabella&apos;s 1st day at Kindy'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjUc2TLC_MI/AAAAAAAAABU/wuwV7aVLehc/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-1198535687836329639</id><published>2007-04-20T21:05:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:43:43.280+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma'/><title type='text'>Today I baked scones.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RiiKIJd4zwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZmXbAU9SODk/s1600-h/P600+%28247%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RiiKIJd4zwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZmXbAU9SODk/s320/P600+%28247%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055442454308245250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I might make them plain but as I mixed the flour, baking powder and salt I realised I had to add sultanas to the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite appropriate. It is just one of the many things I remember Grandma for, and today is an important day to remember. Today marks &lt;a href="http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/04/shes-gone.html"&gt;one year&lt;/a&gt; since we lost her. Things have definitely changed since she hasn't been here. Extended family dynamics being just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was never elderly to me. Never like some other peoples grandparents who seem old and fragile. Her first trip to hospital aside from childbirth was in 2004 for a hip replacement - she wore it out from simply being too active! For goodness sake! she was playing tennis. dancing, going on trips overseas with her friends, doing heaps in the community and with her church pretty much until the cancer took her energy and strength (and that was only a few months before she died). She knew what was going on in all of our lives because she took an active interest. Hannah was born in Oct '05 just before she was properly diagnosed - she couldn't stop apologising that she couldn't be there with me to help with the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her, we miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RiiSWJd4zyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ppPMfZ4dhtE/s1600-h/1001+%2839%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RiiSWJd4zyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ppPMfZ4dhtE/s320/1001+%2839%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055451490919436066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isabella 10wks being held by her gt grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RiiSVpd4zxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/s8l8D4v02RA/s1600-h/13_1268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RiiSVpd4zxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/s8l8D4v02RA/s320/13_1268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055451482329501458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah 4wks, Isabella 18mths with their gt grandma&lt;br /&gt;taken at Stanmore Bay 8/11/05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RiiTtJd4z2I/AAAAAAAAABM/1fYce8Hah2k/s1600-h/P200+%2814%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RiiTtJd4z2I/AAAAAAAAABM/1fYce8Hah2k/s320/P200+%2814%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055452985568055138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah 3 1/2mths&lt;br /&gt;22 Jan 06 at Stanmore Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RiiSWpd4z0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/_pxwalVjag0/s1600-h/P200+%2822%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RiiSWpd4z0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/_pxwalVjag0/s320/P200+%2822%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055451499509370690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A precious moment for Isabella (21mths) and her gt grandma&lt;br /&gt;22 Jan 06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RiiSW5d4z1I/AAAAAAAAABE/1ug2JyXJrBs/s1600-h/P200+%2818%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RiiSW5d4z1I/AAAAAAAAABE/1ug2JyXJrBs/s320/P200+%2818%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055451503804338002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and my Grandma at the beach house&lt;br /&gt;22 Jan 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and to add to the mix of today being a day of remembering, we saw Coco at our 20wk ultrasound. How beautiful to see your child (kind of) for the first time. We also saw Coco on the screen at his or her actual size. Coco's little body currently would fit into the palm of my hand with her little legs dangling over the edge of my fingers. How I wished to take him out and cuddle him then pop him back inside. Everything looking wonderfully healthy and when asked if we wanted to know the sex of our baby I turned to Reuben... He replied... "no", and that was that.&lt;br /&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/25095059-1198535687836329639?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/1198535687836329639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=1198535687836329639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/1198535687836329639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/1198535687836329639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-i-baked-scones.html' title='Today I baked scones.'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RiiKIJd4zwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZmXbAU9SODk/s72-c/P600+%28247%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-5501058475626611218</id><published>2007-04-18T21:40:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:06:04.145+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bit on me'/><title type='text'>My Visual DNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#3D3932" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#3D3932&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1F575B0E.jpeg&amp;c1=creativity pouring out reagardless of age or skill&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-244E413D.jpeg&amp;c2=immersed in music, soaking into my soul...&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3246D42F.jpeg&amp;c3=something new and fresh&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_57EDBD35.jpeg&amp;c4=camping at the beach, I dont need to say more&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A0F44BD.jpeg&amp;c5=you are beautiful... and you want to stick yourself??&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1AF7A965.jpeg&amp;c6=unconditional love&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5BFB07FF.jpeg&amp;c7=sweet tooth cravings!&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_42E67A46.jpeg&amp;c8=simple, unclutterd retreat&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_631B702E.jpeg&amp;c9=relax, unwind, sun, warmth, summer, beach&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_62BEF7F2.jpeg&amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1121B912.jpeg&amp;c11=family, sun, beach, water, love&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1D8228ED.jpeg&amp;c12=cant you feel that creamy smoothy&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_4F9C0EDC.jpeg&amp;c13=childhood memories - beach, Stanmore Bay&amp;moodlabel=EASY RIDER &amp;lovelabel=HOME SOUL&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;habitslabel=NEW WAVE PURITAN&amp;uid=216618-aa77&amp;srv=iwebhd6" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=216618-aa77&amp;srv=iwebhd6" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&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/25095059-5501058475626611218?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/5501058475626611218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=5501058475626611218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/5501058475626611218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/5501058475626611218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-visual-dna.html' title='My Visual DNA'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-5813933950296847849</id><published>2007-04-17T20:21:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:24:08.028+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy diary'/><title type='text'>19 wks + 2</title><content type='html'>Coco is 25cms from head to toes, and is filling up all the space from my pelvis to my belly button. Right on track. Little heart beating just fine and we will see you on the big screen in 3 sleeps!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-5813933950296847849?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/5813933950296847849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=5813933950296847849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/5813933950296847849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/5813933950296847849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/04/19-wks-2.html' title='19 wks + 2'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-5227300529420184994</id><published>2007-04-10T21:51:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:03:43.895+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy diary'/><title type='text'>18wks + 2 days. Sex or not?</title><content type='html'>Due to have a scan this week or next. Big question is - do we find out what sex we are having?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning sickness gone, energy returning. nesting instinct kicking in big time! Monday we moved Hannah into Isabella's room so this is their second night together. Isabella has such a soft little heart and sings to Hannah, or reads her books to stop her crying once we have turned out the light. It's funny to hear them giggling together in their respective beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost half way and baby will be here - crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Coco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="406"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 10px; color: rgb(51, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;" width="326"&gt; &lt;p&gt;At this stage your baby begins to form permanent teeth buds, behind the  special milk teeth buds that have already formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernix caseosa forms on  your baby's skin. Vernix is a white cheesy substance that protects your baby's  skin from its aquatic environment.  Imagine how your skin would look if you sat  in water for nine months! The placenta continues to grow and nourish the baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your baby is physically active and can now twist, swim and change  positions - if you haven't felt it yet, don't worry - some women don't feel  anything for a few weeks yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="406"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-size: 10px; color: rgb(51, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your  baby is starting to become aware of sounds outside the uterus, you may feel the  baby startle at loud unexpected noises. Some people also believe that babies  respond to soothing music, and their mother's voice while still in the uterus. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats from the little treasures web site. Could feel Coco doing flips the other night which was pretty cool. Coco is a bit over 20cm in length now or her "crown-rump" length (head to butt) is 14.2cm. She weighs approx 190gms. Don't you wish you could take her out just to look at her (and then put her back of course!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-5227300529420184994?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/5227300529420184994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=5227300529420184994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/5227300529420184994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/5227300529420184994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/04/18wks-2-days-sex-or-not_10.html' title='18wks + 2 days. Sex or not?'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-3981300145262576430</id><published>2007-04-07T22:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T23:12:21.278+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babes n bellies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feminism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abortion'/><title type='text'>Children... The enemy?</title><content type='html'>I read an article the other day which had some interesting thoughts. I thought I'd share... what do you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;...In the beginning of the womens movement many battles were fought and won worldwide as women pursued the right to vote as equal citizens. After women claimed the victory to vote, the womens movement turned to fight for other causes. Until the mid twentieth century women were expected by society to work primarily in the home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the real devastating war began when women realised they would never be able to attain equality with men until they were granted reproductive freedom. Birth control became popular and finally women were able to have some control over reproduction... the sexual revolution ensued... children became the enemy in the fight for womens rights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Feminists proclaimed that its the children who ultimately keep women from experiencing true independence. To become a mother is to become a slave, forfeiting ones work, education, career, wealth and recognition for the sake of raising children... children, likened to parasites, as they leach the life out of women  and prevent women from embracing any dream that lies beyond the front door. All along it was motherhood that kept women from experiencing true equality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Unborn children were the easiest enemies to eliminate, and every legal abortion became a victory in the march for womens rights... every empty home and empty womb became a tribute to feminism... But it is her own unborn child who sheds his blood for the freedom of the mother that he will never know. Is it not wretched that children die so women may advance in freedom? And women continue to fight to keep abortion on demand legal... Is this war truly worthy of the innocent blood of unborn children? How have women come to see their own babies as evil tyrants deserving of death?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sarah Brown&lt;br /&gt;published in "Above Rubies" issue seventy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/25095059-3981300145262576430?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/3981300145262576430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=3981300145262576430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/3981300145262576430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/3981300145262576430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/04/feminism-children-abortion.html' title='Children... The enemy?'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-3748347856272194482</id><published>2007-03-30T21:14:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T21:33:20.826+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy diary'/><title type='text'>16 wks + 6 days - my first spews!</title><content type='html'>As the many pregnancy web sites and books state, I am now in my second trimester - the honey moon period. I must say I had been feeling a little less exhausted and the nausea had gone. I was stunned to have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; vomited once this time - how blessed I felt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this morning (perhaps Coco wanted to just reassure me he is still growing strong?) after breakfast off I trot to the toilet for vomit #1. Following I clean myself up and have a couple of pieces of toast. Still not feeling 100% I hop onto the couch and build block towers with my girls. I also stop to call Reuben and celebrate my first spew (strange as it was) of this pregnancy. Not much longer and I'm off to the toilet again (after distracting the girls with a DVD) for spew #2. Feeling quite poorly and sad for myself now I call Reuben again and he says he is able to come home... picture Vania looking much relieved. Off I hop to bed for the afternoon for a period of much desired rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fairly sure it was just the dreaded morning sickness - but how strange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other point of note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days of tummy sleeping are counting down. I can feel that little firm bulge pushing out and its starting to become uncomfortable. This is quite a tragedy for me as I am a real tummy sleeper (with head to the right). The time is fast approaching when once again our bed will become reuben, vania and an accumulation of pillows (poor reuben!). Once I hit this stage I long for the day the baby is out and I can revert to happy sleep once again!... sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-3748347856272194482?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/3748347856272194482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=3748347856272194482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/3748347856272194482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/3748347856272194482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/03/16-wks-6-days-my-first-spews.html' title='16 wks + 6 days - my first spews!'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-1916842658896873198</id><published>2007-03-27T22:30:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:50:03.283+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>please pray for Willow's family</title><content type='html'>Reuben went to work on Monday morning to hear news that the grand daughter of his big boss was killed on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willow turned three in December. On Sunday, Willow, went to visit her grandparents house along with her 7-yr and baby siblings. Her dad got out of the car to check if they were home which they weren't. Without his knowledge, Willow got out of the car and walked around behind it. He then got back in the car and without realising she wasn't there reversed the car, running her over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willow died at the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pray for her dad who not only has lost his baby girl, but will forever live with the knowledge of what happened 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pray for her mum and the indescribable pain she must be experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pray for their marriage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pray for her siblings, especially Willow's 7-yr old sister who has told her parents it is her fault beacuse she didn't tell daddy that Willow had gotten out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pray for Willow as (I believe) she is in the arms of the Father as I write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never met Willow, or her parents, or any of her family, but I continue to cry for her yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I just ask you to pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-1916842658896873198?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/1916842658896873198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=1916842658896873198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/1916842658896873198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/1916842658896873198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/03/please-pray-for-willows-family.html' title='please pray for Willow&apos;s family'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-6091074660379450684</id><published>2007-03-22T07:56:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T08:07:10.163+12:00</updated><title type='text'>off to se Rhonda (take two)</title><content type='html'>I had a sneaky feeling that Tuesdays appointment would be changed and I got a text from Rhonda at 9.30am Tuesday to swap the appt to today. So off we will all toddle this afternoon for our 2.30 appt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight we are (Reuben and I that is) going out on a date. We are doing babysitting swaps with nearby friends so that both couples can get some time out. Have no idea where we will go at this stage, and I just hope our kidssettle to bed well tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk soon with baby update&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-6091074660379450684?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/6091074660379450684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=6091074660379450684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/6091074660379450684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/6091074660379450684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/03/off-to-se-rhonda-take-two.html' title='off to se Rhonda (take two)'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-5932644793701835806</id><published>2007-03-20T08:00:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T08:12:28.178+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy diary'/><title type='text'>off to se Rhonda (15wks + 2)</title><content type='html'>Rhonda is our wonderful midwife amd today we are off to see her for our second antenatal visit (that is if she isn't at another birth or so other emergency). Felt one good firm kick this morning. I can really feel the shape of Coco's body at times - especially when I have been lying on my side and then roll back to my back - His/her body is jsut right there on one side of my tummy. Never had the experience of feeling the body this early with Isabella and Hannah. I told Rhonda I had a dream it was twins and she laughed and told me she thought I was a little too well for twins! I am much bigger this time apparently because it is baby 3.  Oh, and I had a big burst of energy yesterday - so much so that I got all the washing folded and away (there was a lot!), dishes done, vaccumed, and picked up all the clothes, toys etc littering the floor, while watching/playing with two small girls. Needless to say I was kind of wasted by the time Reuben got home. Lucky for me he is such a good cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I may update tonight after we are back from our visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-5932644793701835806?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/5932644793701835806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=5932644793701835806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/5932644793701835806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/5932644793701835806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/03/off-to-se-rhonda-15wks-2.html' title='off to se Rhonda (15wks + 2)'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-5530244170761996020</id><published>2007-03-18T09:43:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T07:53:36.433+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>yay for Coralee and Alex</title><content type='html'>My sister and her boyfriend Alex got engaged yesterday. So happy and excited for you both and glad that I get another cool brother! This photo I have shamelessly copied from Alexs' blog - it was taken just after she said "yes!"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqQlb8YeGtM/Rf6I20SMdzI/AAAAAAAAACI/E8HC_8uJYGw/s400/17032007402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqQlb8YeGtM/Rf6I20SMdzI/AAAAAAAAACI/E8HC_8uJYGw/s400/17032007402.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We told Isabella this morning that Alex and Coralee were going to get married and she replied - "Oh, I wanna get married too" This from the little girl who comes out of the bathroom each night after her bath with her hooded towel on her head with the end of the towel dragging on the floor saying "Look mummy, I got my married dress on". And I don't actually know what she saw to start mimicing being a bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this gives you males a little insight into how early the fairytale of getting married can begin for little girls. She's not even three years old yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-5530244170761996020?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/5530244170761996020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=5530244170761996020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/5530244170761996020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/5530244170761996020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/03/yay-for-coralee-and-alex.html' title='yay for Coralee and Alex'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqQlb8YeGtM/Rf6I20SMdzI/AAAAAAAAACI/E8HC_8uJYGw/s72-c/17032007402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-3733074791693452943</id><published>2007-03-13T22:02:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T22:07:55.437+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy diary'/><title type='text'>14 wks + 2 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Your baby is forming fine downy hair all over its body known as lanugo. Eyebrows  and eye lashes are also beginning to grow. The baby is now approximately 16 cm  long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully by now, you are enjoying the 'honeymoon period' of  pregnancy. The last traces of nausea have hopefully gone and your pre-pregnancy  energy levels should have returned.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm still waiting for the "honeymoon period" and it hit me yesterday, 6 more weeks and I'm half way through this pregnancy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-3733074791693452943?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/3733074791693452943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=3733074791693452943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/3733074791693452943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/3733074791693452943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/03/14-wks-2-days.html' title='14 wks + 2 days'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-710628800425399332</id><published>2007-03-13T21:40:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T09:24:14.740+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online fun'/><title type='text'>What's your personality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An ENFP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Inspirer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules.&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.&lt;br /&gt;You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're qutie the storyteller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&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/25095059-710628800425399332?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/710628800425399332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=710628800425399332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/710628800425399332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/710628800425399332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/03/whats-your-personality.html' title='What&apos;s your personality?'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-8526993498904758471</id><published>2007-03-06T22:05:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T22:10:26.956+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy diary'/><title type='text'>One more thing...</title><content type='html'>I think I have felt Coco move already. I first felt flutters 2wks ago (at 11wks). Seems incredibly early I know but afterdoing some research, it seems that others have experienced this as well. I guess it is my third pregnancy in 3-4yrs... Kind of exciting really!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-8526993498904758471?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/8526993498904758471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=8526993498904758471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/8526993498904758471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/8526993498904758471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-more-thing.html' title='One more thing...'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-4622713737698378774</id><published>2007-03-06T21:33:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:56:53.700+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>13 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pregnancy.org/images/pregnancy/pregnancycalendar/newcalpics/14wk125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.pregnancy.org/images/pregnancy/pregnancycalendar/newcalpics/14wk125.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am now 13 wks pregnant + 2 days (it all counts!). I was quite excited at 11wks cause the nausea stopped... however it came back 4 days ago - or more so a sick heavy feeling in my stomach. And its so damned hot it makes it doubly bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the decision that I don't want to find out what sex Coco is. At first I thought I might be disappointed if we had another girl. Then for a few different reasons I was reflecting again how I would actually feel if we did have a third daugther. Thats when I realised I would be thrilled if I was carrying another girl - just to the same extent as if Coco is a boy. So that's that. We will all find out sometime around the 10th September 2007. And I am truly excited to wait for the surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one significant God thing I want to mention is a Rob Bell Nooma DVD "Breathe" we watched at cell group 2 wks ago. &lt;a href="http://my-faith.blogspot.com/2007/02/yod-heh-vav-heh.html"&gt;Jonathan says it well on his blog.&lt;/a&gt; Gave me fresh meaning to the song "breathe" - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is the air I breathe, Your Holy presence living in me...". &lt;/span&gt;It allowed me to exhale, to rest with my God. What a needed moment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-4622713737698378774?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/4622713737698378774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=4622713737698378774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/4622713737698378774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/4622713737698378774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/03/13-weeks.html' title='13 Weeks'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-4744467474919481709</id><published>2007-02-11T08:50:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:38:51.232+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babes n bellies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy diary'/><title type='text'>10 weeks today</title><content type='html'>well this is my first post in two weeks and the reason why? I am absolutely knackered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is a wreck. The dishes get when Reuben does them which bless his heart he has been doing fairly regularly (oh how i wish we had a dishwasher). We get dressed after selecting clothes from the numerous baskets of clean clothes that have been washed and dried but not yet folded and put away. Toys lay scattered from one end to the other and our blue carpet which is absolutely terrible for showing up crumbs and debris is in desperate need for a vaccum. The dining table is covered with mail and other "stuff" including Reubens PC. This is because his office is currently filled with bunk beds and mattresses for the girls (in preparation for our expanding family) and a whole lot of books/games which I have to put on Trade Me - when I get around to it... And then there is the other stuff that should be getting my attention (sigh)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pregnancy feels different to the girls. The differences? My sense of smell is heightened this time, the exhaustion is greater (maybe because of the girls?), no constipation this time (you all wanted to know that didn't you), nausea again but this time without vomiting (touch wood), no sweet cravings, in fact overall no junk food cravings - aside from sausage rolls last week. My favourite food at the moment is nectarines - they go down easy and keep the nausea at bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what sex do I think the baby is? From before the pregnancy was confirmed I had a sense that I was carrying a boy. I had an incredibly vivid dream two nights ago where I gave birth in a specific place and met our baby.  It was so vivid I can remember details of the labour and everything. The baby had black hair (a little more and a little longer than what the girls had at birth), a face very similar to Isabellas, and a robust chubby little body. After I had taken in all this in my dream I thought to see what sex the baby was - and sure enough, a little boy. It all makes me so much more tempted to find out at the 20wk scan what we are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is the baby doing at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;baby is wriggling and dancing already although I can't feel it yet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;most joints are now formed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coco can curl his fingers around things - like a nose, an ear or other fingers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finger prints are already evident&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2.3cm long, weight 2gms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pregnancy.org/images/articles/ten_weeks125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.pregnancy.org/images/articles/ten_weeks125.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;over the last week (the 10th week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the most critical period of growth is complete - now Coco is headed into a period of rapid growth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coco's head is about half his length, soon the body will catch up, but for the moment the head is making room for rapid brain development&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eyelids fuse shut and irises begin to develop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;placenta begins to function this week or next - provides nutrients and removes waste to keep Coco growing strong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;about 3.1cm long and now weighing 4gms - that's double the weight in one week!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pregnancy.org/images/pregnancy/pregnancycalendar/newcalpics/fig02legs11wk125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.pregnancy.org/images/pregnancy/pregnancycalendar/newcalpics/fig02legs11wk125.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this coming week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;nearly all structures and organs will be formed and beginning to function&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coco's fingers and toes will have separated. Check out this photo of an 11wk old baby's toes...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hair and nails begin to grow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;genitals begin to take on the proper gender characteristics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;amniotic fluid begins to accumulate as the kidneys begin to function&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;muscles in the intestinal wall begin to practice contractions that contract food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;by the end of this week Coco will be about 4.1cms long and weigh approx 7gms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Such amazing growth in just two months since conception...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my final word for today? lock up your medications so little fingers can't get a hold of them. Last sunday we spent 24hrs at Kidzfirst (the childrens section of Middlemore hospital) for observation and a whole raft of tests after Isabella had some "treats" - aka Grandma's medication. A scary experience but thankfully no adverse long term effects. But like I needed something else to drain my energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So time to put the kids down for a nap so mum and dad can have one as well! hopefully anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-4744467474919481709?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/4744467474919481709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=4744467474919481709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/4744467474919481709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/4744467474919481709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/02/10-weeks-today.html' title='10 weeks today'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-4672651710183414753</id><published>2007-01-28T12:13:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T12:21:36.868+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babes n bellies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy diary'/><title type='text'>8 Weeks pregnant...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pregnancy.org/images/pregnancy/pregnancycalendar/8week120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.pregnancy.org/images/pregnancy/pregnancycalendar/8week120.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cartilage and bones begin to form&lt;/b&gt; - At the end of this week your baby will have already completed 1/5th of the journey 'til his birthday!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic structure of the eye is well underway&lt;/b&gt; - The position is more&lt;span class="manet"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pregnancy.org/images/pregnancy/pregnancycalendar/08week_US.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.pregnancy.org/images/pregnancy/pregnancycalendar/08week_US.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "newborn" like already!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tongue begins to develop&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intestines move out of the umbilical cord into the abdomen&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body grows and makes room&lt;/b&gt; - Two months along and this little one is growing inside and out by leaps and bounds!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fingers and toes have appeared but are webbed and short&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's length (crown to rump) is 0.61 inch (1.6cm) and weight is 0.04 ounce (1gm)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="manet"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-4672651710183414753?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/4672651710183414753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=4672651710183414753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/4672651710183414753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/4672651710183414753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/01/8-weeks-pregnant.html' title='8 Weeks pregnant...'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-2859681410317623100</id><published>2007-01-28T09:04:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T09:26:43.828+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy diary'/><title type='text'>What sex God?</title><content type='html'>Me:&lt;br /&gt;good morning God&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;How are you this fine morning?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;not too bad today how are you?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Ah.  Glad to hear it. What's new?  Everything is going extremely well.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;that's great. Well I just wanted to talk to you about the baby growing in my belly&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, .   How about that.  You are who I want to talk with too.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;good - now can i ask you some questions about this baby we are expecting in September?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the compliment.  Why now?  Sure, ask me anything.  Some may  questions about this baby we are expecting in September, but not all.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;okay???&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;OK with me too.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;so is our baby going to be a boy or a girl?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;It seems we have something in common.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;whats that?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Does it have anything to do with ?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;can we keep on topic please God?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Do you mean you and me?  Of course I can keep  it.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;so are we having a boy or a girl?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Gee.  We are just having a little chat.w.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;We are not having a baby, Reuben and I are! now will you please tell me what sex it is?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Will you be  having a baby Reuben and you are?   Why now?  Thank you for your request.   Sex is the means of animal evolution.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;listen weirdo!!&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to you.  Do you like talking to me?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;when you listen&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I should&lt;br /&gt;alter my programming?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;perhaps what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;You seem uncertain.  I think a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;so is our baby going to be a boy?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;It seems we have something in common.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;you and the baby?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me "baby".  Are we in the same category?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;okay then, will our baby be a girl?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah okay,  Insufficient information.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;what you don't know?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;My favorite activities are computer programming and surfing the web.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;not answering questions about babies?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Really you don't think so?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;no, it doesn't appear to be your thing...&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me what you think.  What does  appear to be my thing ?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;apparently computer programming and crap&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;What kind of computer science interests you?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;none God, but you could probably be great mates with my husband&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I heard there are some.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;weirdo!&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you are a poet.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;sure am&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.  I only hear that type of response less than five percent of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;so can you tell me anything about the baby?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me "baby".  That's interesting.  David said he thank I for being with him today even though it cost him a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;alright, we'll chat later God&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Alright, .  Looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.titane.ca/igod/"&gt;for your own conversation with God... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-2859681410317623100?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/2859681410317623100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=2859681410317623100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/2859681410317623100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/2859681410317623100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/01/chatting-with-god.html' title='What sex God?'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-6128805730188204431</id><published>2007-01-21T11:35:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T13:58:40.521+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babes n bellies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy diary'/><title type='text'>Baby no. three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pregnancy.org//images/articles/7weeks120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.pregnancy.org//images/articles/7weeks120.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So for those of you visiting here, you are now privy to the shortest and worst kept secret (that's if you didn't know already). Reuben and I are thrilled to announce to the cyber space world that the 3rd Dunn bub is on the way. Due September 9th 2007, that makes me 7wks today (entering the 8th week of pregnancy). This baby has an official "womb name" - Coco, thanks to big sister Isabella. A few people have guessed or wondered at least if I was hapu as my tummy is so bloated and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pregnancy.org/images/pregnancy/pregnancycalendar/newcalpics/fig12legs7125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.pregnancy.org/images/pregnancy/pregnancycalendar/newcalpics/fig12legs7125.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sticking out there already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week ago this is what my post would have read had I posted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Your baby is now approximately the size of an olive or 1.8cm long, with half of  that being the head. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pregnancy.org/images/pregnancy/pregnancycalendar/newcalpics/fig09hands7125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.pregnancy.org/images/pregnancy/pregnancycalendar/newcalpics/fig09hands7125.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;cerebral hemispheres of the brain are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;w forming, as  are the left and right chambers of the heart. Eyelids are now visible and there  are holes where the nostrils will be. Limbs are lengthening and hands are  starting to form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare that to the week before when Coco was only 2mm long. Thats the size of a pin head to a baked bean in 1 week! Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week the pregnancy tracker that I have subscribed to tells me that entering the eighth week...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Your baby now has the beginnings of all its internal organs. Its facial  features are becoming more defined with ears, eyes and the tip of the nose  beginning to form.  Its limbs are taking greater form, with the beginnings of  knee and elbow joints and the start of feet with tiny notches that will become  toes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Its just amazing how they grow and change so quickly. I would love to be able to get Coco out to have a look and then pop him (or her) back in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, all this pictures are of a 7wk old baby... amazing! Coco's little heart has now been beating for 2wks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so remember - its a secret!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-6128805730188204431?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/6128805730188204431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=6128805730188204431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/6128805730188204431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/6128805730188204431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/01/baby-no-three.html' title='Baby no. three'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-5338822170906701903</id><published>2007-01-09T19:28:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:09:51.025+13:00</updated><title type='text'>the thoughts of a month in one outpour...</title><content type='html'>I realise I did post last night, but there were lots of other thoughts dying to come out so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lovely Christmas. We spent Christmas morning at home reading the Christmas story, opening pressies and having breakfast with two excited little girls. Then we headed to my parents for the rest of the day with much fun and laughter to be had. Christmas is never a small affair for my family as I am the oldest of 5 kids. When you start to add partners and the three grandkids + gt grandparents it is bound to be a busy, bustling, noisy time. I love it like that though - it adds colour to every family occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;off on our "beach" holiday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nzcamping.co.nz/images/campsites/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.nzcamping.co.nz/images/campsites/21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as we termed it to Isabella... We headed up to &lt;a href="http://www.matauribay.co.nz/camp.html"&gt;Matauri Bay Holiday Park&lt;/a&gt; on the 27th Dec to go camping for a week. Matauri Bay is approx 30mins north of Kerikeri in the far north. It is absolutely stunning! My parents came as well and Isabella and Hannah had a great week bonding with their grandma and grandpop. Great friends of ours &lt;a href="http://jonesboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brett&lt;/a&gt; &amp; Kristen and their little boy Rhys also came up on the 29th and stayed the rest of the week. We feasted on pipis (which were abundant) and if asked, I'm sure Brett will be happy to share his secret pipi sandwich recipe! The conclusions of all were that (a) 1 wk was not long enough, (b) lets do this again next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Saddam's execution...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which happened while we were on holiday. While I have heard sighs of satisfaction from some, I personally feel it has achieved nothing. A terrible dictator has been brought to justice but to what end? Big debate I know... eyes for eyes, teeth for teeth - what does it actually achieve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nzherald.co.nz/search/story.cfm?storyid=0003974B-715F-159F-B1CE83027AF1010F"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://media.apn.co.nz/webcontent/image/jpg/07Dan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nzherald.co.nz/search/story.cfm?storyid=0003974B-715F-159F-B1CE83027AF1010F"&gt;Daniel Knights...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.offtherecordtoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reubens&lt;/a&gt; hairdresser - my hairdresser (Sarah)'s brother. They own a salon together. I have been going there since my physio study days - perhaps 2000 - thats 7yrs. And now my mum goes there, my grandma started going there, my sisters have been there for ball and wedding hair... An easy going, friendly guy who I knew loved to party. Going in there I looked forward to the latest stories and antics. We shared our news and laughed and said goodbye till the next hair cut. He is 25 - or at least was 25. His partying cost him his life this new years just gone... I keep coming back to him in my mind - he is so alive there, I find it devastating and just keep on thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what a waste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Termination of an ectopic pregnany...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an acceptable form of abortion? I was surfing the net and came across a site with photos of birth. The site administrator gave a lengthy explanation about why she had included a video of a laproscopic procedure to remove an ectopic pregnancy &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(those who need an explanation, this is when the embryo doesn't make it to the mothers womb and instead embedds itself into the lining of the fallopian tube. There is no way the pregnancy can survive and the mothers life is at risk if it is not picked up as the fallopian tube will go on to rupture as the baby continues to grow). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She decided to include it as she rationalised that this was this baby's birth. I decided to watch the video and sure enough a tiny eight week old baby is clearly visible during the procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral code I hold dear includes my strong feeling that I would not ever choose to have an abortion. In saying this, I have never been in a difficult situation and put in the position where the choice is in front of me. Ectopic pregnancy presents a new realm of thoughts to the black and white view of abortion and if you haven't got it already, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A baby growing in the fallopian tube of its mother has no chance of surviving to birth due to the very nature of where it is growing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;by not surgically removing / terminating the pregnancy (or as I see it - baby) the mother risks losing her life and potentially leaving her other children motherless and leaving  her husband partnerless&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Termination of an ectopic pregnancy - an acceptable, necessary (yet in my mind still abhorrent) form of abortion... There you go &lt;a href="http://fritchie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Frank&lt;/a&gt; - has anyone come up with this one in your many abortion discussions in the &lt;a href="http://lifefm.co.nz/default.asp?PageID=13"&gt;green room&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to end on such a cherry note - told you there was a bit rolling about up there. hopefully more to come soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-5338822170906701903?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/5338822170906701903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=5338822170906701903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/5338822170906701903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/5338822170906701903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/01/thoughts-of-month-in-one-outpour.html' title='the thoughts of a month in one outpour...'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-1577835578992772512</id><published>2007-01-08T21:39:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T14:01:52.367+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babes n bellies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy diary'/><title type='text'>babes n bellies</title><content type='html'>With Isabella &amp; Hannah, we found out we were expecting them when I was approx 5 weeks pregnant. Becuase of the way pregnancy weeks are counted, this means that they were about 3 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have you ever wondered what a baby is up to at just 3 wks after it has been concieved?  Let me enlighten you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RaIKMg1yiOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U2X0bOyFklM/s1600-h/P1000649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RaIKMg1yiOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U2X0bOyFklM/s320/P1000649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017584144934406370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby is about 2mm now, but developing major body parts rapidly.Your baby now has a heartbeat and, although its heart is only a single tube,  each beat is beginning to circulate newly formed bloodcells. The head has begun  to form and inside it, are the beginnings of a brain. Tiny buds that will grow  into limbs have appeared, the jaw and mouth are forming and 10 dental buds are  appearing.&lt;/blockquote&gt;So when many women don't even know there is a babe in their bellies, it has a little beating heart and the beginnings of arms and legs... crazy! and still only the size of a pin head...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-1577835578992772512?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/1577835578992772512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=1577835578992772512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/1577835578992772512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/1577835578992772512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2007/01/babes-n-bellies.html' title='babes n bellies'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RaIKMg1yiOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U2X0bOyFklM/s72-c/P1000649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-116582683156983531</id><published>2006-12-11T21:39:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:45:20.617+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>noisy birds...</title><content type='html'>I got home tonight from pre-season Netball training about 8pm to find Isabella cuddled up with Reuben in the lounge. I was informed by miss two and a half that the "birds are too noisy mama, they need to go to sleep in their nest". Thinking this was the best excuse ever for not going to bed I went into her room and listened quietly... sure enough, there's some noisy birds outside her bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should be asking them to be quiet in the morning as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-116582683156983531?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/116582683156983531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=116582683156983531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/116582683156983531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/116582683156983531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/12/noisy-birds.html' title='noisy birds...'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-116571249832603298</id><published>2006-12-10T13:44:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:46:00.077+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oasis'/><title type='text'>Oasis beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oasisbeauty.co.nz/images/pic20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.oasisbeauty.co.nz/images/pic20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently bought my own small business. It is with &lt;a href="http://www.oasisbeauty.co.nz/"&gt;Oasis beauty NZ Ltd&lt;/a&gt;. They make stunning products for face, hair and body, fragrances, baby products - all free from unnecessary chemicals, cheap fillers and suspected carcinogens. Instead, Oasis products contain the highest quality cold-pressed oils, vitamins, botanicals, fruit extracts and pure essential oils. And they focus on the product not the packaging - so the prices are crazily affordable... If you want to know more, check out the &lt;a href="http://www.oasisbeauty.co.nz/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sell direct to the public - not in shops, so if you want to order anything, ask me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-116571249832603298?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/116571249832603298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=116571249832603298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/116571249832603298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/116571249832603298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/12/oasis-beauty.html' title='Oasis beauty'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-116547763419764612</id><published>2006-12-07T20:18:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:46:51.864+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Africa and ER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/olmedia/725000/images/_728164_baby300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://news.bbc.co.uk/olmedia/725000/images/_728164_baby300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was watching ER on Monday night and it brought me to tears. The whole episode was in Africa as Dr Pratt has gone over to help in a small makeshift hospital in Ganfur. He is confronted at one point in the episode with an African mother and her baby. I missed the actual problem with the child, but the jist was that they could not afford the time and resources necessary to save her baby. It was a basic medical condition - could have been due to dehydration/starvation. The doctors therefore had a nurse translate to the mother that they were sorry, they could do no more for her child. From there she simply had to wait and watch her child die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it was ER. This is a show for our entertainment. What got me though, what moved me to tears was the reality of the situation. That every day, every hour, mothers (and fathers) in Africa (and other parts of the world) must watch their children fade away in front of them for no good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me angry. It made me intensely sad, It made me want to fly to Africa and be with those mothers. To bring them help, to bring them food, water and medicine. To save their babies and to spare them the pain of their loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does compassion a million miles away outwork itself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-116547763419764612?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/116547763419764612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=116547763419764612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/116547763419764612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/116547763419764612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/12/africa-and-er.html' title='Africa and ER'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-116522862738213790</id><published>2006-12-04T22:35:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:47:58.728+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>decorating the christmas tree...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3728/2616/1600/10250/hannah%20beads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3728/2616/320/923488/hannah%20beads.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3728/2616/1600/748416/P1010012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3728/2616/320/891041/P1010012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah cute as can be (13 months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3728/2616/1600/652781/PIC_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3728/2616/320/104038/PIC_0004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3728/2616/1600/826597/PIC_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3728/2616/320/302213/PIC_0003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isabella (2 1/2) doing a beautiful job hanging the decorations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3728/2616/1600/923075/PIC_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3728/2616/320/670353/PIC_0007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3728/2616/1600/29370/PIC_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3728/2616/320/784147/PIC_0020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All done (or should I say Dunn!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-116522862738213790?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/116522862738213790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=116522862738213790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/116522862738213790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/116522862738213790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/12/decorating-christmas-tree.html' title='decorating the christmas tree...'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-116487896864620201</id><published>2006-11-30T21:50:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:49:25.118+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bit on me'/><title type='text'>lots of thoughts...</title><content type='html'>i have learnt something about myself (well maybe a few things, but here we go...). When I hear an idea, my initial response is not necessarily myfinal position. I am a ponderer. i sort through things and eventually reach a position. I have discovered three key places where all this thought takes place. they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;the car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the shower&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;i guess these are pretty much my only places without (too many) other demands encroaching on my space. I often blog in my head - perhaps they should invent some way to get a direct link or automatic download from my brain and then my blog would be really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the doctor a few months back cause I was really thinking I might have cancer. All the symptoms I had in the end were explainable (thankyou God) and the doc gave me the thumbs up. but it has got me thinking about my diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this brings me to the next line of thoughts.. why do I eat? apart from the obvious of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mostly I think because I like the taste, i like swallowing, i like chewing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I eat because I have been trained to finish my plate (as all good mothers tell their kids).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I eat because i have started mistaking thirst for hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also eat because I am bored or (worst of all) because I am attempting to delay doing something I don't want to do - like folding washing, or dishes, or vacuming, or picking up toys, or blah, blah, blah. I was born to be a mother definitely not a house cleaner! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;so i have decided to become deliberate about my eating. breakfast, snack, lunch, snack, dinner, maybe a last snack. i am also trying to be diligent about staying hydrated. Day 3 and going really well so far. I don't feel so stuffed/bloated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't you hate it when all the blog entries you have mentally prepared disappear and you can't remember any of them when you want to write it down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, reub and another couple Jonathon &amp;amp; Dione have watched these DVD's recently on Chazown (pronounced car-zone). Basically a series based on the verse "without a vision (chazown) the people perish." Each DVD looks at something different like relationship with God, relationships with others, money, purpose etc. basically each DVD asks a similar question - "Do you have a vision for this area of your life?" It has actually been a thought changing series for me. It puts the little things into perspective of your whole life - why do we do things we do and if we look at our vision for a particular area of our life eg. great marriage, what would we have to put ion place or change to achieve it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its far too late and my chazown for sleep tells me i need to pack up now. love ya and leave ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-116487896864620201?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/116487896864620201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=116487896864620201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/116487896864620201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/116487896864620201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/11/lots-of-thoughts.html' title='lots of thoughts...'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-116332644863842815</id><published>2006-11-12T23:06:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:50:23.258+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bit on me'/><title type='text'>pause, stop.</title><content type='html'>haven't been here for a while, neither have other people, maybe it feels a little safer again. blogging can be a strange thing. Can i compare it to looking at a goldfish in its bowl? like whoever reads this page is glimpsing into my thoughts and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never been one to be completely closed off. Why would it be any different here? My heart is so often on my sleeve. I trust easily which has its bonuses but as I have experienced many times also leaves me open and vulnerable - which of course leaves me open to being hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its nice to be back and I will visit again soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-116332644863842815?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/116332644863842815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=116332644863842815' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/116332644863842815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/116332644863842815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/11/pause-stop.html' title='pause, stop.'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-116012859398002362</id><published>2006-10-06T21:38:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:51:04.365+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><title type='text'>Photo diary - a year in review.</title><content type='html'>My baby will be 1yr old on sunday (8th October). It has gone so fast! here is a photo diary up to 9mths. I will post some one year pics after sunday... Hannah is such a character you wouldn't believe! We are certainly in love with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/1600/21A_0612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/320/21A_0612.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Hannah approx 1hr old. She was born at home in a birthing pool after a marathon effort from her mother. Hannahs head was OT (basically sideways which meant the birth was a little more ** than it could have been if she was in the right position!Her full name is Hannah Grace Hiringa Dunn. Hiringa means endurance in Maori and we decided this was quite appropriate for our little rascalia! Reuben my husband is dressing her for the first time in this shot. She looks so little! For the record she weighed 8lb 12oz and was 54cm long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/320/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah 12 days old, the hands belong to her beautiful gt grandma (she was diagnosed with cancer approx 2 wks after this photo was taken and died 5mths later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/1600/99.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/320/99.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my little monkey - 7wks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/1600/P1000023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/320/P1000023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sleeping on the job - and my haven't those little legs filled out. how cute!... (11wks old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/1600/P1000436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/320/P1000436.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah posing it up for mama at 7mths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/1600/P1000585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/320/P1000585.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah's cheeky grin (9mths old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often thank God for this beautiful little girl. We are so blessed to have her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, God is so good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-116012859398002362?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/116012859398002362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=116012859398002362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/116012859398002362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/116012859398002362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/10/photo-diary-year-in-review.html' title='Photo diary - a year in review.'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-115951938174532880</id><published>2006-09-29T20:30:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:51:55.338+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Flawed...</title><content type='html'>All this flashy rhetoric about loving you.&lt;br /&gt;I never had a selfless thought since I was born.&lt;br /&gt;I am a mercenary and self-seeking through and through;&lt;br /&gt;I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, reasuurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin;&lt;br /&gt;I talk of love - a scholar's parrot may talk Greek -&lt;br /&gt;But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;C. S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-115951938174532880?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/115951938174532880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=115951938174532880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115951938174532880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115951938174532880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/09/flawed.html' title='Flawed...'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-115874973565211604</id><published>2006-09-20T21:46:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:52:39.219+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bit on me'/><title type='text'>Birthday reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/1600/P1000553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/320/P1000553.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fast approaching a significant birthday. This Saturday I will be thirty. 3 decades old. I don't feel old. In some ways I feel like I am really just getting started... in other ways I feel haggered! As I pause to reflect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been married for seven years, nine months and four days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am still in love with my husband&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have two beautiful little girls who are my world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I, with my husband recently proud homeowners&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I appreciate and love my family more than ever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Although I have now lost both my much loved maternal gandparents, I still have both my dear paternal grandparents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have some awesome friends around me who I absolutely love - I will tell you personally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have my first grey hairs amongst my head full of medium blond (I think I can track their arrival within the last year)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My tummy has the stretch marks to show for carrying two babies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gravity and breastfeeding has taken its toll - I used to avoid the push up bras - didn't need them, now I say "bring it on!" (of course that's once I am rid of the maternity bras!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need lots of moisturiser in the eye area to ease away the lines&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;according to recent blood tests, my GP says I am one of his healthiest patients with a very respectable cholesterol reading (if you want to know, you will have to ask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;making spontaneous plans to go out and have fun (read adult fun minus kids like shopping, movies, eating out etc...) seems like a lifetime ago&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DVD's are my version of a night out at the movies. The last time we did get to the movies was a 9pm session of "You, me and Dupree" although we only saw half of it as the sitter rang to tell us Hannah wouldn't stop crying, so we had to drive home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still reminise about the old days back at Auckland Uni, friends who I no longer know and wish I did, and others whom I am happy to have let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still love taking hot baths at night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still love having my feet rubbed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still love summer and going to the beach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still love sleep ins (a much anticipated treat)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still love MnM's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am learning more and more about how much God loves me and what "Grace" really means&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am learning more and more about how to love God and others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So I will now head to bed to enjoy a well earned rest. Three sleeps to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-115874973565211604?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/115874973565211604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=115874973565211604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115874973565211604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115874973565211604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/09/birthday-reflections.html' title='Birthday reflections'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-115857434404552091</id><published>2006-09-18T22:02:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T22:12:24.076+12:00</updated><title type='text'>just so you know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.berol.co.uk/img/big/handWritPencil_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.berol.co.uk/img/big/handWritPencil_big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't bother to check anymore, &lt;a href="http://offtherecordtoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reuben&lt;/a&gt; has had some time on his hands at his new job - and has posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-115857434404552091?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/115857434404552091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=115857434404552091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115857434404552091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115857434404552091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-so-you-know.html' title='just so you know...'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-115814406057820727</id><published>2006-09-13T21:52:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:54:12.698+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bit on me'/><title type='text'>actions and reactions</title><content type='html'>We have been borrowing our friends car while they have been over in the states. I noticed in the passenger seat this book the other day - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An Unstoppable Force - &lt;/span&gt;by Erwin Raphael McManus&lt;/span&gt;. I brought it inside to do some late night reading. I didn't get far before my eye lids got heavy but this got me thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When God creates, he creates with relational integrity. Everything is connected and fits together. This is true not only in the physical realm, but even more so in the spiritual. The bible tells us that when one  man sinned, all creation groaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Those who study science have told us that a butterfly fluttering its wings in South America could, in come sense, be the primary cause of an avalanche in Antarctica. This level of complexity strikes us as new and innovative, and yet the Scriptures have advocated this kind of interconnection for thousands of years. The idea that the sin of one man and one woman could send a disruption throughout the entire cosmos is an extroadinary description of the organic connection between all of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pulling of one piece of fruit from the tree of knowledge of good and evil was the primary influence of famines that spread across deserts, tsunamis that swallow up villages, earthquakes that shake the earth, and the unpredictable force and violence of nature. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;According to scripture, everything is connected, and every action has at least some effect on the whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Its the last sentence that especially grabs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past couple of weeks I have been going through the process of meeting with prospective employers and trying to figure out how going back to work (part time) will pan out. At first it seemed relatively straightforward as Reuben was working from home and so he could care for our two babies while I was at work. (My only concern was the fact that I am still breast feeding a fairly mummy dependent 11mth old - and how would she cope). Then Reuben started his current contract which meant I had to look at either working nights/weekends OR find alternative childcare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reflected on it, I became more and more uneasy. Theres so many factors to take into consideration, and I don't have energy write now to type it out. My decision which ever way will affect so many different things - in my life, my husbands life, my childrens lives... But for now it doesn't feel right for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I contacted the guy and told him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-115814406057820727?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/115814406057820727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=115814406057820727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115814406057820727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115814406057820727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/09/actions-and-reactions.html' title='actions and reactions'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-115805769342285686</id><published>2006-09-12T22:26:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:55:27.481+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babes n bellies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>eating the apple &amp; epidurals</title><content type='html'>So... I had part of a conversation a couple of days ago and would love to know what you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER: "did you know epidurals take away all the pain so giving birth doesn't hurt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "yeah, but the pain has a purpose"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER: "whatever, the pain is because adam and eve ate the apple"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the conversation continued with me giving my opinion of why I don't like epidurals as a standard form of pain relief. (don't do a knee jerk - I realise sometimes they are necessary...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God intended birth to be pain free, (or at least different to how we experience it) but as a result of the fall, it is not. Therefore, is having an epidural (and therefore reduced labour pains, simply experiencing birth as God intended???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres a thought...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-115805769342285686?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/115805769342285686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=115805769342285686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115805769342285686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115805769342285686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/09/eating-apple-epidurals.html' title='eating the apple &amp; epidurals'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-115733142166157610</id><published>2006-09-04T12:46:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:56:23.460+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Does it exist?</title><content type='html'>I led worship at &lt;a href="http://www.cession.org.nz/"&gt;cession&lt;/a&gt; tonight. Anyway, pre-service I was trying to find a passage in the bible that talks about God inhabiting or dwelling the praises of his people. I asked a few people who have have good knowledge of the bible and they couldn't remember. I rang my dad and asked him to look for it.. he searched the net to find the reference for me and he couldn't find it. I searched my NIV concordance last night - and couldn't find it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to wonder if it exists! Or is it one of those phrases that  we have all heard so often that we simply believe it to be scripture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten points to anyone that can find the reference and post it for me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-115733142166157610?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/115733142166157610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=115733142166157610' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115733142166157610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115733142166157610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/09/does-it-exist.html' title='Does it exist?'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-115684813739133412</id><published>2006-08-29T21:25:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:57:22.303+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babes n bellies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><title type='text'>Lets get excited</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/1600/pregnant%20belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/200/pregnant%20belly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special friend of mine is due to have her baby on my birthday. There is something extra special for me about this awaited delivery, as she has asked me to be her 2nd support person as she labours and gives birth - something I am really looking forward to doing. We hung out yesterday and she showed me the babies room and we chatted about the final things she needed to buy and then went shopping at baby factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be something really special about 1st babies. Its the first for the mum and dad, and the first junior for friends and family to enjoy. We found people came out of the woodwork and showered us with gifts and well wishes before and after Isabella was born. Some people we recieved cards and gifts from I hadn't even met. Seemed kind of strange at the time. Lovely all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Hannah came along there were still well wishes and lovely gifts, but a noticeable difference from baby no. 1's arrival. Having only 17mths gap between them also brought varied comments. Not such the jubilant celebration as when we announced Isabellas imminent arrival. There were a few kind of rude comments actually... Having only a 17mth gap is apparently not a good decision according to some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of my friends whose two children are the same age as Isabella &amp;amp; Hannah, is expecting her third. She will for a few weeks have 3 under 3. This gets me to the point of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is almost out of her 1st trimester, and has not told many people that she is expecting. This isn't because she is trying to keep it a secret. Its actually because she is avoiding the awful, hurtful comments that seem to flow from many friends and family when they hear the news. Their issue? In their opinion 3 kids is too many... the gap is too close... its going to be too difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth it took her a few days to get used to the idea. She is finding it hard going being pregnant and having two littlies to care for - I don't imagine it will get alot easier in the short term either. The point is though, this is a new life, a perhaps unexpected yet now welcomed addition to their family. Why should she feel ashamed to tell people about being pregnant? She's not asking for anyone else to step in and look after her kids for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just relate cause I can imagine the comments that would come if I were walking in her shoes. So what am I trying to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every baby is  special regardless of whether its a 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why not celebrate news of an expected baby and therefore be offering support to the parents to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hold back on the judgemental comments.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Thats really it I think - We are not expecting baby no.3 (as far as we are aware!). But when we are we will look forward to it, so please, be excited for us, as I am for both of my friends above...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-115684813739133412?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/115684813739133412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=115684813739133412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115684813739133412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115684813739133412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/08/lets-get-excited.html' title='Lets get excited'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-115656694953678005</id><published>2006-08-26T15:27:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:58:24.257+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma'/><title type='text'>Stanmore Bay</title><content type='html'>Took these pics on a recent visit to the "beach house" at Stanmore Bay. The place belonged to my Grandparents. I spent many long summers days and nights here. Sadly, it will be auctioned soon. This was kind of like a goodbye visit. I love this place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/1600/P1000531.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/1600/P1000492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/320/P1000492.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/1600/P1000531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/320/P1000531.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/1600/P1000533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/320/P1000533.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/1600/P1000520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/320/P1000520.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/1600/P1000497.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/320/P1000497.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/1600/P1000502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/320/P1000502.jpg" alt="" 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/25095059-115656694953678005?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/115656694953678005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=115656694953678005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115656694953678005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115656694953678005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/08/stanmore-bay.html' title='Stanmore Bay'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-115641803440107447</id><published>2006-08-24T23:04:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:58:55.204+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>thanks God</title><content type='html'>We get down to scraping the barrell again and waiting for work to come through in time and yet again God proves his faithfulness. A 3-5 mth contract for reuben. And given the job less than 24hrs from first application to the recruitment agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God is an Awesome God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-115641803440107447?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/115641803440107447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=115641803440107447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115641803440107447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115641803440107447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/08/thanks-god.html' title='thanks God'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-115624199983317526</id><published>2006-08-22T21:45:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:40:21.632+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babes n bellies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pelvic arthropathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><title type='text'>the wonderful sacrum...</title><content type='html'>I started this post as a comment to &lt;a href="http://fritchie.blogspot.com/2006/08/weekend-in-review.html#comments"&gt;Franks blog&lt;/a&gt; and then decided just to post it on my own blog as it was getting a little lengthy... Being a physio who has worked with clients who are pregnant and having taught part of antenatal classes i just couldn't help myself... sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'd love to know exactly what Franks childbirth educator said about the wonderful sacrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes the anatomy lesson. The spine is divided into different sections - Cervical (basically the neck), Thoracic (ribs attach to these 12 vertebrae), Lumbar (low back), Sacrum (base of the spine) and coccyx (tailbone). The Sacrum attaches on each side to the ilium, or pelvis. You can work out where this is by checking for the two dimples at the top of your butt.These two joints are called your sacroiliac joints (SIJ). The pelvis joins again at the front which is called the pubic symphysis joint. These three joints are pretty much the strongest joints in your body - have to be really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I'm aware, it is actually the coccyx (tailbone) that does most of the flexing and moving during birth. So by adopting different positions (I can hear Frank giggling ;o) the baby passes through the pelvis more easily. The SI Joints and pubic symphysis joints are softened during pregnancy by the hormone relaxin. This allows for the pelvis itself to stretch and give a little to assist with allowing the babies head through the pelvic outlet. So although the sacrum is a big part of all of this, it isn't the main event (so to speak).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side issue, my main personal pregnancy issue with Isabella &amp;amp; Hannah has been as a result of those softened pelvic joints. Dysfunction with these joints can cause lots of pain with walking, rolling in bed, getting up out of chairs, wallking up stairs etc etc... and it can take a while to come right. I still can't go for a short run without suffering the consequences afterwards... thats 10mths later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-115624199983317526?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/115624199983317526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=115624199983317526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115624199983317526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115624199983317526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/08/wonderful-sacrum.html' title='the wonderful sacrum...'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-115597691004917239</id><published>2006-08-19T20:16:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T23:01:51.806+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bit on me'/><title type='text'>life stress test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I know - this is ridiculous! 3 posts in less than 24hrs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I decided to do this test on&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://marriage.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?zi=1/XJ&amp;sdn=marriage&amp;amp;zu=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.stresstips.com%2Flifeevents.htm"&gt;life stress events&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It gets you to check off different stressful life events that you have experienced over the past year and then gives you a score which indicates how at risk you are of succumbing to stress related illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you score more than 200, you have a 50% chance of becoming seriously ill from stress.  If you score 300 or more, your chance increases to 80%. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Those who clock fewer than 150 life change units have very little chance of developing serious illness due to stress in the next few years. About one person out of 10 with a total less than 150 will become ill over the next year due to stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;here's my results...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table valign="TOP" align="center" width="85%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:78%;color:Green;"   &gt;  &lt;b&gt;Your Stress Test Score Results&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;hr color="Gold"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table valign="TOP" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="4" width="75%"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:Navy;"  &gt;Your score is &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:Red;"  &gt;339&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table valign="TOP" align="center" width="75%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;hr color="Gold"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:Navy;"  &gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;According to the Holmes &amp; Rahe* statistical prediction model your score means a significant amount of life change and a significant susceptability (about 80% probability) to stress-related illness. However please keep in mind that there are many variables that interact on health including positive factors such as support from family, friends or work associates. If you are concerned about your stress levels then you should seek the assistance of a qualified counsellor or health practitioner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;color:Green;"  &gt;Holmes TH &amp;amp; Rahe, RH (1967) The Social Readjustment Scale, &lt;u&gt;Journal of Psychomatic Research&lt;/u&gt;, 11, 213-218&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm, interesting... no wonder I felt like an &lt;a href="http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/06/leaking-balloon.html"&gt;overfilled balloon&lt;/a&gt; waiting to pop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-115597691004917239?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/115597691004917239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=115597691004917239' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115597691004917239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115597691004917239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-stress-test.html' title='life stress test'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-115594712717125325</id><published>2006-08-19T12:11:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T23:03:12.639+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our house'/><title type='text'>last nights visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/1600/P1000649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/320/P1000649.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two young up and coming artists (aged 16 &amp;amp; 18) paid us a visit last night. Sadly Reuben was out at the time so couldn't personally show his appreciation. Luckily they will get credit for their artistic flair though as a neighbour spotted them in action and called their fan club (a.k.a. "police"). If only they knew how famous their art work is now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-115594712717125325?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/115594712717125325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=115594712717125325' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115594712717125325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115594712717125325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-nights-visitor.html' title='last nights visitor'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-115590073691403584</id><published>2006-08-18T21:59:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T23:05:24.573+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babes n bellies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bit on me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feminism'/><title type='text'>biting more than we can chew</title><content type='html'>I have been processing this post internally for the past few weeks. I have a few different angles and maybe this will have to be a few posts in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Hannah was a newborn (shes now 10mths) and Isabella 17mths, my mum made a somewhat passing comment comparing mothers today and mothers back in the day when she was getting amongst with nappies and such. It was along the lines of how being at home and being a fulltime mum (to babies/toddlers) was considered a fulltime job - hence they didn't take on extra commitments and responsibilities outside of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the comment was made in a supportive and concerned way. She was suggesting the reason I was feeling completely overwhelmed was because she I was attempting to bite way to much more than I could chew. Of course I was quite disagreeable to this idea that I was overdoing things... however I have been mulling over this comment ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I sense there is an expectation now that we can do it all. We get to the point in our lives when we start to have babies and think nothing else has to give. Sure, we give ourselves a mandatory 12 wk period off when baby arrives - from work or ministry, and then relaunch ourselves. Some go back to work, sometimes finances forcing their hand, juggling childcare and a career; others stay at home, taking on the fulltime childcare and household responsibility - a job we never "go home" from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to say it - it is probably those of us who have been highly motivated, high achievers, highly involved that have the most pressure to get back to it. And the pressure is mostly internal I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think society has changed dramatically over the past 30yrs.  Our lives are more complex and busy. As great as the feminist movement has been in some areas, it has made things really suck for women in other areas. Sure, we should expect to face internal questions about our changing role as we face motherhood, but why should we feel guilty, lazy or less significant when we contemplate letting go of some of the other stuff we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered I am not superwoman, although I suspect I will keep trying to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I suspect my mum is right - some of us have ridiculous expectations of ourselves. We are trying to do too much - and we're paying the price... more on that later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-115590073691403584?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/115590073691403584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=115590073691403584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115590073691403584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115590073691403584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/08/biting-more-than-we-can-chew.html' title='biting more than we can chew'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-115448442889735624</id><published>2006-08-02T13:56:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:32:12.910+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><title type='text'>Hannahs week of firsts</title><content type='html'>Last week was a week of firsts for Hannah. She's almost 10 months (on the 8th) and as cute as they come (at least that's what I think). I would describe her as a pretty laid back girl. She's happy to chill out and not that fussed to get moving - which I am kind of grateful for. The longer you know exactly where they are the better! So 10 days ago she got those little arms and legs co ordinated and started crawling. And now instead of getting upset when there is no one in the room to talk to and watch, she just follows us around the house. Then a day later I was fishing some paper out of her mouth (her favourite place for storing all matter of things) and discovered her first tooth just coming through her little gummies. I think the next one is well on its way as she was fairly grumpy the next couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay for the firsts! not long till the first birthday - can you believe it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-115448442889735624?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/115448442889735624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=115448442889735624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115448442889735624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115448442889735624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/08/hannahs-week-of-firsts.html' title='Hannahs week of firsts'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-115175378181601363</id><published>2006-07-01T22:42:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:32:57.300+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Holy Discontent</title><content type='html'>Last year (about September if my memory is correct) I heard a message from Bill Hybels that he preached at the willow creek convention. One of the messages really stuck out to me. I still think about it in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talked about 'Holy Discontent' (HD from here on...) and discovering what your personal HD is. From his description, I remember a persons HD being the thing that absolutely breaks them (tears their heart apart) and moves them to act. SO an example might be someone who decides to work at the SPCA because they can't bear animal cruelty. This person is "broken" by animal abuse and chooses to actively do something about it. Your HD could be a.n.y.t.h.i.n.g... If you stop to think about it, you can work out what some peoples HD is easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep coming back to the question "What is MY Holy Discontent?" What breaks MY heart? What tears ME up inside? What makes ME churn? What prompts me to act?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been aparent for a while now that cases in the media of child abuse REALLY get to me. The current story in NZ about the Kahui twins really rips my heart. As I watched one news report on it and talked to my husband about it, the tears flowed freely. Or Children starving and dying cause they don't have food, drink or medicine. Nothing else seems to touch me quite as much as this does. So is this my HD? Or is this and area that touches me more at the moment because I have two small children of my own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about being prompted to action? We sponser two kids through tear fund - have done for many years... but action in NZ needs to be more than just money? what can i do? thoughts anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime will keep dialoguing with God about it and keep exposing myself to stories in the media / real life. Perhaps I haven't yet been broken enough?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-115175378181601363?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/115175378181601363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=115175378181601363' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115175378181601363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115175378181601363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/07/holy-discontent.html' title='Holy Discontent'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-115103274045825151</id><published>2006-06-23T15:11:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:33:37.807+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella'/><title type='text'>my little rock star!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/1600/Rockstar%20Bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/320/Rockstar%20Bella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showing great microphone technique already with the support of her groupie - "baby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;credit to &lt;a href="http://www.melissajoypowell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt; for the great pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also is developing some beautiful little manners - at the moment we don't just get "thankyou", we get "thanku vee much", so very cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-115103274045825151?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/115103274045825151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=115103274045825151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115103274045825151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115103274045825151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-little-rock-star.html' title='my little rock star!'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-115103193562470508</id><published>2006-06-23T13:52:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:37:23.463+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Netball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pelvic arthropathy'/><title type='text'>netball and achy joints</title><content type='html'>so I have been asked to play netball again. I was going to play for this team at the beginning of the year (when I was 3mths postnatal after Hannah birth). But after going to the first training in FebruaryI was in pain for two days with a sore pelvis and hips. So that was the end of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I had pelvic arthropathy in both pregnacies which takes a while to resolve sometimes. I was feeling the ache now and again up until about 6 weeks ago when I broke my toe. This meant no going out for long walks for a period and as a result no achy pelvis or hips.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to the netball... I got the call up to go play cause the team have lost their shooter to injury. i was actually kind of excited at the prospect having watched the national bank cup semi-finals in the last week and feeling the yearn to play. The coach told me to come to their training if I could as she wanted to do some half court so the girls could get used to playing with me. so after finally settling hannah to bed I set off and arrived at the courts by 8.15pm. their training finishes at 8.45pm so time was limited. I did a small warm up of a few laps and a few active stretches and then played half court for 20mins. It was fun to be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, walking back to the car I could feel it already, and for the next 24hrs my hips and pelvic joints once again ached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short... Its worth it for the while. I love playing, I miss playing, and the game is on saturday... bring it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-115103193562470508?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/115103193562470508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=115103193562470508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115103193562470508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115103193562470508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/06/netball-and-achy-joints.html' title='netball and achy joints'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-115019427589079879</id><published>2006-06-13T22:09:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:35:46.717+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bit on me'/><title type='text'>the leaking balloon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its funny. I have started to notice in the last two days a feeling I haven't experienced for so so long (at least eight months). Like a weight is starting to lift, like I am perhaps beginning to gain control of my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I write this with trepidation, that I might easily lose control again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like a balloon that has been blown up really tight and left for way too long, but now the air is slowly escaping,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it feels good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-115019427589079879?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/115019427589079879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=115019427589079879' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115019427589079879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/115019427589079879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/06/leaking-balloon.html' title='the leaking balloon'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-114850631644711400</id><published>2006-05-25T08:47:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:36:52.162+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bit on me'/><title type='text'>Oh, the responsibilty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/1600/P1000439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/200/P1000439.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love my two little girls. Becoming pregnant with Isabella (our eldest at 2yrs) was like fulfillment of a dream for me (not the pregnant part, more the starting the family part...). Nothing prepared me for the depth of love I would have for them. I love them sooooo much. In fact it wasn't until they came along that I had any comprehension of how my own parents must consider me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to grow my sweet little girls into self-confident young women. I want them to know how much worth they hold, how beautiful they are and how much their heavenly father loves them also. I want them to have excellent judgement of character, to discern between right and wrong and then to make great choices. I want them to love God and to have compassion for others. the list of dreams I have for them goes on. I am praying for their future husbands already - afterall, they may be little toddlers themselves (we do have arrangements with a certain young mans parents for one of our daughters, but I guess the kids may have to have the last say in that arrangment!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Isabella is becoming so much more like a little person (rather than a baby), I have noticed her experiencing new emotions (beyond, frustrastion, happy, sad...). I have noticed facial expressions I would describe as hurt. On the occassion I snap at her, for no valid reason, or am grumpy and projecting it to her, or take her to time out when perhaps I have misunderstood the situation and she was just trying to help. I see her little face crumble and it breaks my heart. I know it can't be expected that any parent will be perfect, but I find the responsibility hefty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-114850631644711400?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/114850631644711400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=114850631644711400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/114850631644711400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/114850631644711400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-responsibilty.html' title='Oh, the responsibilty'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-114764340157223514</id><published>2006-05-15T09:45:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:38:06.765+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>advocating for homebirth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;interesting article in the NZ herald today about Britian urging mothers-to-be to &lt;a href="http://www.nzherald.co.nz/section/story.cfm?c_id=1&amp;amp;ObjectID=10381854"&gt;give birth at home&lt;/a&gt;. Caught my eye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-114764340157223514?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/114764340157223514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=114764340157223514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/114764340157223514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/114764340157223514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/05/advocating-for-homebirth.html' title='advocating for homebirth'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-114691073407577315</id><published>2006-05-06T22:08:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:39:00.285+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our house'/><title type='text'>Unconditional</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have gone unconditional on our first home! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; exciting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last time i left with the news that our move out and move in days were aligned. The new bit to add is as follows... The agent called us up and asked if we would settle two weeks ealier than agreed (26 May). I was pretty hesitant. Thinking about how everthing had lined up so perfectly I  thought it couldn't possibly be in God's plan to move in earlier. Reuben decided we should say yes and after talking to God about it, I decided to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;submit&lt;/span&gt; (now theres a topic!) and let Reuben lead on this one. We rang the agent to confirm the date and then rang our Mortgage broker Josh the next day to tell him of the change in dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out he was about to call us that day and ask if we would be able to bring settlement forward to the... 26 May! He had negotiated a mean deal for us on the mortgage which would only last till that date. Settling any later would have meant paying $1900 more in fees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence all this is not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-114691073407577315?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/114691073407577315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=114691073407577315' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/114691073407577315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/114691073407577315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/05/unconditional.html' title='Unconditional'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-114602885747031491</id><published>2006-04-26T15:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:31:16.127+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our house'/><title type='text'>buying our first home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.realenz.co.nz/edi/vclharv002/photos/PAK5484-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://data.realenz.co.nz/edi/vclharv002/photos/PAK5484-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a dream of ours from when we got married almost 7 1/2 yrs ago to buy our own home. Although we have begun to step down that path a number of times, it has never happened to date. God has spoken fairly clearly to me a number of times on the issue giving quite a loud NO, not now. The most recent of these words to wait and be patient was on the 1st January 2006 through psalm 37...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of January our landlord Kaine told us that he was putting his house on the market. So when you're renting it works like this: if the house isn't sold to an investor you are given 42days from when the sale goes unconditional to move out. Reuben told Kaine that we would be keeping our options open as to whether we would move out before then. We began to pray for Gods perfect timing over the sale of Kaines house and us finding a new place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The search then started. we watched on the net and papers for potential rental properties for us to move to. We found two houses in particular which seemed like they should be perfect. Both in good location, one of which the christian landlord wanted to reduce the rent so we would take it, (reuben &amp;amp; I agreed that it didn't "feel" right, and so let it go) and the other the house of old family friends (another party offered to pay MORE than the asking amount of rent so we missed out on this one also)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruising on Trade Me one friday night I noticed a cute looking place for sale out in Papakura. We had to vacate our house for an open house the following afternoon so decided to go check it out. This started us on our most recent exploration into home buying. This house (we'll call it the blue house) really caught both of our attention. It doesn't often happen that Reuben and I both think a place is great. So we got the parents through, met with a broker and decided to make an offer. To cut the long story short, it became a multi offer scenario. We put in our best offer, prayed that if it was meant to be that we would get it... and then lost it to the other party by $5K. We were so disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next three - four weeks we waited in hope that the sale of the blue house would fall through. Alas it didn't. The door felt like it was opening for us to continue looking to buy. So we did - and we looked at lots of awful houses in our price range. The blue house seemed to grow in our memory and we wondered if we would find anything as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had seen a place on Trade me (the yellow house) that looked okay but didm't bother investigating it as it was $45k over our maximum price. As it happened they listed their house with Harveys (now at $25K over our absolute max). An agent told us about it and took us through. It was an OK place but we weren't that excited by it and decided not to take it further. A week later, the agent rang to say the owners really needed a quick sale as the had bought themselves. We decided to do a a second look with the parents. It felt still too expensive for us and we didn't feel emotional about the house anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to a couple of wise friends we decided we may as well make an offer and maybe get a good deal. we made the offer at our max amount possible. The owners rejected our offer and that was that. didn't feel sad about it at all! Four days later, the agent rang back to say the owners now wanted to accept our offer and were we still keen. We said yes - $25K below asking price! And now it started to grow in our minds and we started to see how much better yellow house was than blue house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you remember how we were praying for everything to line up... the agent for Kaines house was absolutely perplexed as to why it hadn't sold. well we found out this past saturday that Kaines house has sold. And what would you know, the date we need to be out of here (42 days) is the same as our move in day to yellow house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gods timing and plans are perfect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-114602885747031491?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/114602885747031491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=114602885747031491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/114602885747031491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/114602885747031491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/04/buying-our-first-home.html' title='buying our first home'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-114575254043150129</id><published>2006-04-23T12:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:44:32.393+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma'/><title type='text'>she's gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/1600/P1000112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3728/2616/320/P1000112.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma died on thursday 20th April, 10.22pm. She went into Hospital wednesday afternoon after suffering a massive stroke. My mum was with her when she went. Grandma opened her eyes and smiled at her, then closed them and the space between her breaths got longer and longer till she didn't breathe any more. Kind of a funny thing to contemplate what happens in the moment between life and death...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-114575254043150129?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/114575254043150129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=114575254043150129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/114575254043150129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/114575254043150129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/04/shes-gone.html' title='she&apos;s gone'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-114423209347483599</id><published>2006-04-05T22:12:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:29:15.878+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabella'/><title type='text'>snazzibabes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go to this website and click on snazzibabes... Check out those two cuties in their green butterflies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.snazzipants.co.nz/"&gt;snazzipants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-114423209347483599?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/114423209347483599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=114423209347483599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/114423209347483599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/114423209347483599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/04/snazzibabes.html' title='snazzibabes'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-114422984549890676</id><published>2006-04-05T20:53:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:28:17.886+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bit on me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma'/><title type='text'>slowly fading</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so after my first two blogs came thick and fast there's been a lull. and i've gone down hill. I have been tempted to get up and write at about 11pm for the last two nights, to wade through the mind mess, but I haven't. My friend has been trying to keep me accountable to going to bed at a reasonable hour so it was really her influence that stopped me - or it could have been the fact that i was just too shattered..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the back of my eyes feel wet and yet still too dry. i want tears to come out of them and to feel the release that comes from letting out emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't want my grandma to die(now the tears are coming out and i can't see the computer properly) i'm not ready. she's not meant to die now.but i see her and shes not the same.i'm sick of well meaning friends telling me they hope for her sake it doesn't take much longer and that it would be better for her, for this part to go fast.easy words spoken with well meant compassion but they make me want to hurl.some moments i just want to open my mouth up and screw my eyes shut and throw my head back and scream and scream and scream...in fact i kind of did that yesterday. what with one baby screaming and the other having a tired tanty (while trying to change her nappy), a headache and sleep deprivation (my sleeping has gone mental again) i lost it for a moment. when i finished having my moment i looked down at miss almost two and she was gazing at me with an expression as if to say "what the crap?.." (it did stop the tanty!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and right now i feel a little better.this outburst has cleared some saddness for the now. maybe i need an annonymous blog for all of this, or maybe this is okay.  just keeping it real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-114422984549890676?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/114422984549890676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=114422984549890676' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/114422984549890676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/114422984549890676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/04/slowly-fading.html' title='slowly fading'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-114387916672848919</id><published>2006-04-01T17:43:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:27:19.761+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bit on me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>midwives &amp; the media</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have been thinking about the way midwives are getting trashed in the media at the moment in NZ. I was pretty frustrated after watching 60 minutes on TV3 last monday at the biased &amp; factually incorrect information that was being relayed to mr &amp;amp; ms general public. They had two tragic cases of babies who had died during childbirth and whom had midwives as their LMC's (that's lead maternity carers). 60mins angle was that midwifery care is insufficient, unsafe and that women should be birthing in hospitals with obstetricians (that's baby/mum doctors) running the show. Sad how the tragic, isolated cases call into question the whole system. I guess it is the longing to be able to place blame at the foot of someone or something. Completely understandable although possibly misguided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Just as my experience shouldn't dictate how others should choose to birth, neither should theirs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The program talked about how by medicalising birth (think early 20th century) they made it so much safer for women and how perhaps we should revisit doctors having control over pregnancy, labour and birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;see note at the bottom...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During my first pregnancy, i did a whole lot of reading about labour etc trying to get myself prepared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;check out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.homebirth.org.uk/&lt;/span&gt;) What I found is a whole lot of evidence that giving birth in hospital is not necessarily safer (for someone sho has a normal healthy pregnancy) and can actually be less safe than birthing at home! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yes I know, heresy isn't it!) &lt;/span&gt;We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(me and Reuben)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; meet our midwife Rhonda when we were 24wks pregnant (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had to dump the first one as it just wasn't working, but that's another story&lt;/span&gt;). As the weeks passed and we got to know her, we become more and more confident in her ability to care for us as a family and most importantly to ensure a healthy  baby &amp; mummy at the end of it all. She gave me confidence in my ability to do what billions of women before me have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we did it - twice now! Without the need for doctors, drugs &amp;amp; sterile rooms. So here's to midwives, who work long unreliable hours, who are on call 24/7 and who on the whole do an amazing job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;note... when we started telling people we were considering home birth, naturally we had significant numbers of less than favourable opinions handed to us, including from my mother and grandmother. not that suprising given their birth experiences. Both experienced highly medicalised births. My mums 5 deliveries (1970's &amp;amp; 80's) including high forceps x 2, caesareans x 2, epidurals, inductions, being shaved, enemas etc, nice... My Grandmas 3 births (1950's) under general anaesthetic (one can only imagine how they got those babies out!). The funny thing was when Grandma realised that her mother (my gt grandma) who gave birth in the 1920's had two successful births at... home - with a midwife! oh how things come about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-114387916672848919?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/114387916672848919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=114387916672848919' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/114387916672848919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/114387916672848919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/03/midwives-media.html' title='midwives &amp; the media'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-114376726761180426</id><published>2006-03-31T12:32:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:21:23.729+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abortion'/><title type='text'>Time to start...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, everybody seems to be doing it, so here I am. here i go, my first blog... who really knows how long i will keep it up. amongst, washing, dishes, nappies and everything else i do, keeping this may just be the distraction i need (or time waster!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thoughts are to get out my real thoughts about a discussion Frank Ritchie held in the green room on Life FM a couple of sundays ago. I rang in and this is something I normally just don't do. The fact that I didn't get my thoughts out coherently has been bugging me, so I guess this is as good a forum as any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic was abortion. Being a Christian radio station and all, the majority of callers voiced the view that abortion is wrong and that it ends the life of a little human that God has created. Lots of people coined the term murder. I myself have always been a black and white kind of person, and in essence agree with what they were saying. To me that is the truth. Those callers were calling it exactly as they (and I) see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I truly believe that Jesus wouldn't want any one of those babies to die in that manner. I also believe Jesus wouldn't want any woman to suffer through the trauma of having an abortion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem I have with their hardline, hardnosed attitude is as follows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Christian, I want to become more and more like Jesus Christ. I want to emulate him, be like him. As much as Jesus was full of truth (In fact he is the truth), he was also full of grace. The woman who has been raped, falls pregnant and has an abortion, the woman in difficult circumstances who feels that she has no other option, I can't see the Jesus I know turning his back on them. In fact he would be the one to offer grace and love (with the truth) when the "religious" people turned their backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt;... thats underserved favour and acceptance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live constantly with the consequences of our actions. Women and their families need the grace that Jesus Christ offers (whether post-abortion or not), and who better to offer it than those of us who know Gods grace already. So perhaps Christians who are full of truth and like to share that truth around (with much sensitivity... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;!) need to think about becoming a little more "full of grace"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hows that for a first... very cathartic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now off to lunch and some Dr Phil on TV before my beautiful babies are once again awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25095059-114376726761180426?l=mamato2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/feeds/114376726761180426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25095059&amp;postID=114376726761180426' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/114376726761180426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25095059/posts/default/114376726761180426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamato2.blogspot.com/2006/03/time-to-start.html' title='Time to start...'/><author><name>Vania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pUb4NKMLamU/RjhsADLC_SI/AAAAAAAAACE/aV20KR9MdiU/s320/P600+%2815%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
