<?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-3497534167160173187</id><updated>2012-01-28T00:26:29.857-06:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Random'/><category term='Flood'/><category term='Mushy Stuff'/><category term='David'/><category term='Abigail'/><category term='Pregnancy'/><category term='Doctor'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Mommyhood'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Confessions'/><category term='The House'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Suburbia'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Autumn'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Lists'/><category term='Anecdotes'/><category term='Ants'/><title type='text'>The Little House</title><subtitle type='html'>Celebrating suburbia one day at a time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-7327998629039669726</id><published>2011-03-09T15:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T15:34:01.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you serious?</title><summary type='text'>March 9th, 2007

I was working as a bilingual teacher at an elementary school in West Chicago. It was Friday, the school day was over, and it was time to go home.(Hallelujah!) I knew I'd be seeing David that night, and was looking forward to relaxing. The day was really mild. We'd had some snow a few weeks before, but that day it was warm and rainy - probably in the 50s - and very foggy. Spring </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/7327998629039669726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=7327998629039669726' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7327998629039669726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7327998629039669726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2011/03/are-you-serious.html' title='Are you serious?'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WsJLMduPH8w/TXfv3wCa0PI/AAAAAAAAAjE/TbOX3WZYxmM/s72-c/Britt%2527s+engagment+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-6970169500898962411</id><published>2011-01-27T15:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:23:15.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What She Looks Like Lately</title><summary type='text'>

Abigail loves wearing her hat. She was pretty excited about her snow pants, too.



Until we went outside to actually experience her first snowfall. Apparently Abigail shares her parents' feelings about Chicago winters.


She loves her books, and her stuffed animals. Here she's reading to her elephant and Oma's teddy.

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I won't even try to explain where I've been since September. I don't know. But here I am now. Aren't you so glad to see me?

I like being domestic.Maybe my more liberal-minded friends will roll their eyes at this, but I love being a stay-at-home mom. I wish I was better at it. The past few days have been remarkably productive. I'm always so proud of myself when I'm organized</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/139472611915706887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=139472611915706887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/139472611915706887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/139472611915706887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-in-blogging-game.html' title='Back in the (Blogging) Game'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-8736440233743486468</id><published>2010-09-27T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T16:13:14.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect</title><summary type='text'>Oma visited this past weekend and while she was here she attempted a Yeager family photo.
  







Don't hate us because we're beautiful.&lt;!--Session data--&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/8736440233743486468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=8736440233743486468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/8736440233743486468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/8736440233743486468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/09/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture Perfect'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/TKEH3SrkUQI/AAAAAAAAAhI/kSjql5MZ1HY/s72-c/oma+visits+sept+2010+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-1284315187143693733</id><published>2010-09-07T14:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T07:32:32.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Me In St. Louie</title><summary type='text'>This past weekend we drove to St. Louis to visit with my sister and brother-in-law, Lauren and Nathanael. We figured Abigail needed some time with her aunt and uncle. And we thought a trip to the St. Louis Zoo would be a fun way to spend an afternoon.

 We think the elephant might have been her favorite.

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 She also knows the sounds for a duck and a snake, but I forgot to ask for those. Oma, Bapa, Nana, &amp; Gragon are her grandparents. So far she hasn't been brave enough to try any other names. Sorry Auntie M and Lauren... and all you other aunts and uncles. We'll keep trying.&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/5298610347103046999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=5298610347103046999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/5298610347103046999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/5298610347103046999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='Lunchtime'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-2728387308638766500</id><published>2010-08-30T13:19:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T14:03:58.278-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suburbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The House'/><title type='text'>Curbside Shopping</title><summary type='text'>I'm feeling rich and a little bit clever today. A few weeks ago when I was driving home from the grocery store, I spied our neighbors getting rid of a perfectly good six-person patio table and chairs. We've been garage sale-ing for patio furniture for years, and this stuff looked way better than what we'd seen before. I pulled over just as Ed began tacking up a sign that said, "FREE. Please take.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/2728387308638766500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=2728387308638766500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2728387308638766500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2728387308638766500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/08/curbside-shopping.html' title='Curbside Shopping'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/THv0BEkNtJI/AAAAAAAAAgA/JY-HhyWch3c/s72-c/misc+summer+2010+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-7249678316015168996</id><published>2010-08-17T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:01:08.823-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Just a Few More Pictures, I Promise</title><summary type='text'> After our trip to Ocean City, we spent a long weekend in VA with David's sister. R &amp; S have three kids. Their youngest, Anna, was born just 4 hours before Abigail. It was a blast watching the baby girls play together.



 David's nephew, Adam, pulled out his guitar shortly after Uncle Vid started strum- ming. Look at how he's trying to play left-handed!


Daniel reminds me of Ralphie (from A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/7249678316015168996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=7249678316015168996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7249678316015168996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7249678316015168996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-few-more-pictures-i-promise.html' title='Just a Few More Pictures, I Promise'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/TGs8ZmeDfII/AAAAAAAAAfg/nbbAKK9SByU/s72-c/oc+and+va+2010+284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-3101843864580880771</id><published>2010-08-09T20:38:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T20:53:33.735-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The House'/><title type='text'>A Little Before and After</title><summary type='text'>The family that bought The Little House has lived here for just over two years now. This is what it looked like the morning we moved in.


And this is what it looks like now:


I'm pretty proud of us.

Since we've owned our home we've redone a bathroom, waterproofed the basement and put in a sump pump, installed an attic fan, replaced every single window, installed central air, replaced the front</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/3101843864580880771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=3101843864580880771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/3101843864580880771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/3101843864580880771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-before-and-after.html' title='A Little Before and After'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/TGCqw55Ay0I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/5nEzzAOtCH4/s72-c/House+Days+1-3+012+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-809152574425108850</id><published>2010-08-09T20:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T20:19:59.304-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Ocean City in Black and White</title><summary type='text'>

&lt;!--Session data--&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/809152574425108850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=809152574425108850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/809152574425108850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/809152574425108850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/08/ocean-city-in-black-and-white.html' title='Ocean City in Black and White'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/TGCmuHgOetI/AAAAAAAAAew/X9UofFH_Dw8/s72-c/oc+and+va+2010+140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-7752044951734218451</id><published>2010-08-08T18:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T20:19:39.990-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>More Ocean City Photos</title><summary type='text'>

Steamed crab night. It's serious business, people.



David learning to eat steamed crab.


Steamed crab is one  thing my sister Lauren will eat that I won't touch. I like crab - I just don't want to dissect one in order to get my dinner.


Mom and Craig.


PopPop and his granddaughter sitting in the shade, having a conversation.


Abigail loving the ocean.


Abigail and Oma. I used to make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/7752044951734218451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=7752044951734218451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7752044951734218451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7752044951734218451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-ocean-city-photos.html' title='More Ocean City Photos'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/TF83g4SVpnI/AAAAAAAAAdo/9Z8drfKHXEw/s72-c/oc+and+va+2010+202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-4520605565976735401</id><published>2010-08-02T21:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T21:58:08.744-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>On Holiday</title><summary type='text'>The trouble with blogging as infrequently as I do is that when I finally sit down to blog, I have too many things I want to say. Like right now. I know I ought to talk about our now three-week-old vacation to Ocean City, MD. But I also want to tell you about David and the Bee, and David vs. That Tree Root. And I want you to hear about and celebrate with me because today I got a "Save the Date" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/4520605565976735401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=4520605565976735401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/4520605565976735401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/4520605565976735401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-holiday.html' title='On Holiday'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/TFdzcBFPx4I/AAAAAAAAAdA/BFpfhhZUn4s/s72-c/oc+and+va+2010+196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-1242043725425912161</id><published>2010-07-07T14:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:09:41.676-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommyhood'/><title type='text'>Long Time No Blog</title><summary type='text'>
All five of you who actually read my blog will most likely already have seen this photo on Facebook, but my first child's first birthday merits a blog post and a photo, don't you think? And she looks so cute. Who would know that only seconds beforehand she'd been crying (and would be again)? Alas, it's true - Birthday Number 1 (or two, really) was rather too overwhelming for the Babblegail. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/1242043725425912161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=1242043725425912161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1242043725425912161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1242043725425912161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/07/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time No Blog'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/TDTLrw8APzI/AAAAAAAAAcE/qcE-rogaECE/s72-c/june+pics+abigail+11.5-12+months+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-2402330099242192306</id><published>2010-05-06T20:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:10:01.530-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mushy Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>Two Stories About David</title><summary type='text'>

I love my husband. 

1. When I found out I had to get a root canal, I called Vid from the dentist's office to cry a little bit. Later that day, he went out and bought me these:


He also bought me a bottle of my favorite Merlot. When I asked him why, he said, "Well, you were sad, and it's not like I could go out and buy you something sweet to eat."

2. Abigail has a sweet stuffed lamb our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/2402330099242192306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=2402330099242192306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2402330099242192306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2402330099242192306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-stories-about-david.html' title='Two Stories About David'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/S-Nsg2PrPQI/AAAAAAAAAbk/gWmknUEMEhU/s72-c/april+2010+misc+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-2902763776367025306</id><published>2010-04-28T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T14:27:46.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abigail's New Trick</title><summary type='text'>I naively thought she was napping...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/2902763776367025306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=2902763776367025306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2902763776367025306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2902763776367025306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/04/abigails-new-trick.html' title='Abigail&apos;s New Trick'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/S9iMCvv_sWI/AAAAAAAAAbc/mo7k3LnK-9o/s72-c/crib+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-1954696037388175309</id><published>2010-04-23T20:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T10:59:09.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough Already</title><summary type='text'>My husband told me the funniest joke I'd ever heard yesterday. He wants to buy a jogging stroller off Craigslist. So we can jog. Together. Because it'd be good for us.

Yeah, pretty much. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. I told him if we did, he'd have to start from ground zero with me, because I doubt I can run to the end of my street without getting winded. He told me he was game. So</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/1954696037388175309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=1954696037388175309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1954696037388175309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1954696037388175309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/04/enough-already.html' title='Enough Already'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-2443088445318682938</id><published>2010-04-19T16:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T16:47:38.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Desert Life</title><summary type='text'>
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.

Thanks to the time change, Abi-girl slept in until nine AM today. She's napping again now.

We just got back from the grocery store. And now I ought to be unpacking. Or doing dishes. Instead I started flipping through the photos of our (wonderful, marvelous, relaxing, lazy, gluttonous) vacation in Phoenix. Here are a few shots of how we spent our time:

 Oma</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/2443088445318682938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=2443088445318682938' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2443088445318682938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2443088445318682938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-desert-life.html' title='This Desert Life'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/S8yiOGsZwsI/AAAAAAAAAaU/LSrHF4S3CQE/s72-c/abigail+visits+oma+april+2010+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-522083232093726383</id><published>2010-04-13T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T09:32:30.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweet Life</title><summary type='text'>The window guys are at our house right now, so Abigail and I aren't. We escaped to Panera to have some breakfast. I ate an egg and cheese breakfast sandwich and coffee. Abigail had some pears and is now working her way steadily through a bag of Cheerios. We're chilling. It's a perfect morning - sunny and warm. Panera is bustling (mostly with old people or businessmen.) Days like these I feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/522083232093726383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=522083232093726383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/522083232093726383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/522083232093726383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/04/sweet-life.html' title='The Sweet Life'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-3828507958090506676</id><published>2010-04-12T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:49:21.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona!</title><summary type='text'>On Wednesday, Vid, Bubs and I are leaving on a jet plane to visit Oma in her desert-land. We're pretty excited. AZ means some alone time for us, because Oma will be hanging with the Babblegail as much as possible. It means yummy Mexican food and margaritas and sun and swimming and a hot tub and sleeping in (sort of). The last time David and I visited my mom was almost exactly two months before </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/3828507958090506676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=3828507958090506676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/3828507958090506676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/3828507958090506676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/04/arizona.html' title='Arizona!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-7914244071317991264</id><published>2010-03-25T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:42:13.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Side of the Bed?</title><summary type='text'>Why do "one of those days" days exist?

Today ought to be a good day. Abigail slept for ten hours straight last night. We went to Bible Study at church this morning, which I love, and there was brunch, which I also love (sometimes too much, I'll confess). I loved talking with the women in my small group.

We're home now. There's plenty of coffee in the pot. Abigail is playing contentedly, and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/7914244071317991264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=7914244071317991264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7914244071317991264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7914244071317991264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/03/wrong-side-of-bed.html' title='Wrong Side of the Bed?'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-3866655289569420163</id><published>2010-03-15T21:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T21:31:14.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>You Are What You Eat</title><summary type='text'>I am suddenly surrounded by people who are fixated on food. Specifically, fixated on how to eat organically, healthily, &amp; humanely. People who search out hormone-free milk that comes from grass-fed cows. People who want to buy chicken that comes from birds who are allowed to walk around outside before they are... well... made edible. People who compare the prices of organic produce at Trader </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/3866655289569420163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=3866655289569420163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/3866655289569420163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/3866655289569420163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-are-what-you-eat.html' title='You Are What You Eat'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-5975227340808189321</id><published>2010-03-12T16:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T16:08:28.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Move</title><summary type='text'>Abigail is mobile.

She's not crawling, not exactly, but she is "worming" - scooting herself hands and knees across the floor. It's slow, but it's most definitely progress. If she's on the floor and I turn my back on her for a minute, when I turn around again, she's somewhere other than where I left her. And it's usually somewhere rather far from where she was.

She works so hard to go not very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/5975227340808189321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=5975227340808189321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/5975227340808189321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/5975227340808189321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-move.html' title='On the Move'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-759367401643235418</id><published>2010-03-10T08:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T08:38:24.345-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suburbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>Revenge of the Snow Drops</title><summary type='text'>Last spring, when I was mucho prego, I had a bout of cabin fever and needed to get outside. So I attacked our front gardens, pulling up hundreds of little while snowdrop flowers that had popped up in early March. I literally pulled the bulbs out in fistfuls, making piles and piles of the ugly little flowers. (I hate calling a flower ugly, but really, these were. They have a wussy little white </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/759367401643235418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=759367401643235418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/759367401643235418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/759367401643235418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/03/revenge-of-snow-drops.html' title='Revenge of the Snow Drops'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-1606034737633247280</id><published>2010-03-08T09:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T09:39:10.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Messes</title><summary type='text'>Okay moms - if any of you have been keeping up with the blog - I need some advice. Abigail sleeps through the night - anywhere from 9-12 hours. When she wakes in the morning, she is ALWAYS soaked through. Onesie, PJs, sheets, mattress liner. 

We tried cloth diapers at first (she wears those during the day and doesn't leak), but she soaked through those. So then we bought Pampers Baby Dry 12 Hour</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/1606034737633247280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=1606034737633247280' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1606034737633247280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1606034737633247280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/03/messes.html' title='Messes'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-2194703282671589048</id><published>2010-03-04T14:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:33:36.584-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>My New Favorite... and Other Stuff</title><summary type='text'>Sooo...I discovered last week that Aldi makes these awwwwwwwwwesome "homestyle" peanut butter cookies. They are soft and chewy and pretty much amazing. If you put one in the microwave for 8 seconds, it even tastes fresh-baked. I also discovered that Aldi makes a pretty delish version of Moose Tracks Ice Cream. I was afraid cheap ice cream = low PB cup ratio, but no... it's super yummy. Last night</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/2194703282671589048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=2194703282671589048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2194703282671589048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2194703282671589048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-new-favorite-and-other-stuff.html' title='My New Favorite... and Other Stuff'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-9161376091898447248</id><published>2010-02-20T12:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:47:34.187-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><title type='text'>Lenten Indecision</title><summary type='text'>Lent is kind of a new concept for me. Growing up, I was Catholic/Lutheran, and not much good at being either. It was in high school, at a non-denominational church, where I first heard and believed the gospel. Being a typical "seeker-friendly" church, they didn't follow the church calendar or any kind of liturgy or tradition. So, in my mind Lent = Bad Catholic Practice Involving Unnecessary </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/9161376091898447248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=9161376091898447248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/9161376091898447248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/9161376091898447248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/02/lenten-indecision.html' title='Lenten Indecision'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-7395262770291415993</id><published>2010-02-10T13:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:14:15.838-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suburbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommyhood'/><title type='text'>I'm Sure She Was Trying to Be Nice...</title><summary type='text'>My child is being kind to mommy today and is taking a marathon nap, so I'm grabbing my opportunity to have some "me" time. I haven't blogged in a while - so now's my chance. How far can I get before she wakes up?

Illinois is sitting under, what, another foot of snow? Next year, when I hint that I'm looking foward to the first snowfall, someone remind me that I hate February. And early this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/7395262770291415993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=7395262770291415993' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7395262770291415993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7395262770291415993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-sure-she-was-trying-to-be-nice.html' title='I&apos;m Sure She Was Trying to Be Nice...'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-2409326593693371278</id><published>2010-02-03T13:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T13:06:18.665-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommyhood'/><title type='text'>My Tuesdays</title><summary type='text'> And sometimes my Wednesdays, too. Abigail and Benjamin hang out in our living room. As you can see, they have a grand good time together. 
Benjamin chewed Abigail's clippy butterfly toy the entire time he was here today - an hour and a half. Hey, whatever floats his boat, I guess.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/2409326593693371278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=2409326593693371278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2409326593693371278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2409326593693371278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-tuesdays.html' title='My Tuesdays'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/S2nHNc6Nh2I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UyaOimDz1t8/s72-c/my+tuesdays+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-7162749370547205027</id><published>2010-01-27T16:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:18:57.970-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>"Paul Newman was tall."</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever been listening to the radio, only to have the music and/or commercial suddenly cut out and go to dead air? It happens, it seems, especially often on KLOVE (not that I, er, listen to KLOVE). When it happens, I always feel a bit awkward and embarrassed for the station. Kinda like when you're at a party and the conversation is going along trippingly, and then someone who is not as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/7162749370547205027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=7162749370547205027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7162749370547205027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7162749370547205027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2010/01/paul-newman-was-tall.html' title='&quot;Paul Newman was tall.&quot;'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-7243178265050637786</id><published>2009-12-20T15:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T15:14:16.194-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Seconds</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/7243178265050637786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=7243178265050637786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7243178265050637786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7243178265050637786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-seconds.html' title='10 Seconds'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/Sy6SK2yCDyI/AAAAAAAAAZg/TNSqtiEoEdo/s72-c/abigail+5+months+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-3183956281773407798</id><published>2009-12-19T12:03:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T14:59:30.378-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Season's Greetings</title><summary type='text'>David was SO PROUD of that sugar cookie he frosted, he made me the best Christmas card ever.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/3183956281773407798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=3183956281773407798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/3183956281773407798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/3183956281773407798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/12/seasons-greetings.html' title='Season&apos;s Greetings'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/Sy6PFXIvv_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/XYgZmlaozfM/s72-c/abigail+5+months+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-4407594532557262410</id><published>2009-12-10T16:18:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:38:35.513-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Sweet Tooth</title><summary type='text'>I decided this year to make my first-ever batch of sugar cookies. My family has a recipe, but I'm not particularly fond of it. (Every time I admit it, my mother tells me she thinks there's a defective gene in the pool, somewhere.) My family makes crispy, thin sugar cookies, with sprinkles. I prefer thick, soft cookies, with frosting.I used (and tweaked) the recipe from Joy of Cooking. I thought </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/4407594532557262410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=4407594532557262410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/4407594532557262410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/4407594532557262410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/12/sweet-tooth.html' title='Sweet Tooth'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SyF1kgLqHJI/AAAAAAAAAY4/0AmXULLrr_4/s72-c/cookies+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-6214382395378649722</id><published>2009-12-10T14:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:20:53.947-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><title type='text'>Funny Aunt Lauren</title><summary type='text'>




We took this the day after Thanksgiving. (Sorry for the blurry start - I was still getting the hang of things.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/6214382395378649722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=6214382395378649722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/6214382395378649722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/6214382395378649722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/12/funny-aunt-lauren.html' title='Funny Aunt Lauren'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-8004376311386217804</id><published>2009-12-08T16:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:41:00.774-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommyhood'/><title type='text'>The Animal Kingdom</title><summary type='text'>Well, Thanksgiving came and went, and I have yet to take and post pictures of what was in the mystery package from Oma. Basically, it was great. It was Christmas in a box. Soon, I will post pictures - and hopefully a video - of some of the fun.In other news, one of Abigail's favorite books is Sandra Boynton's Moo, Baa, La, La La.  I am proud to say it is the first little-kid book I have memorized</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/8004376311386217804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=8004376311386217804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/8004376311386217804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/8004376311386217804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/12/animal-kingdom.html' title='The Animal Kingdom'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-7928890849562964502</id><published>2009-11-24T10:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:13:41.371-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Temptation</title><summary type='text'>Oma sent a package.



We're not allowed to open it until Thursday.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/7928890849562964502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=7928890849562964502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7928890849562964502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7928890849562964502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/11/temptation.html' title='Temptation'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/Swv-jxFtG1I/AAAAAAAAAYw/juZyT7_xaPA/s72-c/package+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-2609655045142493220</id><published>2009-11-21T16:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T16:27:55.821-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><title type='text'>What Naptime Looks Like in Our House</title><summary type='text'>
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/2609655045142493220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=2609655045142493220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2609655045142493220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2609655045142493220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-naptime-looks-like-in-our-house.html' title='What Naptime Looks Like in Our House'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SwhpEFtYn_I/AAAAAAAAAYo/n9qFzhk6WQU/s72-c/rolling+over+in+bed+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-62042070628243525</id><published>2009-11-20T12:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:05:38.794-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>How Low Can You Go?</title><summary type='text'>I am a compulsive list-maker. I don't think I have always been one, but the practice has grown out of my realization that I am extremely absent-minded. Seriously, thoughts fly through my head at such a rate that if I do not write something down immediately, it's gone. It doesn't matter what it is - an item for the grocery list, a task I have been meaning to do, a question for David, a thought for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/62042070628243525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=62042070628243525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/62042070628243525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/62042070628243525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-low-can-you-go.html' title='How Low Can You Go?'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/Swbm7ulVwgI/AAAAAAAAAYg/TkOnFu8PGQw/s72-c/Post+Its.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-6953582196486572670</id><published>2009-11-17T09:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:13:45.985-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><title type='text'>Peanut Butter Cookies and Coffee for Breakfast Do Not Help Lose the Baby Weight</title><summary type='text'>But they were good.

I overslept today. My alarm was set and went off, but I apparently had other plans. I don't remember my alarm, but I do remember opening my eyes, rolling over, and looking at the clock at 8:30 AM. 8:30. That's ridiculous.

I have an excuse, though. Babystyles has changed her routine lately. She's not sleeping through the night anymore, waking up one to three times during the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/6953582196486572670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=6953582196486572670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/6953582196486572670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/6953582196486572670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/11/peanut-butter-cookies-and-coffee-for.html' title='Peanut Butter Cookies and Coffee for Breakfast Do Not Help Lose the Baby Weight'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SwK-9ZEeNlI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Up3vIK_puoo/s72-c/abigail+4+mo+november+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-8576943149612332230</id><published>2009-11-16T16:30:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:14:28.291-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor'/><title type='text'>This Little Piggy</title><summary type='text'>I have found over and over again in the past year or so that people expect me to know things I do not know. At first it made me angry. But now it's happened so many times, I'm beginning to think maybe I should. At least, the way they communicate with me, I feel like I should. I feel like I have the word "STUPID" stamped in red on my forehead.

Take today, for example. David and I need to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/8576943149612332230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=8576943149612332230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/8576943149612332230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/8576943149612332230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/11/being-grown-up.html' title='This Little Piggy'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-2151374748445367271</id><published>2009-11-02T08:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:21:47.116-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn'/><title type='text'>What the Squirrels Did</title><summary type='text'>

Classy, eh? I'm sure our neighbors loved us.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/2151374748445367271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=2151374748445367271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2151374748445367271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2151374748445367271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-squirrels-did.html' title='What the Squirrels Did'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/Su7syLePELI/AAAAAAAAAYI/GSL1XpXULvg/s72-c/abigiail+4+mo+oct+31+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-24487255271325270</id><published>2009-10-29T09:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:22:03.510-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><title type='text'>Birthday!</title><summary type='text'>Happy 4 Month Birthday to Abigail!



And when I asked her how she felt about her birthday...





</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/24487255271325270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=24487255271325270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/24487255271325270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/24487255271325270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday.html' title='Birthday!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SumrVBtkM8I/AAAAAAAAAX0/P3zp6yDQMLg/s72-c/Abigail+4+months+oct+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-8609189570080850914</id><published>2009-10-28T21:03:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:22:21.194-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn'/><title type='text'>David Thinks They're Cute</title><summary type='text'>David and I are trying to save money these days. Now that we live on one salary, we know we have to be careful with how we spend "extra" money. (I use that term loosely. There is no "extra" right now.) Among other things, that means cutting down our grocery bill drastically. What we've been doing lately is buying as many groceries as possible at Aldi. David's rule is that we have to try </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/8609189570080850914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=8609189570080850914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/8609189570080850914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/8609189570080850914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/10/david-thinks-theyre-cute.html' title='David Thinks They&apos;re Cute'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SukDzf_JXtI/AAAAAAAAAXU/neLsQxKKMIE/s72-c/the+squirrel+2009+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-6444201609771799168</id><published>2009-10-27T12:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:22:41.964-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommyhood'/><title type='text'>A Bit of Gloating</title><summary type='text'>So, I haven't blogged for a while because... well, I haven't had much to say. I could bore you with the small details of Abigail's development, or gush about how she is probably the perfect child... but I know better. I know all new moms probably feel that way at some point. And frankly, though David and I might be enthralled with the fact that she is now blowing raspberries (who knew "phptps" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/6444201609771799168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=6444201609771799168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/6444201609771799168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/6444201609771799168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/10/bit-of-gloating.html' title='A Bit of Gloating'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/Suc2Ds4Xf_I/AAAAAAAAAXM/LG1iZVCD0fU/s72-c/cabin+weekend+2009+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-8415357325517940597</id><published>2009-10-07T16:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:23:02.870-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suburbia'/><title type='text'>Why I Hate Jewel</title><summary type='text'>The expiration date on the Colby Jack said November 2009. When I opened it, this is what I found:



Gross.

This is not the first time Jewel has sold me spoiled food. You would think I'd learn my lesson. But no, I keep going back for more. What can I say? I guess I have a thing for fuzzy blue strawberries... and apparently, fuzzy blue cheese.
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We came upon two girls playing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/6002609081143817446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=6002609081143817446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/6002609081143817446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/6002609081143817446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/09/disillusionment.html' title='Disillusionment'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-4914064455073907649</id><published>2009-09-23T13:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:23:37.242-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suburbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommyhood'/><title type='text'>I Am That Mom</title><summary type='text'>I will never be as cool - or artistic - or chill - as I would like to be. I am realizing this.

Several factors are working against me.

Namely, the minivan. I should have known it when we bought it - I did know it when we bought it. Minivan=Nerdliness. I am so that mom driving around. When all I had was my Nissan, I used to sneer at slow minivans, lumbering away from stoplights, filling all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/4914064455073907649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=4914064455073907649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/4914064455073907649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/4914064455073907649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-that-mom.html' title='I Am That Mom'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-1960807256982187777</id><published>2009-09-21T12:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:23:55.088-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommyhood'/><title type='text'>First Day Without Daddy</title><summary type='text'>

On Thursday evening Abigail rolled over (back-to-tummy) for the first time. Her accomplishment was met with cheers and applause all around. She was 11.5 weeks old.

This morning, David got up and went to work for the first time in 12 weeks. Yup. Today marks my first "real" day of being a stay-at-home-Mom.

I can't believe how quickly the time went. It's been such a blessing to have David at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/1960807256982187777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=1960807256982187777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1960807256982187777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1960807256982187777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-without-daddy.html' title='First Day Without Daddy'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/Sre21mDNcdI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ppEQX6Cmukc/s72-c/abigail+3+mo+oma+visit+097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-5764336501976001489</id><published>2009-09-16T11:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:24:35.558-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suburbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The House'/><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><summary type='text'>There is a difference between tidying and cleaning.

Perhaps you already knew this. Probably I did too, and have just been deluding myself for most of my adult life. I always sort thought - nay - prided myself - that I was someone who liked cleaning, and who kept a clean house.

To my chagrin, I discovered today I do not keep a clean house. I have a tidy house. Tidy is fluffing pillows and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/5764336501976001489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=5764336501976001489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/5764336501976001489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/5764336501976001489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/09/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-4825060536400793961</id><published>2009-09-15T19:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:25:15.407-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommyhood'/><title type='text'>PS Diaper Update</title><summary type='text'>Some of you have asked what happened with the cloth diapers. Here's the skinny:

I like them. They are soft and cuddly, and Abigail doesn't seem to mind the extra fabric between her legs, or the ghetto-bootie they give her. (The diapers make her look like she's wearing a bustle beneath her onesie.) I have not encountered any blowouts, and she isn't getting diaper rash like she was with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/4825060536400793961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=4825060536400793961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/4825060536400793961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/4825060536400793961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/09/ps-diaper-update.html' title='PS Diaper Update'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-5486547422697423795</id><published>2009-09-15T19:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:25:01.148-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><title type='text'>Hmmmm</title><summary type='text'>So, David left for rehearsal about an hour ago. I puttered around: called my father, dusted a bit, opened up our webcam thinking I would load it onto the computer, put it down, dusted some more. All with a kid in one arm.

Finally realizing that my left arm was numb from carting Abi-girl around, I placed her under her play gym, figuring she could chat it up with her friend Mr. Cardinal while I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/5486547422697423795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=5486547422697423795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/5486547422697423795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/5486547422697423795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-985653223486150837</id><published>2009-09-14T22:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:25:48.465-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>My Rock Star Husband!</title><summary type='text'>Check it out, check it out!

http://decemberadio.com/tour.php?id=80

I'm so proud!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/985653223486150837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=985653223486150837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/985653223486150837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/985653223486150837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-rock-star-husband.html' title='My Rock Star Husband!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-3628763584431420490</id><published>2009-09-07T09:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:26:12.795-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suburbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><title type='text'>On Jeans</title><summary type='text'>In my opinion, jeans shopping is typically a horrible experience. I rank it right up there with bathing suit shopping. Really, they may be equally terrible - and incomparable - seeing as I usually buy jeans in the fall and bathing suits in the late spring. Different seasons, you know? Each terrible in their own way.

Anyway.

I've been wearing my Old Navy maternity jeans since a week after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/3628763584431420490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=3628763584431420490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/3628763584431420490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/3628763584431420490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-jeans.html' title='On Jeans'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-2488718850047091213</id><published>2009-09-05T16:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:26:28.194-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommyhood'/><title type='text'>The Great Diaper Experiment</title><summary type='text'>The Great Diaper Experiment starts today.

Before Abigail was born, I decided that I wanted to use cloth diapers. My reasons were twofold. One, I wanted to save money. Two, I thought it might be better than throwing away thousands of diapers over the next two years.

I talked to my sister-in-law, R, and decided to purchase some Fuzzibunz. I liked their name, and I thought they looked fairly easy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/2488718850047091213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=2488718850047091213' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2488718850047091213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2488718850047091213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/09/great-diaper-experiment.html' title='The Great Diaper Experiment'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-5337912544286329916</id><published>2009-08-29T15:03:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:26:42.675-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Rhode Island Part Three</title><summary type='text'>More sights from RI

On the way to the beach...









Warren's Point Beach after Hurricane Bill







At the Farmer's Market








</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/5337912544286329916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=5337912544286329916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/5337912544286329916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/5337912544286329916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/08/rhode-island-part-three.html' title='Rhode Island Part Three'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SpmLS9epQEI/AAAAAAAAAVc/TZIgLjksXZ0/s72-c/august+stuff+103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-3673426280957173758</id><published>2009-08-29T13:26:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:26:55.989-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Rhode Island Part  Two</title><summary type='text'>
Faces...










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David and I spent the last two weeks in RI. Every summer for the past fifteen years (I think) D's family has had the opportunity to "rent" out a beach house. It's a sweet deal - they have friends in the area who actually live in Louisiana most of the year, but own a summer home on the shore in Little Compton. It's a big enough house to (very cosily) fit the entire family - 7 Yeagers and 5 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/4557045876844988943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=4557045876844988943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/4557045876844988943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/4557045876844988943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/08/rhode-island-part-one.html' title='Rhode Island Part One'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/Spljkwma_dI/AAAAAAAAAT0/PnMArsagk9E/s72-c/august+stuff+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-1145651106196011250</id><published>2009-08-07T16:09:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:27:37.700-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suburbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommyhood'/><title type='text'>Being Old</title><summary type='text'>Our next door neighbor, Andy, is a frail old man we thought was close to 90. He leaves his house daily, backing slowly out of his driveway in a dark blue minivan. (He goes somewhere for part of the day - somewhere like a local Legion or something - for a midday meal.) Every time we see the van leave, we cringe.  Yesterday, on his way, out he stopped to talk to David... and mentioned that he was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/1145651106196011250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=1145651106196011250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1145651106196011250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1145651106196011250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/08/being-old.html' title='Being Old'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/Snya4dOqjdI/AAAAAAAAATs/fcY1MKT-F0k/s72-c/new+car+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-7369911977215210459</id><published>2009-08-01T08:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:28:03.216-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><title type='text'>And Then There Were Three</title><summary type='text'>

Abigail turned a month old on Wednesday. A month. I know it's not much, but it's hard to believe.

I've been up since six AM. Abigail woke wanting to eat, so we did. She ate at 11:00 PM, 3:00 AM, and again at 6. After breakfast she was bright eyed and bushy tailed, as the saying goes. And the sun was up. So I had a choice - try to lull her back to sleep so I could climb back in bed next to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/7369911977215210459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=7369911977215210459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7369911977215210459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7369911977215210459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-then-there-were-three.html' title='And Then There Were Three'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SnRDceJqbjI/AAAAAAAAATk/yGAGOjyM5rM/s72-c/Abigail+Lauren+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-7808039272661014627</id><published>2009-06-26T08:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:28:30.509-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>The Grumpies</title><summary type='text'>I got the grumpies yesterday, big time.

First of all, the doctor (as I expected) told me Baby Girl wasn't doing much - and that I would probably be back to see him on July 1st. He said at that time they would do a non-stress test, checking the baby's heart rate and amount of space &amp; fluid inside me (through a fetal monitor and ultrasound - nothing invasive). Apparently Baby Girl needs to still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/7808039272661014627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=7808039272661014627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7808039272661014627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7808039272661014627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/06/grumpies.html' title='The Grumpies'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-3756110410600367310</id><published>2009-06-24T14:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:28:57.472-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Can anyone tell me...?</title><summary type='text'>What else am I supposed to be doing?

I mean, with my time. I'm not quite sure how to fill it. I feel like I must be missing something. Last week was great. No problems filling the day with cooking, cleaning, getting some exercise, running some errands.

This week has been slower.  Although I spent Monday afternoon having lunch with friends (which was lovely!) I've been rather wanting for things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/3756110410600367310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=3756110410600367310' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/3756110410600367310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/3756110410600367310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-anyone-tell-me.html' title='Can anyone tell me...?'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-3744808246487208938</id><published>2009-06-23T08:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:30:02.683-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anecdotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>Summer!</title><summary type='text'>I hate bugs. I'm a big bug wussy - very bad at killing them, and very grossed out by most all of the insect world. I can't get over my phobia. I always call on Vid to play exterminator.

A few weeks ago, D killed a jibblie bug on our bathroom ceiling. (What's a jibblie bug? It's one of those grayish, hairy, fragile looking millipedes that hang out in damp places in our house. We hate them. When </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/3744808246487208938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=3744808246487208938' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/3744808246487208938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/3744808246487208938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer.html' title='Summer!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-6977407170315398298</id><published>2009-06-20T19:35:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:30:23.868-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>"Can I have your autograph?"</title><summary type='text'>
Last night my husband was asked that question more than a few times. It was our first taste of what it really felt like for him to be a "performer". DYB's concert/album release party was this Friday, and by all counts, I think it was a success.

Despite tornado warnings, rain, and hail, we had about 100 people show up to celebrate with us. I was so glad to see so many people come out. It was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/6977407170315398298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=6977407170315398298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/6977407170315398298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/6977407170315398298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-i-have-your-autograph.html' title='&quot;Can I have your autograph?&quot;'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/Sj2GFnJlaFI/AAAAAAAAATc/ZqzghwOwMEk/s72-c/misc+close+focus+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-1735301082873904434</id><published>2009-06-19T08:44:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:30:47.518-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The House'/><title type='text'>Laundry Issues</title><summary type='text'>When I went to visit my sister over her birthday weekend, she told our family a hilarious story about hot water in the toilet. Basically, when some plumbing work was done on the house, somehow some pipes were switched, and the toilet was hooked up to the hot water pipes. Consequently, every time she or N had to use the facilities, it was quite comfortable. (No chilly toilet seat in winter, right?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/1735301082873904434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=1735301082873904434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1735301082873904434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1735301082873904434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/06/laundry-issues.html' title='Laundry Issues'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SjufTrrSCDI/AAAAAAAAAS0/I6zlyioHrk8/s72-c/misc+close+focus+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-2572906088139781383</id><published>2009-06-18T15:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:31:24.535-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>8 Dozen Cookies + 2 Dozen Cupcakes</title><summary type='text'>= One Hot Mama. Literally. Sweaty. That's a long time in the kitchen.






DYB's concert is happening tomorrow night at Naperville Presbyterian Church, and so I am doing my part to help: Baking my portion of a bunch of desserts for the after party, and learning how to use our new portable credit card swiper so that my friend L and I can work the "merch table". Oooh, sounds so professional!


I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/2572906088139781383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=2572906088139781383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2572906088139781383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2572906088139781383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/06/8-dozen-cookies-2-dozen-cupcakes_18.html' title='8 Dozen Cookies + 2 Dozen Cupcakes'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SjqjMtz_ZNI/AAAAAAAAASs/H90cspuGxE4/s72-c/dyb+desserts+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-2766430741413240385</id><published>2009-06-16T10:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:31:59.626-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mushy Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>Mornings</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday D woke me up with the words, "Today is the first day of the rest of your life."

Groggily I wondered if he meant sleeping in, watching soap operas, and eating bonbons. I did, after all, start my maternity leave yesterday (despite the fact that Baby Girl seems quite content to remain in utero). But I didn't say anything. Just smiled and kissed him good bye as he left for work. And then I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/2766430741413240385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=2766430741413240385' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2766430741413240385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2766430741413240385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/06/mornings.html' title='Mornings'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/Sje9zprmvxI/AAAAAAAAASc/Z3JUYlp00Ks/s72-c/n501397136_162001_9557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-231572535514332878</id><published>2009-06-15T17:16:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:33:25.690-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The House'/><title type='text'>Those Neighbors</title><summary type='text'>Who knew that "Thou shall not covet" could take such trivial forms? I swear, in the past two years of my life, between meeting the man I love, getting married, and buying a home, I have learned more about my imperfect, sinful self than I ever cared to know. Today, I am coveting a pretty lawn. And I am not a gardener.

I'd like to think maybe some day I could be, but things aren't looking good. In</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/231572535514332878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=231572535514332878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/231572535514332878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/231572535514332878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/06/those-neighbors.html' title='Those Neighbors'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SjcEqvtrRSI/AAAAAAAAASU/J5mOlLXzaCE/s72-c/impatien.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-5377147295395830316</id><published>2009-06-13T17:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:33:42.771-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>15 Days</title><summary type='text'>If little Baby Girl comes on time, it's 15 days and counting. The bassinet is up, the diapers are ready, the nursery is fairly well organized. I have a list of things I still want to buy (stuff for after the hospital stay) and am hoping to do that tomorrow. We also need to pack a little overnight bag, although some people tell me that the day I go into labor, I'll have enough time to get that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/5377147295395830316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=5377147295395830316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/5377147295395830316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/5377147295395830316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/06/15-days.html' title='15 Days'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-82043283905337252</id><published>2009-06-12T15:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:32:36.849-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mushy Stuff'/><title type='text'>Jai Guru Deva Om</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I was listening to the I Am Sam soundtrack. I love that movie, and I love that soundtrack. If you don’t know it, you should go get it. It’s all Beatles covers, done by interesting artists. I can’t decide if Eddie Vedder’s “You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away”, Ben Folds, “Golden Slumbers,” or Sarah McLachlan's, “Blackbird” is my favorite. I could list others, too.

Anyway. I was on my way</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/82043283905337252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=82043283905337252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/82043283905337252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/82043283905337252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/06/jai-guru-deva-om.html' title='Jai Guru Deva Om'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-2779783240687221836</id><published>2009-06-11T22:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:34:13.854-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mushy Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>Angelic Choruses</title><summary type='text'>I think that's what I heard on Tuesday night when Vid walked through the door with two boxes of CDs, a stack of posters, and a box of T-shirts. Yes folks, the CD is DONE.

Hallelujah.

Here it is in all its glory:




Personally, I think my husband looks pretty stinking hot.
www.davidyeagerband.com
Go buy a CD. You can download the songs or get an actual copy.  You can get a T-shirt, or a sticker</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/2779783240687221836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=2779783240687221836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2779783240687221836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2779783240687221836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/06/angelic-choruses.html' title='Angelic Choruses'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SjHJ4e9fXBI/AAAAAAAAASM/PDDtKR7WSrw/s72-c/album+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-1264264655107366673</id><published>2009-06-08T20:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:35:24.325-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mushy Stuff'/><title type='text'>We</title><summary type='text'>Neither one of us is good at being sick. And man, are we exciting tonight.

I'm sitting here with my Fred Flintstone feet propped in front of me, trying to slow the swelling that begins the instant I get out of bed in the morning. My belly feels huge, my back aches, and no, to those of you who posted on Facebook, I am not packed yet. Trust me, it's stressing me out. My friend Ann is coming over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/1264264655107366673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=1264264655107366673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1264264655107366673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1264264655107366673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/06/we.html' title='We'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-6735439291129593214</id><published>2009-06-08T11:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:35:58.217-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anecdotes'/><title type='text'>Rainforest</title><summary type='text'>Last night it poured buckets. Buckets. And although it was thundering and lightning out, which made me think the rain would be pounding in through the windows, it seemed to be coming straight down.

(Can I take a moment here and say that I hate it when I read the word "lightening" when people mean the other? If you are talking about a storm, I am pretty darn sure that you want to say "lightning".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/6735439291129593214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=6735439291129593214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/6735439291129593214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/6735439291129593214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/06/rainforest.html' title='Rainforest'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-6635485889131068707</id><published>2009-06-07T21:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:36:45.040-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Reasons Why</title><summary type='text'>We had a lovely, albeit somewhat expensive, weekend. (I guess that's allowed sometimes.)

On Friday:
1. D and I went to the fire station to learn how to install the car seat. It takes up most of the back seat of the car. No kidding. We almost drove to a dealership to look at bigger cars... But we refrained. I'm glad it's done.
2. Dinner at Tapatio's - our favorite authentic greasy burrito joint. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/6635485889131068707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=6635485889131068707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/6635485889131068707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/6635485889131068707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/06/9-reasons-why.html' title='Reasons Why'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-6534457535104745901</id><published>2009-06-04T10:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:32:54.301-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>Check it out!</title><summary type='text'>Cathy Hill, a woman at our church, works for a local Christian radio station as a band/concert promoter. She recently posted on David's latest gig over at Backthird Audio. Take a look!

http://countmeinconcerts.blogspot.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/6534457535104745901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=6534457535104745901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/6534457535104745901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/6534457535104745901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/06/check-it-out.html' title='Check it out!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-697487470820221121</id><published>2009-05-28T20:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:38:01.762-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>Day In, Day Out</title><summary type='text'>I know it's been too long since I blogged, but what can I say? I've been so pooped after work I haven't had the energy to sit down and write. However, right now I'm propped up on the couch watching a bunch of brilliant kids compete in the national Spelling Bee. (I'm also eating a brownie. Mmmm.) These kids are incredible. I feel really, really dumb watching them.

While I sit on my duff, David's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/697487470820221121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=697487470820221121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/697487470820221121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/697487470820221121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-its-been-too-long-since-i.html' title='Day In, Day Out'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-3200365774489605375</id><published>2009-05-13T16:14:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:38:20.439-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>So Cool!</title><summary type='text'>Last Friday David prepared two of the songs off the upcoming album and went and played them at a local songwriters' workshop at a recording studio in Aurora. (For those of you who are curious, he chose Testify and Sound.) Apparently this is something the studio does monthly. The other musicians rate the performances, focusing on the songwriting, and give constructive criticism and/or praise. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/3200365774489605375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=3200365774489605375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/3200365774489605375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/3200365774489605375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-cool.html' title='So Cool!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/Sgs-KoBg9nI/AAAAAAAAASE/9yNfwobdqss/s72-c/AEF0793+tray+aeP001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-4994937460570581316</id><published>2009-05-12T08:09:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:39:00.097-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anecdotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The House'/><title type='text'>Squirrels</title><summary type='text'>David and I are trying our hand at survival landscaping this spring. Our yard looks like junk. Our trees need to be trimmed, our lawn treated and weeded, and our flowerbeds redone. I’d love to rip out the bushes in front of our house and plant small flowering trees. I’d love to mulch and put in a new walk to the front door. I’d love to bury the sump pump hose that sticks out from behind the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/4994937460570581316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=4994937460570581316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/4994937460570581316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/4994937460570581316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/05/squirrels.html' title='Squirrels'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-1815900455179899545</id><published>2009-05-05T21:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:39:28.574-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mushy Stuff'/><title type='text'>Something I Like</title><summary type='text'>I like when my husband misses me. More accurately, I like when he expresses that he misses (or will miss) me.

Case in point: Tonight I had a haircut scheduled almost immediately after work. When D called on his way home, I let him know I had to rush home to grab a bite to eat and run right back out the door to get to the salon on time. I told him I probably wouldn't see him before he left for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/1815900455179899545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=1815900455179899545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1815900455179899545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1815900455179899545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-i-like.html' title='Something I Like'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-1638445777255301346</id><published>2009-05-04T20:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:53:16.218-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Gardening</title><summary type='text'>I am sitting on the couch with my Fred Flintstone feet propped up in front of me. As I type, D is practicing Jill. Over and over again.

I hurt. A lot.

Not because of D and his song, but because I accidentally worked out yesterday. (Which reminds me just now that I had a dream last night about jogging, and I woke rather concerned that I had exerted such energy, albeit in an unconscious state. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/1638445777255301346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=1638445777255301346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1638445777255301346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1638445777255301346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/05/gardening.html' title='Gardening'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-8749586339298970292</id><published>2009-04-26T16:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:53:43.892-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>The Martin</title><summary type='text'>He did it. They were successful. D has a shiny new guitar.

I expect to be a guitar widow for the next few weeks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/8749586339298970292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=8749586339298970292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/8749586339298970292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/8749586339298970292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/04/martin.html' title='The Martin'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-4552713695881978184</id><published>2009-04-25T11:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:54:28.768-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suburbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The House'/><title type='text'>Decisions, Decisions</title><summary type='text'>We have a dusty house. I'm feeling good and productive this morning because I got up and straightened the house - but as I look around, I can see the dust everywhere. And frankly, after straightening, doing dishes and folding laundry, the last thing I want to do it pull out a dust rag and a vacuum. I can't keep up with our crumbly old house. Some days I might want to, but not today.

It's a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/4552713695881978184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=4552713695881978184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/4552713695881978184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/4552713695881978184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/04/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, Decisions'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-5041905331860442612</id><published>2009-04-24T14:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:09:51.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!</title><summary type='text'>It is 81 and sunny right now! Glorious, glorious day!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/5041905331860442612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=5041905331860442612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/5041905331860442612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/5041905331860442612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='!!!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-5137395583024128458</id><published>2009-04-23T07:16:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:55:22.958-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Oh Blah Di...</title><summary type='text'>

There's nothing like starting a blog to make you realize how mundane your life really is. Stuff happens to us, but is it really worth publishing and making you read it?

Here's an updated photo of Baby Yeager in utero. I'll be 31 weeks on Saturday. She's moving around a lot, and making me feel rather sluggish and out of shape. We have some nice weather the next few days, and I am going to find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/5137395583024128458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=5137395583024128458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/5137395583024128458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/5137395583024128458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-blah-di.html' title='Oh Blah Di...'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SfD-AmwbWQI/AAAAAAAAAR8/CiHeeAo3Jwk/s72-c/30+weeks+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-7360627975376586780</id><published>2009-04-13T08:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:55:58.216-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

On Thursday night David announced he had an unexpected day off on Friday. Good Friday usually isn't a holiday at the bank for him, but last week, his boss was feeling benevolent. D said he'd stay home and work on house stuff. (We're still in the process of getting stuff back to the basement.) So, I went to work, and he puttered at the house. 
Look what I found when I got home! Isn't my honeyman</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/7360627975376586780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=7360627975376586780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7360627975376586780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7360627975376586780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-thursday-night-david-announced-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SeM8SHb043I/AAAAAAAAARg/1RstJ_Gn4vU/s72-c/nursery+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-8127285174221965182</id><published>2009-04-07T21:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:56:21.874-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The House'/><title type='text'>Ta-dah!</title><summary type='text'>For those of you who actually KNOW how to do home improvement projects, or maybe really just love plumbing disasters, here's what we spent all our money on:









Thrilling, no? Sorry the pics are leaning to one side... so is our basement. And me, with 21 lbs of baby weight on me, I might occasionally list to one side, too. 
It's funny. D and I are really pleased this project is done, but it's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/8127285174221965182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=8127285174221965182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/8127285174221965182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/8127285174221965182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/04/ta-dah.html' title='Ta-dah!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SdwIeCVb53I/AAAAAAAAARQ/sgHmrHNx8U8/s72-c/the+basement+project+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-3611342807460566267</id><published>2009-04-03T07:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:18:12.397-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flood'/><title type='text'>Friday AM</title><summary type='text'>The basement is done! Pictures coming soon. (Lots of new pipes and concrete... oh boy!)

It's a little overwhelming - our finished basement is basically unfinished now, and we need to rebuild shelves and install a few new electrical boxes to make space for the sewer/pump plugs, but... at least we can use our washer and dryer again!

Now we need to move everything back downstairs...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/3611342807460566267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=3611342807460566267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/3611342807460566267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/3611342807460566267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-am.html' title='Friday AM'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-7160527608800039956</id><published>2009-03-31T07:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:57:33.310-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anecdotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Cookie Monster and Lost</title><summary type='text'>When I'm at work, but not actually focused on my job, here are the kinds of things that happen:

Andrea and I were at lunch the other day. And Pat (the office admin) brought cookies and brownies to lunch – the Lofthouse super soft cookies with lots of frosting. Andrea exclaimed over the cookies, saying, “C is for Cookie! That’s good enough for me!”

I reminded her, “A cookie is a sometimes food. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/7160527608800039956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=7160527608800039956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7160527608800039956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7160527608800039956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/03/cookie-monster-and-lost.html' title='Cookie Monster and Lost'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SdIPcW6BXiI/AAAAAAAAARA/9qBLthyo3JE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-4420546049714408315</id><published>2009-03-30T21:07:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:58:55.757-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The House'/><title type='text'>Basement Pictures Day 2 and 3</title><summary type='text'>
I came home and saw this on our kitchen wall, in the alcove leading out to the backyard/basement. David had warned me they needed "access" to some pipes in order to "vent our downstairs bathroom". I didn't really know what that meant. These holes are bigger than my palm. After seeing those, I almost didn't go downstairs... But I did.

This is the sight that greeted me at the bottom of the steps.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/4420546049714408315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=4420546049714408315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/4420546049714408315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/4420546049714408315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/03/basement-pictures-day-2-and-3.html' title='Basement Pictures Day 2 and 3'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SdF8BQK3S_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/t5-ke-WKLCg/s72-c/basement+day+2+and+3+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-8196443621795433674</id><published>2009-03-30T08:18:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:59:28.658-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The House'/><title type='text'>Pics of the basement!</title><summary type='text'>Hi all. Sorry I haven't posted. Internet at home is on the fritz. Here are some shots from Day One: 


These two show the laundry room, where the majority of the work is being done. It was originally unfinished... but to see this is a little unnerving.







You can see here they've dug a trench (in which pipes will go to reroute storm water seepage)... The trench goes ALL the way around the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/8196443621795433674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=8196443621795433674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/8196443621795433674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/8196443621795433674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/03/pics-of-basement.html' title='Pics of the basement!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SdDH2TIQqNI/AAAAAAAAAP4/z6Zp6r98Lk0/s72-c/basement+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-2846917753296688349</id><published>2009-03-20T08:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:00:01.740-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The House'/><title type='text'>The Prep Work</title><summary type='text'>
(Warning to Oma:
no comments about me writing a downer post, okay? I figure this is important.)


And so it begins. Last night David started hauling stuff up from the basement so that we (or rather, our plumbers) can start work on Monday morning. This is what things looked like after about two hours of work. There's still a ton of stuff down there. If I can, I'll take some before pictures, so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/2846917753296688349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=2846917753296688349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2846917753296688349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2846917753296688349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/03/prep-work.html' title='The Prep Work'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/ScOVbsKs2ZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/6JLw6oJIstw/s72-c/the+basement+project+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-1533597518589596274</id><published>2009-03-18T20:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:00:28.049-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anecdotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Being Preggers</title><summary type='text'>I noticed something on Sunday at church: My belly gets me lots of attention.

Case in point: I decided to wear a maternity dress to church the other day because we are finally having some spring weather here. Over 10 people commented on how I looked (I just did a count in my head.) - and those were people I knew. But what was fascinating to me yesterday was that three women I did not know walked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/1533597518589596274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=1533597518589596274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1533597518589596274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1533597518589596274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-preggers.html' title='Being Preggers'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-5772646747142581102</id><published>2009-03-14T10:40:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:00:57.238-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The House'/><title type='text'>Surviving on Venus</title><summary type='text'>So Google tells me that today is Italian astronomer Giovanni Schiaparelli's 174th birthday. Apparently, a long, long time ago, he drew a map of what he imagined was Mars, and his work apparently "started a revolution in astronomy." I should probably know who he is. I don't. I bet D and his family do.

Google's homepage got me thinking about Ray Bradbury, the science fiction author. Images of Mr. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/5772646747142581102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=5772646747142581102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/5772646747142581102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/5772646747142581102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/03/surviving-on-venus.html' title='Surviving on Venus'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q62yy1y3H14/Sbw9eZU0joI/AAAAAAAAAPg/yqjFpMJpAvU/s72-c/clutter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-4516470761463086948</id><published>2009-03-11T20:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:01:27.689-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suburbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>"Idol"izing</title><summary type='text'>I'm an Idol watcher. I have to confess, I love it. I know it's silly, commercialized, and probably rigged, but I look forward to it every season. They're cutting the first two people from the top 13 tonight. Jorge and Anoop are waiting with baited breath in the sidelines to see which one of them is getting booted tonight. They have to wait through a billion commercials, and a Kelly Clarkson song.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/4516470761463086948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=4516470761463086948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/4516470761463086948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/4516470761463086948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/03/idolizing.html' title='&quot;Idol&quot;izing'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-2636625862475722421</id><published>2009-03-06T07:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T07:50:43.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh</title><summary type='text'>60 degrees and sun. Glorious. If the weather were like this all the time I'd be content. Yesterday I wore my spring coat (a maternity coat given by a friend) and by the end of the day, didn't even need it!I'm being tricked, I know. I know the cold will come back. But it's these hints that give me hope.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/2636625862475722421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=2636625862475722421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2636625862475722421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/2636625862475722421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/03/ahhhh.html' title='Ahhhh'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-7638480133278030380</id><published>2009-03-03T20:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:58:33.646-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Musical Moments</title><summary type='text'>Is it just me, or does your life feel much more like a movie when you're in your car listening to music at top volume? I've held that belief a long time. I'll put a CD on in the car, look out my window, and suddenly, I'm in a movie. Sometimes the scene is sunny and cheerful, sometimes rainy and pensive. It doesn't really matter. I enjoy it because I seriously imagine that my life has its own </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/7638480133278030380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=7638480133278030380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7638480133278030380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/7638480133278030380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/03/musical-moments.html' title='Musical Moments'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-1135467451768915355</id><published>2009-02-27T07:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:02:28.155-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flood'/><title type='text'>Barns</title><summary type='text'>It stormed last night, and we had our third flood of the year since May.

Thankfully, this was nothing compared to the last two floods. It rained all day, but started in earnest at about 6:00, pounding down until about 10:30. We realized we have more than just a city sewer problem. The groundwater seeps in through myriad cracks in our foundation. Good times, folks, good times. David was kept </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/1135467451768915355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=1135467451768915355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1135467451768915355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1135467451768915355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/02/barns.html' title='Barns'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-1670037665769201689</id><published>2009-02-26T20:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:03:19.651-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>Double Whammy</title><summary type='text'>I'm posting twice today. It must be important, right?

It is. David created a band website! Yeah, I know I just told you guys to go check out his blog, but now there's the website. And it's cooler.

http://www.davidyeagerband.com

Check it out. You can look at photos, download songs, read the band bios, read David's blog - all kinds of stuff. Yes, the blog is fun, but this is the real deal.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/1670037665769201689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=1670037665769201689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1670037665769201689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1670037665769201689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/02/double-whammy.html' title='Double Whammy'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-1587551727112707236</id><published>2009-02-26T07:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:52:25.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Update</title><summary type='text'>Today was supposed to start with cold, freezing rain. Right now the sun is out and it's about 36 degrees - which feels really mild for Chicago. The forecast is still calling for thunderstorms and cold rain, changing to snow overnight, but I don't want to believe it.Anyway.For those of you who may be curious, yes, the baby is moving, and yes, I can feel her. All the time. She moves when the alarm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/1587551727112707236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=1587551727112707236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1587551727112707236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/1587551727112707236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-update.html' title='Baby Update'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497534167160173187.post-8042887199871598705</id><published>2009-02-21T10:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:15:42.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Indulgence</title><summary type='text'>I want NetFlix.David and I have a nice TV, but no cable. It was an easy way to cut some costs when we moved into the house. Unfortunately, we also get almost no television stations. On a good day, I can choose from ABC (which is blurry at best), WBN, Fox, or the WB. Oh boy.I watch a lot of Simpsons and American Idol. And SuperNanny. And in really dire moments, America's Next Top Model. I know we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/feeds/8042887199871598705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3497534167160173187&amp;postID=8042887199871598705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/8042887199871598705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497534167160173187/posts/default/8042887199871598705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anordinaryday-britt.blogspot.com/2009/02/indulgence.html' title='Indulgence'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580539064933225423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q62yy1y3H14/SDgdnXRTSEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TUC0XazH9VE/S220/DSC_0056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
