<?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-1108755427254340296</id><updated>2012-02-01T04:12:28.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alyssa and Company!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-2058881873597528191</id><published>2010-05-10T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:17:26.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were rich:</title><content type='html'>If I were rich: (I could pretend I would give ALL of it to the poor and needy, but come-on, I'm not that selfless.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I would buy a house with a BIG dining room and BIG kitchen and a BIG garden area and a BIG jetted tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I would buy a brand new Ford Expedition EL with leather interior and two tv screens that fold down from the ceiling like on airplanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I would take sewing, tennis, and piano lessons... and maybe a cooking class just to hone my skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I would pay someone to do my scrap-booking so I could have a precious keepsake to pass on to each of my boys instead of throwing a pile of pictures at them when they ask about their childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I would change the paint color and curtains in my living room about as often as I change the toilette paper roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I would teach my childbirth classes for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I would take my kids on destination vacations where they could experience life and the world and all of God's beautiful creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I would give AWESOME birthday presents to the people I love the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I would hire a maid to keep the walls, windows, toilettes, carpet and baseboards clean, oh and make the beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I would pay to fly my parents out ever other weekend so they could experience their grandchildren growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I would find at least 10 more things that would be nice to have or do if I were just a little richer.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I guess I'll just have to be happy with being happy where I am :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-2058881873597528191?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/2058881873597528191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=2058881873597528191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/2058881873597528191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/2058881873597528191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-were-rich.html' title='If I were rich:'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-503365666928681926</id><published>2010-04-26T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T10:22:07.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming anyone?</title><content type='html'>So Adam started his crazy travel schedule for work last week, he'll be gone the majority of weekdays (and by that I mean like 90% of them) all summer long. I'm hoping to find lots of activities for the summer that include me and the four boys not being at home. The only problem with that is finding things we can do without too much stress and where I can breastfeed a baby with relative comfort. I guess I could just take them swimming, you're already half naked anyways, why not have a little extra boob hanging out?!&lt;br /&gt;So with that in mind, who wants to go swimming with us this summer? !!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-503365666928681926?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/503365666928681926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=503365666928681926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/503365666928681926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/503365666928681926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2010/04/swimming-anyone.html' title='Swimming anyone?'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-295923322122497429</id><published>2010-04-16T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T11:07:54.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months later :)</title><content type='html'>So 4 months later I am finally getting another update on here. It would be nice if I could do this more regularly so that I wouldn't have to call it an "update" every time I post something.&lt;br /&gt;So we'll start with the oldest: Adam has taken up running and is doing pretty good at it. He has lost some weight (not that he needed to ;) and is getting in shape.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm not running, but I did get an elliptical machine, that I haven't used in almost a month. Oh, well, I'll have time to get in shape when Dallyn starts kindergarten!&lt;br /&gt;Preston: is learning how to read! He is one of those kids who doesn't respond well to 'structured learning time' so we mostly just let him guide us to his interests and help him expand on them. Reading has finally taken priority for him so we have been doing a lot of story time.&lt;br /&gt;Jordan: had surgery on his eyes in the middle of February. His right eye had been crossing and his left eye would turn in on occasion as well. The Doctor decided it would be best to correct it with surgery so he went under the knife. I'm happy to report that it was considered a success.  I do notice from time to time a little bit of crossing still, but usually it's when he's tired, so hopefully that is normal. We have our last post-op appointment next month so I will "update" you all then!&lt;br /&gt;Landen: is our trouble maker!! I don't know where he got his stubborn defiant attitude from! I know it wasn't me, I swear, I have never been stubborn or defiant in my life!! He is a good kid though, and has a good heart, so we hold out hope that this is only a phase and eventually he'll start minding us. In the mean-time we keep trying different mind games and tricks to get him to behave. Like we wanted him to get in his bed the other night so we told him not to, and low and behold.... :)&lt;br /&gt;Dallyn: is almost 6 months old!! We haven't started solid foods just yet (still exclusively breastfeeding) but I can tell he is getting ready for it. He reaches for our food all the time and can hold a sippy with water in it. He is also rolling and scooting all over the place. No crawling yet, but I'm sure it's just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;So that is that, our "update" for now. I will end this post now before making any empty promises to be a better blogger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-295923322122497429?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/295923322122497429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=295923322122497429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/295923322122497429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/295923322122497429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2010/04/4-months-later.html' title='4 months later :)'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-5037102331170000871</id><published>2010-01-06T21:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:41:00.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, I'm a really bad blogger!</title><content type='html'>For someone who likes to talk as much as me and tell stories about everything and nothing all at once, I really am a crappy blogger. I guess all of my other vises have been trumped by laziness and the sheer convenience of speaking my mind via Facebook. &lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'm long over-do for an update and some pictures of our latest addition to the family :)  &lt;br /&gt;Dallyn was born in October after about 10 hours of active labor (and 2 days of not so active labor preceding that). He was a whopping 8lbs 5 oz, and I say it that way because he was our biggest baby yet. Oh, and did I mention he was born at home in the water and that I 'caught' him myself under the watchful eye and EXTREMELY helpful hand of our midwife Rebecca Williams. Yep that's right, if you haven't kept up on prior blogs we are 'those' kind of people ;)&lt;br /&gt;Since then we have had the joys of celebrating the holiday season starting with the older boys all being train characters from Thomas and Friends for Halloween. Then we were able to have my mom, dad, sister Jessica and her husband Ben, sister Danielle and her husband Joey, and brother Erik and his girlfriend Ashley come out for Thanksgiving. It was such a wonderful visit with them and was culminated by being able to have Dallyn blessed with my brother and brother-in-laws in the circle with Adam. (my eyes are tearing up as I type this)&lt;br /&gt;As the year wound down we celebrated our first Christmas at home since our kids were born. It was so much fun to have our little family dinner for Christmas Eve and see the excitement in their eyes as we put the kids to bed knowing that Santa was coming that night. When they woke up Christmas morning Adam and I were already up and working in the kitchen to get food ready for Christmas dinner at Amanda and Austin's house, they didn't even come to get us, they just went straight for the tree and started opening presents! I got at least one good photo of them pre-wrapping paper disaster zone  that I will post shortly (have to find the cable to upload them to the computer :)&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the reason's I felt such a need to post today is because my little Preston turned 4 years old. I love that kid so much! He makes me smile everyday and I thank our Heavenly Father for blessing us with such choice spirits in the children we have. After 5 1/2 years of marriage, 2 apartments, 1 condo, and 1 house, 6 cars, and 4 kids later I feel like the luckiest woman in the world! Here's to 2010, maybe I'll be a better blogger this year, but don't bet on it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-5037102331170000871?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/5037102331170000871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=5037102331170000871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/5037102331170000871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/5037102331170000871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow-im-really-bad-blogger.html' title='Wow, I&apos;m a really bad blogger!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-4718577125418416411</id><published>2009-07-20T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T18:35:16.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics... what an evil word!</title><content type='html'>A democracy cannot exist as a permanent form of government. It can only exist until the voters discover that they can vote themselves money from the public treasure. From that moment on the majority always votes for the candidates promising the most money from the public treasury, with the result that a democracy always collapses over loose fiscal policy followed by a dictatorship.&lt;br /&gt;The average age of the world's great civilizations has been two hundred years. These nations have progressed through the following sequence: from bondage to spiritual faith, from spiritual faith to great courage, from courage to liberty, from liberty to abundance, from abundance to selfishness, from selfishness to complacency from complacency to apathy, from apathy to dependency, from dependency back to bondage.&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Tytler &lt;br /&gt;I have always been very passionate about politics... but with limited time and resources I've never been able to become very active in soliciting politicians for causes to which I prescribe myself to, and when I have I've been utterly ignored. I have become increasing upset in the last few years about the direction that our 'conservative' Republican controlled government was sending us down and have become utterly outraged by the fiscal misappropriations that have become a daily ritual to the Democrats currently in control of our government. &lt;br /&gt;As my resources and time are still greatly limited as to how much I can do to help the cause of freedom from government tyranny and the disrespect for the average American that has become so flagrant in Washington except to complain about it on my blog. So here I am, for all 5 of you who will possibly read this, pleading to the world to stop the insanity.&lt;br /&gt;The scary part about what is going on these days is that we are clearly approaching the end of the democratic cycle as described in my quote above and I can only pray that there are enough honest people out there who believe in the Constitution and Declaration of Independence enough to stand up for what our Founding Fathers intended this great nation to be. A home of a capitalist run economy, self-responsible citizens, and equal RIGHTS (as defined by our constitution, not all those made up ones like marriage and healthcare) to be had by all no matter their station. &lt;br /&gt;I want my kids to grow up in that America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-4718577125418416411?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/4718577125418416411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=4718577125418416411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/4718577125418416411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/4718577125418416411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2009/07/politics-what-evil-word.html' title='Politics... what an evil word!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-7529083067243847113</id><published>2009-06-17T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:09:22.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>I have a new blog for the natural childbirth fanatic side of me! Seriously though I put together a blog to promote my classes and share information on natural childbirth. If you know anyone who might be interested in learning more about what I do you can send them either one of my links:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bradleybirth.com/ndweb.asp?ID=C549&lt;br /&gt;http://alyssasnaturalchildbirthclass.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alyssasnaturalchildbirthclass.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bradleybirth.com/ndweb.asp?ID=C549"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-7529083067243847113?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/7529083067243847113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=7529083067243847113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/7529083067243847113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/7529083067243847113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-7939147929369165286</id><published>2009-06-17T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:51:36.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another LDS woman's perspective on natural childbirth</title><content type='html'>Here is an exert from a birth story from one of my students. She gave me permission to share it and I felt that this was such a beautiful message to all of my LDS friends that I had to post it. A quick background: Laurisa and Darin had 2 babies prior to this birth, both born with an epidural. While pregnant with her third she began looking into natural childbirth and found Dr. Bradley's book and next thing we new she was in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have learned so much about my body and about God and His plan from this experience. &lt;br /&gt;God did not create women to bear children and not be able to handle childbirth! No- He made us powerful. Our bodies are amazing. Yeah, childbirth hurts, but it is something we as women get to experience. After the pain is over, our bodies are created to heal perfectly. The recovery is not meant to take weeks! &lt;br /&gt;God knew what He was doing when He created the plan. I honestly believe that there is a lot more for us to learn through childbirth than we ever pick up on when we are medicated. There is power in sacrificing everything you can possibly sacrifice to bring another spirit here on earth. It is essential for us to learn these lessons that can only come from that kind of sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad that we as a society are robbing ourselves of so much by medicating our births and intervening so much of the time. As if our bodies don’t know how to do it naturally. Growing up in our society, I of course always wondered why in the world anyone would not get an epidural. I thought it would make the birth experience miserable. I had no idea how empowering and spiritual natural childbirth was. This experience has changed me in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so close to my Heavenly Father, as I had to rely on Him through so much of the birth. I know that He was with me during this whole experience. I had been praying every day for a great birth experience, and He has blessed me with just that. He blessed me with strength, wisdom, safety and peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Laurisa, I couldn't have said it better myself! What can we learn from this? Be proactive in your decisions about the birth of your baby and never forget the power and strength our Heavenly Father has bestowed upon us as women. I will hopefully be participating in a panel discussion on LDS women and natural childbirth to explore why so many people are afraid of or against it. If you have any stories or ideas about this please share them with me. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-7939147929369165286?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/7939147929369165286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=7939147929369165286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/7939147929369165286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/7939147929369165286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-lds-womans-perspective-on.html' title='Another LDS woman&apos;s perspective on natural childbirth'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-2692117492613067749</id><published>2009-04-15T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:33:29.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preggo?</title><content type='html'>So those of you who read this and are not on Facebook and I haven't talked to you in the last 3 weeks.... I am pregnant! We are due November 1st, and best of all it is just one baby. So to all you people who said I would have triplets next, I say to you "HA HA HA HA HA!" &lt;br /&gt;We are really excited and according to Adam this is our last pregnancy. On most days when the morning sickness starts when I wake up and ends when I fall asleep I am more then happy to agree... but we'll see! None the less this is a special time for our family and I can't wait to share all the fun times that will be involved!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-2692117492613067749?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/2692117492613067749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=2692117492613067749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/2692117492613067749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/2692117492613067749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2009/04/preggo.html' title='Preggo?'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-4417998252356841457</id><published>2009-04-09T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:42:14.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need help</title><content type='html'>So I keep reading all these other people's blogs with these cute layouts and backgrounds, and I can't figure out how to make mine cute. I did it once, and was really proud of myself, but then I somehow erased what I did and have never been able to recreate it... ugh! &lt;br /&gt;So my lame technologically challenged brain is now pleading for some direction. If anyone can tell me what to do or refer me to a website that breaks it down in lay-man's terms it would be much appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-4417998252356841457?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/4417998252356841457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=4417998252356841457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/4417998252356841457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/4417998252356841457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-need-help.html' title='I need help'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-1607459809344970434</id><published>2009-03-19T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:33:10.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another trip to California</title><content type='html'>I am lazy and haven't uploaded photos yet (mostly because I can't turn on the camera to upload the pictures until I find the battery charger). So this will be a post without visual aids!&lt;br /&gt;Either way we had a WONDERFUL vacation! &lt;br /&gt;First was a trip to the Sacramento Temple to be there for my brother Erik as he took out his endowments. It was such a neat experience because I got to be there with my mommy and all but one of my siblings (Jessica was babysitting with my dad.. thanks guys!) &lt;br /&gt;The next event came in the form of a second trip to the Sacramento Temple for Jessica and Ben's marriage/sealing. It was a great ceremony and Jessica was absolutely GORGEOUS!!! Ben didn't look too shabby either. After pictures we went to dinner with all the Lowers and Taylors, I've never seen my kids slurp noodles as fast as they did that night! The next day was the reception. It was beautiful and I can't wait to see all the pictures. &lt;br /&gt;Finally when Sunday rolled around (after 8 days of being away from home) the kids began to melt down. Preston cried all through Sacrament meeting and all the way home. He kept saying "I want to go back to Utah, I want to see my neighbor kids, I don't like California anymore." That night we all met at my parents for dinner and for the opportunity to give my dad a blessing as he was preparing for surgery this week. It was all so moving and wonderful and I know that the Lord was with him through his procedure because he is doing alright and is on the road to recovery as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;So our return trip home on Monday was mostly un-eventful. We did the usual McDonalds stops on the way so the kids would have a safe place to stretch their legs and play. Adam drove most of the way because I'm suddenly experiencing symptoms similar to car sickness and couldn't handle driving for very long.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning Adam was gone before I got up on his way to Washington for the week. So back to normal life (if you could call it that). I start teaching again on the 20th and am really excited for that. &lt;br /&gt;We have been so blessed and enjoyed all of our time with our family and are sad we didn't get to see any one else (who wasn't at the reception) while we were out there, I'll explain why in a future post, in the meantime, I hope that this 'car sickness' subsides soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-1607459809344970434?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/1607459809344970434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=1607459809344970434' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/1607459809344970434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/1607459809344970434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-trip-to-california.html' title='Another trip to California'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-8767652456254885163</id><published>2009-02-02T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:38:32.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So the Holiday season is over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SYdLsKz6LVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/L2tKZM2gvIM/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SYdLsKz6LVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/L2tKZM2gvIM/s200/026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298286708813081938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SYdK7MOD6_I/AAAAAAAAARw/zcbb_83q6RY/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SYdK7MOD6_I/AAAAAAAAARw/zcbb_83q6RY/s200/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298285867377617906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SYdK65EC8JI/AAAAAAAAARo/ZScUNRm3AJw/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SYdK65EC8JI/AAAAAAAAARo/ZScUNRm3AJw/s200/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298285862235336850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SYdK6ciasYI/AAAAAAAAARg/w_M3mB5sGlI/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SYdK6ciasYI/AAAAAAAAARg/w_M3mB5sGlI/s200/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298285854578094466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last post talked about how we were excited to spend the first Christmas in our own home since our kids were born- well that didn't happen! I woke up on Christmas Eve feeling particularly homesick, and seeing as how there wasn't a lot going on here my amazing and loving and caring and understanding husband said yes when I started crying and said I wanted to leave for California right then. It took about 2 hours before we hit the road, and another 13 of driving through snow and ice (thank goodness for 4 wheel drive-seriously!) before we arrived at my Grandma Olson's house where we stayed for the next 4 days before we headed home on Monday. The drive home was uneventful without snow or ice. Adam's favorite part of the trip (and he says the reason he was willing to drop everything and go) was the fresh California oranges. He and my dad actually drove out to the orchard in Orland and got them from the guy in his packaging room because we didn't get to his stand before it closed. It was SO worth it though.&lt;br /&gt;We also had fun meeting my sister Jessica's fiance Ben. I am so happy for them and we are excited that our next trip to California will be for their wedding. Preston keeps saying "Next month we get to go to California for Aunt Jessica's wedding and I'm going to stay outside the temple with my brothers and my Grandpa." I tell him he's right and then he'll say "But I just want to go tonight." You make one impulsive trip to California and the kid thinks it's an everyday possibility! &lt;br /&gt;We also got to celebrate Preston's 3rd birthday-WOW! They never stop growing older, do they? He loved his presents because all he got was Thomas the Train and related paraphernalia! If there was ever a child who was obsessed with trains, I swear, my little Preston will literally tell me his dreams about them!&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the next month will be spent gearing up for the twin's 2nd birthday and that little holiday called Valentine's day that falls between now and then. I hope everyone else had a great holiday and to those of you we didn't get to see, we miss you and love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-8767652456254885163?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/8767652456254885163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=8767652456254885163' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/8767652456254885163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/8767652456254885163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-holiday-season-is-over.html' title='So the Holiday season is over'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SYdLsKz6LVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/L2tKZM2gvIM/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-5402469266035361339</id><published>2008-12-22T20:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:19:28.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SVCCGMfJH9I/AAAAAAAAAQw/PDutIsBOD9o/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SVCCGMfJH9I/AAAAAAAAAQw/PDutIsBOD9o/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282865405848264658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SVCCFm8NlnI/AAAAAAAAAQo/W12AQHYUm3Q/s1600-h/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SVCCFm8NlnI/AAAAAAAAAQo/W12AQHYUm3Q/s320/081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282865395769644658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SVCCFaack2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/XjeNaDfT-nk/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SVCCFaack2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/XjeNaDfT-nk/s320/072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282865392406795106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SVCCExcul-I/AAAAAAAAAQY/hd8i8VyNBlQ/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SVCCExcul-I/AAAAAAAAAQY/hd8i8VyNBlQ/s320/063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282865381410510818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SVCCEFl0l-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/sDNuKQIVXkE/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SVCCEFl0l-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/sDNuKQIVXkE/s320/061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282865369637492706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow has arrived and I'm more depressed and my kids are more deprived then ever. First I trap them in the house because I can't handle the heat, then I trap them in the house because I can handle the cold... maybe I'm going through an early menopause! Anyways... the kids aren't too bad off. Adam is done traveling and has been home, meaning within the walls of our house for the last month, he has hardly even had to go into the office. He is my opposite when it comes to my disdain for the snow. He and Preston even made a snowman the other day. We went and bought the kids all their snow gear last week so we can take them sledding (which we plan on doing tomorrow).  They are decked out head to toe! It is so cute (as evidenced by the pictures I've included). &lt;br /&gt;So now Christmas is here. We will be spending it at home with Adam's family this year. We have only woken up Christmas morning in our own home once since we got married and that was when we lived in GA and I was about to pop Preston out! Now, three years later who would have imagined? &lt;br /&gt;We miss our friends and family that we wont get to be with this year but you all know that you are in our thoughts and prayers this holiday season and always. We love you all so much and hope that you will have a Merry Christmas and we wish you all the best in 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-5402469266035361339?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/5402469266035361339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=5402469266035361339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/5402469266035361339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/5402469266035361339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s here!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SVCCGMfJH9I/AAAAAAAAAQw/PDutIsBOD9o/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-2930029868358210853</id><published>2008-11-03T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:56:42.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.protectmarriage.com/img/Yes8_rgb_250px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 249px;" src="http://www.protectmarriage.com/img/Yes8_rgb_250px.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't live in California anymore- that is why I'm putting this plea on my Blog to all of those who do to make sure you vote YES for PROP 8. It is imperative that we preserve the sanctity of marriage between a man and woman.  Marriage is not a rite, it is a privilege. As a firm believer that Homosexuality is not something forced upon a person but is a choice that is acted upon, I feel that you should not be allowed to marry someone of the same sex just because you want them and love them.  The same logic to same-sex marriage can be applied to people who want to marry underage- we have not allowed it by law, nor are we willing to because it would deteriorate the moral fabric of our society. Please don't take me as a 'homophobic' or tell me I am denying people a 'rite' I am simply exercising my opinion in a free country to disagree with a faction of people who I feel are wrong. Love the sinner, hate the sin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-2930029868358210853?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/2930029868358210853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=2930029868358210853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/2930029868358210853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/2930029868358210853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-i-dont-live-in-california.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-6204431578299178810</id><published>2008-10-17T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:31:32.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The A says Ahhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SPjIgrZWtgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/hwQjOXEpbto/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SPjIgrZWtgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/hwQjOXEpbto/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258173028685493762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SPjIjANK7VI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KW3Jky-CwAY/s1600-h/August-September+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SPjIjANK7VI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KW3Jky-CwAY/s320/August-September+024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258173068631272786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SPjIjuLK_5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/d2mJm04CGVs/s1600-h/August-September+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SPjIjuLK_5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/d2mJm04CGVs/s320/August-September+041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258173080970919826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SPjIkYle9WI/AAAAAAAAAQA/EoqfDkbMF4Y/s1600-h/August-September+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SPjIkYle9WI/AAAAAAAAAQA/EoqfDkbMF4Y/s320/August-September+030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258173092355568994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SPjIkp3V8CI/AAAAAAAAAQI/QmQYnyXg2HU/s1600-h/August-September+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SPjIkp3V8CI/AAAAAAAAAQI/QmQYnyXg2HU/s320/August-September+032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258173096993878050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know I say this all the time, but the kids are growing and learning so much everyday that I am surprised almost every time they open their mouths!  This morning when I was changing Landen's diaper Preston was watching a show on PBS called "Super Why?" It is a show that teaches kids about letters and words. One of the characters asked what the B says and Landen goes Buh-Buh-Buhhhh! Next the show explained the sound 'OX' to make the word 'box' and Landen laid there saying "box, box, box!" It took me completely off guard. We have a DVD by Leap-Frog that teaches the letters and their sounds but I didn't realize how effective it was (thanks Angie for the referral). Preston has learned all his letters and sounds, but up to this point the twins would just copy whatever we said, the difference this time was that Landen answered the question before Preston did! &lt;br /&gt;Then later in the morning Jordan knocked Landen down and gave him a bloody nose (on accident of course!) I took Landen into the kitchen so he wouldn't bleed all over my almost-white carpet. He was crying and screaming on our way in but when he saw the fruit bowl on the counter he just stopped crying completely and goes "I want uh apple." Clear as day! I was more then impressed with my one child genius so I decided to see if Jordan could say it too. I told him to say apple and clear as day he goes "apple" Yesterday the twins were calling apples 'bappus' but for some reason today they can say apple as well as you and me! Everyday a new discovery, every day we get one step closer to a complete exit of the Cole house's baby stage... for now at least ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-6204431578299178810?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/6204431578299178810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=6204431578299178810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/6204431578299178810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/6204431578299178810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2008/10/a-says-ahhh.html' title='The A says Ahhh'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/SPjIgrZWtgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/hwQjOXEpbto/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-120622898168833588</id><published>2008-10-08T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:10:45.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching more than Natural Childbirth</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while since one of my infamous rants on the worth of a natural childbirth- and I'll try to refrain from sounding too preachy- but now that I'm teaching my Bradley classes I have to give a shout out to my super great students. They are such awesome couples and have actually taught me a lot about why natural childbirth is not just important for the health of the mother and baby, but can also be a huge boost to a marriage through the bonding that creates a family when a child is born. I have two first time Mommy's and Daddy's in my class and one couple who is pregnant with their third. I get such joy every week as we talk about not just how to have a natural childbirth, but seeing how much their relationships can be strengthened by working together to get through one of the most important moments of their lives- the creation of a new one! The way the fathers in our class have become so much more attentive to their wives needs, the way the moms have learned to trust and lean on their husbands- I'm blown away! I didn't realize how much influence these classes could have on people's lives, I only knew how much mine and Adam's relationship was improved and how much I appreciated him for being an active part of the birth, and not just the conception. I'm not saying that couples who have epidurals are any less loving towards one another or their children, I just think that there is a power behind creation that is numbed with the use of drugs. A power that is spiritual, emotional, and amazing. A power that bonds us together as a family when two loving individuals work as one. I haven't even mentioned how amazing it made me feel as a woman to have achieved what society has deemed to be the impossible. To connect with your body, to work with it, to feel the decent of your child and experience the power of it's entrance into the world is indescribable. When you take the drugs you are surrendering your power as a woman to the directions of a Doctor or Midwife. On the same note if you haven't had any training or education about how to have a natural childbirth then to try it would most likely be a very unpleasant experience.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm really saying this the way I want too. I guess my point would be better made by saying whether it is you first or your tenth child it's never to late to experience the empowerment of a natural childbirth, the bonding power of full husband participation, and the ability to fully enjoy the process. I hope that soon I will be able to post my students birth stories so that you can see first hand how natural childbirth benefited them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-120622898168833588?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/120622898168833588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=120622898168833588' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/120622898168833588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/120622898168833588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2008/10/teaching-more-than-natural-childbirth.html' title='Teaching more than Natural Childbirth'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-5808502149617946677</id><published>2008-09-20T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T17:16:16.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is summer really finally over?</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but in my ripe old age of 24 I just can't seem to handle the heat- at all.  I feel bad for my poor deprived children who would have spent the entire summer outside if only I had been willing to let them.  Oh well, the summer is over and thank goodness!  &lt;br /&gt;Welcome fall!  &lt;br /&gt;Welcome rain!  &lt;br /&gt;Welcome sweater and jeans weather!&lt;br /&gt;One thing I am not looking forward to is all the leaves that will be falling!  We have three GIGANTIC cottonwood trees in our little backyard, plus two other smaller trees back there, a huge maple in the side yard, and some other tree that I don't know its' name but it has a lot of leaves in the front yard.  Last year it snowed before we got all the leaves off the ground and so we were still raking up the mess in April!  Another thing that I'm not looking forward to is the snow that inevitably ruins the winter here in Utah.  As a Northern California girl I am honest in saying that I like the way snow looks, I like it in the mountains so people can ski, it's ok a few times (meaning once or twice- like maybe Christmas Eve just so long as the sun comes out and melts it all away on Christmas Day!) But I would prefer to watch the rain come down and know that a slick road is easier to drive on then a frozen one.  I would rather mow the lawn once a week for the rest of my life then have to shovel the snow.  And inevitably (as proven by the day I was born- the great blizzard of '83 started that day) if Alyssa has to leave the house any time between the months of November and March- there will be snow!  Don't watch the weather, just find out what my plans are- it's frighteningly accurate!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways- there's my rant for the month!  Next stop- October (the month even closer to snow)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-5808502149617946677?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/5808502149617946677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=5808502149617946677' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/5808502149617946677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/5808502149617946677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-summer-really-finally-over.html' title='Is summer really finally over?'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-7590144045119057145</id><published>2008-08-31T13:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T13:54:40.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing my Super Talented Cousin</title><content type='html'>http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczI4MS5waG90b2J1Y2tldC5jb20vYWxidW1zL2trMjIyL0NJU0hFTExBLz9hY3Rpb249dmlldyZjdXJyZW50PWxfMzYwNmRjMzNhZDc2NjdhMzNiMDg5NmE5MDAxOWNiYmMxLmpwZw==&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-7590144045119057145?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/7590144045119057145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=7590144045119057145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/7590144045119057145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/7590144045119057145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2008/08/introducing-my-super-talented-cousin.html' title='Introducing my Super Talented Cousin'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-2272285896133063313</id><published>2008-07-24T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:57:19.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic* How about you?</title><content type='html'>I've seen this done and it was pretty fun - I hope you will play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the directions: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ~ Alyssa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-2272285896133063313?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/2272285896133063313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=2272285896133063313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/2272285896133063313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/2272285896133063313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2008/07/nostalgic-how-about-you.html' title='Nostalgic* How about you?'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-6192665726095448270</id><published>2008-07-08T10:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T11:08:09.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer fun</title><content type='html'>Life has been SOOO crazy in the Cole household. Adam has been travelling for work like every week, I've been trying to hold down the fort, and the kids are going crazy wanting to get out of the house EVERYDAY! We've tried to curb their incessant need to be entertained by turning their brains to mush with excessive television watching and long afternoon naps, but it doesn't seem to be working. We bought a little wading pool for them to play in and they go crazy for it! The first time I went out to put it away after dinner they all stood by the window and cried. They like the little oscillating sprinkler just as much as the pool. It's so funny when one of them picks it up and chases the other kids with it! &lt;br /&gt;This last week we had the pleasure of a visit from my brother Erik (or as Preston would say, "Not Erik... UNCLE Erik!" We tried to keep busy and entertain this handsome single 26 year old (if anyone knows of any good single ladies send them his way!) the best we could, but I fear he may have at times been a little bored by the life of a soccer mom! We thoroughly enjoyed his company though! &lt;br /&gt;This Friday we have two big events coming our way... my parents fly in for a 10 day visit with their grand-babies and I start teaching Bradley classes.... that is if I can find anyone out there to take them! One teacher in the SLC valley has a full class, and I, a mere provisional teacher in training can't get a single student to help me get certified. Your pity (and referrals) are appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least this Sunday is Adam's 27th birthday and I think we are going to go golfing to celebrate... the only problem is I've never been! If anyone has any advise (other than not to do it!) feel free to send it my way. &lt;br /&gt;For now, XOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;The Coles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-6192665726095448270?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/6192665726095448270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=6192665726095448270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/6192665726095448270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/6192665726095448270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-fun.html' title='Summer fun'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-5870267043247137144</id><published>2008-06-09T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:53:38.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another month in 2008</title><content type='html'>Wow... is it really June? I have been so busy with my Bradley certification stuff (which, fingers crossed, will be done by next Monday) that I haven't noticed half the year slip by. We have been so wrapped up in our kids, our work, and our church callings that we apologize if we have neglected any of our friends or family. I just want to let everyone know that we are doing really well. Seems repetitious, but Preston is doing great, and so are Landen and Jordan. They all seem to grow up a little more everyday! Last week we had the twins 15 month check-up and the doctor was really impressed at their ability to communicate and the extent of their vocabulary, he said they sounded more like 20 month olds! I know it doesn't seem like much, but when you are living day by day like we've been, every little compliment counts! Preston is starting to tell jokes. His favorite is when you ask him if someone is a girl or a boy and he purposely tells you wrong just to see the reaction, and then he laughs his head off! &lt;br /&gt;Adam has been super-dad lately and will continue to fill that role while I'm gone for four days this week for my certification course. I'll be home for most meal times but other than that he'll be Mr. Mom! Let's hope he survives! We just hope that once I'm certified we can get a chance to enjoy the summer. We look forward to visits from my parents next month and then Sarah and Ed are coming to get their Kitties in August. If anyone else wants to grace us with their presence this summer I'll be sending around a sign-up sheet! (j/k)&lt;br /&gt;We love you and miss you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-5870267043247137144?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/5870267043247137144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=5870267043247137144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/5870267043247137144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/5870267043247137144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-month-in-2008.html' title='Another month in 2008'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-6496827975904183065</id><published>2008-05-21T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T14:44:05.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>So again I find myself needing to rant about the absurdity of our great nations standard of care when it comes to giving birth... But more importantly I am concerned for all the pregnant, or soon to be, who 1. will spend less time choosing a birth attendant (ob, midwife, etc) than they did choosing what to where this morning and 2. Are having their options for creating the birth experience they want dwindle with every day that passes, every woman who is guilted into evasive medical procedures for "the sake of the baby", and every woman who adopts the idea that they are "too posh to push"! I mean come on! What is it going to take for women to educate themselves! Stop sitting around the table listening to everyone tell you how great their epidural was because they didn't feel a thing, or how grateful they were for their Cesarean because the doctor saved the day (forgetting to mention that the need for the C-section was a direct result of all of those interventions that are supposed to make labor and delivery safer)! Wait though, most the women who have had these emergency c-sections don't even know that it was the hospital or medical staff or OB's fault that this happened to them! And sadly, too many don't care! They are being robbed of the most empowering experience of their lives! If you can give birth naturally, you can do anything!! &lt;br /&gt;Just the other day I was given a tour of the new hospital here in the Salt Lake Valley's maternity ward. They did a really nice job of pointing out how sterile things are, and yet the warm decor is supposed to make you feel at home. Oh, and speaking of home, if you have children under the age of 12, that's where they have to stay while you're in labor because they may "contaminate" something in the L/D room. How much more at home can we get, none of your own things, you aren't allowed to see your other children, you have to have a needle at least capped off in your arm "just in case", (I don't know about you, but I don't sit around at my house going, "Gee, if only I had a needle in my arm, then I'd really be comfortable") All of the just in case scenarios do not justify the all encompassing procedures inflicted upon you as soon as you walk through the hospital doors. If 90% of women can have a normal vaginal birth, why are we forcing pitocin into women, and then saving the day with the epidural, and then scaring the mother because she can't feel anything, but the Fetal Monitor says that the baby's heart rate is dropping with every induced contraction. Could it be because Pitocin causes the uterus to contract for longer periods in a full seizure instead of a steady wave like natural contractions that are usually less severe and do not cut of oxygen supply for long periods? Could it be because the baby is receiving adult doses of narcotics that are causing the mom to feel drowsy and nauseated?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I just don't understand a woman's lack of interest in the method to which her baby is coming into the world. I'm not an extremist, I'm not a 'hippy' and I'm not granola, but a home birth is sounding better and better to me, especially after my tour of the hospital. I know that if I go in there I will not have any control, but at least the nurses and the Doctors will be smiling and I'll be surrounded by sterile home-like decor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-6496827975904183065?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/6496827975904183065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=6496827975904183065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/6496827975904183065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/6496827975904183065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2008/05/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-6969608386585419608</id><published>2008-05-12T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T15:02:42.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some recent pics of the family</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Falyssa.cole%2Falbumid%2F5199595081093920497%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-6969608386585419608?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/6969608386585419608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=6969608386585419608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/6969608386585419608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/6969608386585419608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-recent-pics-of-family.html' title='Some recent pics of the family'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-1660342721481859757</id><published>2008-05-12T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:41:36.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few thoughts on Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>So wow... this year is almost half way over and Adam and I have been married for almost 4 years!  In retrospect a lot has happened to the Cole family since its conseption, but I wouldn't change a thing.  Landen and Jordan have really grown up since their 1st birthday.  They can walk, they are trying to say words like waffle, cup, bed, dog, and of course they say momma and dadda!  Preston loves his trains.  Anyone with a boy over the age of two is probably as sick as I am of hearing the phrase "I wanna watch Thomas, Momma, wanna watch Thomas right now, PLEEEASSSSSE!" As if the please helps to cancle out the demand they just made!  Oh, two year olds!  I love it though, he seems like he learns something new everyday.  I think as grown ups we take for granted all the amazing things in our world, so it's nice to have a couple of little guys to help remind me!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm so grateful to be a mom, and I'm so grateful for a mom who taught me everything I know, and as for those things she can't help with, she gives me the confidence I need to get through any obstacle that may face our family.  So to all my fellow mothers out there, and those who are yet to be, believe in yourself, be proud of yourself, and as Sarah said to me on the phone on Mother's day (because my kids are too young to say it themsleves) "Thank you, your a great Mom!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-1660342721481859757?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/1660342721481859757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=1660342721481859757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/1660342721481859757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/1660342721481859757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2008/05/few-thoughts-on-mothers-day.html' title='A few thoughts on Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-8444604045494688571</id><published>2008-04-23T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:12:08.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Renewed!</title><content type='html'>So Adam and I got away for a weekend and thank goodness for it!!  We went to San Diego for two nights.  We stayed downtown in the GasLamp district.  It was a really neat place to stay.  We got hour long full body massages... and let me just say- HEAVEN!!!  We layed out on the beach and went out to a fancy dinner.  We got to go to bed and wake up whenever we wanted.  We spent an entire day at Sea World without having to push strollers around!  Finally for me the cherry on top was I got to fly first class both ways for the first time ever!  There really isn't anything super special about it, but it is a lot quieter at the front of the plane and they treat you a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; better. &lt;br /&gt;I have to say though, coming home to my beautiful boys felt really really good too.  And it seems like I have gotten a new appreciation for them and am not hating all the day to day work that was becoming the monotony called life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-8444604045494688571?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/8444604045494688571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=8444604045494688571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/8444604045494688571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/8444604045494688571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-renewed.html' title='Life Renewed!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-3417912081910352597</id><published>2008-03-21T22:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T22:42:21.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alyssa's Brain on Drugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d6a67314f44677a4e513d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Alyssa's Brain on Drugs" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d6a67314f44677a4e513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a slideshow - it's easy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-3417912081910352597?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/3417912081910352597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=3417912081910352597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/3417912081910352597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/3417912081910352597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2008/03/alyssas-brain-on-drugs.html' title='Alyssa&apos;s Brain on Drugs'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-104801743574286237</id><published>2008-03-13T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:19:19.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March- So far</title><content type='html'>So far March has been relatively un-eventful.  Landen and Jordan are trying to walk, and like every child who is learning to walk, are extremely funny to watch as they stumble around like they're drunk and then laugh at everything!  And Preston is growing and learning and changing so much that if it's been more than a month since you saw him last, you would be amazed!  He can say pretty much anything, and has started counting.  He loves to label everything- which is nothing new, but he is labeling them in ENGLISH, not in PRESTON-ESE!!&lt;br /&gt;We took Preston to the circus last weekend and it was so fun to watch him interact with our friends The Baers.  He was climbing from lap to lap, stealing Derrick's candy and Shaylee's light sword, and was clapping every time he saw something that excited him!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's enough about the Coles for now... exept to say that Adam and I are still alive- so all things considered life is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-104801743574286237?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/104801743574286237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=104801743574286237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/104801743574286237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/104801743574286237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-so-far.html' title='March- So far'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-7687312948309535418</id><published>2008-03-03T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:58:13.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan and Landen's first B-day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d6a59354f4463774f413d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Twins' first B-day!" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d6a59354f4463774f413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrapbooks.smilebox.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrapbooks.smilebox.com" target="_blank"&gt;Make a scrapbook - it's easy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-7687312948309535418?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/7687312948309535418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=7687312948309535418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/7687312948309535418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/7687312948309535418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2008/03/jordan-and-landens-first-b-day.html' title='Jordan and Landen&apos;s first B-day!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-1365336231874167434</id><published>2008-03-03T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:11:04.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Good News!!</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not pregnant!!! I just wanted to share my excitement for being accepted into the program to become a Bradley Method of Natural Child Birth Instructor! By the end of this year I will be teaching other couples how to enjoy the birth of their child, not just watch it! YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-1365336231874167434?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/1365336231874167434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=1365336231874167434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/1365336231874167434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/1365336231874167434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-good-news.html' title='My Good News!!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-540445071521230971</id><published>2008-02-27T14:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T14:18:42.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait for spring!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d6a59314f5467354d513d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play I can't wait for Spring!" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d6a59314f5467354d513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://slideshows.smilebox.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://slideshows.smilebox.com" target="_blank"&gt;Make a slideshow - it's easy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-540445071521230971?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/540445071521230971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=540445071521230971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/540445071521230971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/540445071521230971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-cant-wait-for-spring.html' title='I can&apos;t wait for spring!!'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-522773102302238631</id><published>2008-02-23T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:20:47.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More about Natural Child Birth</title><content type='html'>Now don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those "Granola" people (no offense intend to those who are, more power to you, but I love my store bought sliced bread and I can't live without my Oreos!!)  I just have very passionate feelings about natural birth.  I think it goes beyond the choice of 'medicated' or 'non-medicated', I think it is more to me about women who are expecting a child taking the time to really investigate their options.  If you find out your pregnant and you go to your doctor to find out what to do next, how this is going to work, and what to expect then you are going to become dependent on them for your knowledge.  Why don't more women think about that before just yeilding their pregnancy and ultimate labor to a doctor who has absolutely no intimate knowledge of them.  To them, you are a patient first, a person second. &lt;br /&gt;What if we all say, "OK, I could get pregnant, (or I am pregnant), what's next for me?"  and how about if we try to answer that question ourselves instead of trying to find out from our doctor.  You typically find out you are pregnant at the ripe gestational age of 2-3 weeks.  Most doctors wont even schedual an apointment for you until you are 10 weeks along or 8 gestational weeks.  That means that you have at least a month from the time you find out you are pregnant until your first meeting with any 'professional.'  Take this time to talk to your friends, family, do some research.  Dont just find out 'what's next?'  find out what comes after that.  And then after that... and finally, decide early on how you want it all to end.  Knowledge is power!  The more you have the better off you and your baby will be.  Empower yourself!  Don't give in to the idea that "oh, but it hurts"  think about is as something that proves your strength, your conciousness of feminine nature, and the love you have for your child. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a different birth story, don't let your doctor write yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-522773102302238631?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/522773102302238631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=522773102302238631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/522773102302238631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/522773102302238631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-about-natural-child-birth.html' title='More about Natural Child Birth'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-3607374193154695730</id><published>2008-02-12T20:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T20:21:53.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 reasons why I am done nursing...</title><content type='html'>The top five reasons I'm stopping nursing on March 2nd (or there abouts)!  This is just a disclaimer, if your afraid of the word Boob, stop reading now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.   I'm losing weight that I don't have to lose.  I can't eat enough to retain any calories, and trust me, I eat ALL DAY LONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.   When you have two babies sleeping at your boobs, how do you carry them to their cribs and put them down without waking them up????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   Preston knows that when I'm nursing the babies he can do whatever he wants, and he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.   If you don't count the 4 month break between nursing Preston and starting with Landen and Jordan, and then double the 1 year that it has been with them (because double the babies, double the time), I have been nursing for almost 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the #1 reason to stop breastfeeding:  TEETH!!!!!!!!!!  TEEEEEEEEEEEEEETH!!!!!!!!   TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETH!!!!!!!!!!  Once they get those things they can chew their food, not my breast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-3607374193154695730?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/3607374193154695730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=3607374193154695730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/3607374193154695730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/3607374193154695730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2008/02/5-reasons-why-i-am-done-nursing.html' title='5 reasons why I am done nursing...'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-6080889184367153984</id><published>2008-02-05T22:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:18:39.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay-walking</title><content type='html'>Today I saw something on tv that disturbed me deeply.  Jay Leno has a segment on his show called Jay-Walking where he goes out into public and talks to random people on the street about variouse things.  Today he went around with pictures of our Presidential hopefulls; Mit Romney, Hillary Clinton, Ron Paul, etc.  It wasn't even funny how un-informed people were about the candidates for the most prestigiouse office in the world.  When shown a picture of John Edwards a woman had no idea who he was.  When asked who she voted for in 2004 all she could remember was that it was the democrat.  I mean come on!!!  It's one thing to not be sure of the political stands of the county clerk that you vote for, it's another to not even recognize the vice presidential candidate, of whom you voted for!&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't consider myself an activist for any specific political stand, but I vote, and I try my best with three kids and my families future to worry about to make sure I know a little bit about who I can vote for.  So many say that the most important thing you can do is vote, but I say if you don't know who you're voting for stay home and let the people who really care about this nation make an informed decision.&lt;br /&gt;Jay Leno said it best as he wrapped up the segment "You deserve the government you get."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-6080889184367153984?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/6080889184367153984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=6080889184367153984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/6080889184367153984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/6080889184367153984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2008/02/jay-walking.html' title='Jay-walking'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-7585576615747817530</id><published>2008-02-05T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T15:58:53.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Child Birth</title><content type='html'>This is in no way ment to offend any one who may choose to have a medicated birth, but I have to say I am more an advocate for natural birth than ever.  The more studies that come out about variouse things pertaining to common ways we birth and or raise our children the more I am starting to understand the saying less is more.  Recently they did a study and found that infant and child body washes contain a chemical that is absorbed through the skin and expelled in their urin.  Can you believe that!  Something as simple and normal as bathing your child can cause them to absorb CHEMICALS!!  So what makes people think that having an epidural isn't going to affect their tiny little baby?  I'm not saying your bad for having one, and I know this is going to be an eternal debate, but having given birth all naturally and also having had a c-section, I would prefer the "end-in-site" "I'm in control"pain of natural birth any day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-7585576615747817530?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/7585576615747817530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=7585576615747817530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/7585576615747817530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/7585576615747817530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2008/02/natural-child-birth.html' title='Natural Child Birth'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-5805170645982618887</id><published>2008-01-28T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T10:27:42.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Die...</title><content type='html'>When I die will you guys all throw a party for me?  I think that's what I would want.  No need to cry, no need to be sad, just celebrate the time that we had had together.  This isn't some morbid announcement to elude that I am dying, I've just been touched by the passing of President Hinckley.  When I first heard the news of his death I nearly smiled.  I'm in no way glad that he is gone, but I think that the joy of knowing of the reunion he was having in heaven over-rode the sorrow of our loss.&lt;br /&gt;I think that I also have found comfort in knowing that ours is the true gospel and that the Church will continue running in the order and under the direction of the Lord.  How great it is to have a testimony of eternal life and of our Savior's never ending love for each of us.  I am so greatful that I know that I will be with my friends and family again when we have all passed from this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-5805170645982618887?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/5805170645982618887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=5805170645982618887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/5805170645982618887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/5805170645982618887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-i-die.html' title='When I Die...'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-7816221994882343885</id><published>2007-11-09T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T13:50:47.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's working</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update on the 'cry-it-out' method... It's working! So far we have only had one set back- I had to hold Landen until he fell asleep for his afternoon nap because I figured that after crying for an hour straight with no end in sight it would be better for us both! However, they only took 15 minutes to fall asleep when I put them down at 8:00 and they stayed asleep through the ENTIRE night!!!!   It was the same for their morning nap... 15 minutes and they were zonked (s/p?)!&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I feel a slight renewal of my sanity. And for those of you that I have talked to most recently, good news, Adam is coming home early tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-7816221994882343885?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/7816221994882343885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=7816221994882343885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/7816221994882343885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/7816221994882343885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-working.html' title='It&apos;s working'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108755427254340296.post-5464933307217962387</id><published>2007-11-08T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T12:49:59.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed Time</title><content type='html'>When we started letting Preston 'cry-it-out' I had a really hard time listening to him cry.  I couldn't imagine what could be worse than sitting outside your babies door and just letting them cry themselves to sleep.  It took a few weeks but it worked and now Preston is such a good sleeper.  When it's nap-time or bed time we just grab his blanket and his bunny, read him the story about "Oaky" and its lights out.  This is the only thing that currently gives me hope-and I'll explain why. &lt;br /&gt;Letting your baby cry seems cruel and unusual not just to the child, but to the parent.  Now imagine how it feels to have to let TWO babies 'cry-it-out' in the same room!  Not only does it seem to take twice as long, but it feels twice a cruel!  I have to keep telling myself, it's okay, when they wake up they'll still love you, but I find myself having an overwhelming urge to cry also. &lt;br /&gt;Now you may be asking "why are you doing this then."  Well, I'll tell you, it's because if I have to take care of one or more screaming babies until after 10p.m. and then go to bed with a dirty house because I'm so exhausted from playing catch up all day from the night before and taking care of babies, I'm going to throw myself out a window (luckily we live in rambler so that wouldn't be too far to fall!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... I just had to get that off my chest.  Anyone who feels a need to smother me in sympathy, empathy, or to stroke my motherly ego, comments are welcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108755427254340296-5464933307217962387?l=adamandalyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/5464933307217962387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108755427254340296&amp;postID=5464933307217962387' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/5464933307217962387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108755427254340296/posts/default/5464933307217962387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandalyssa.blogspot.com/2007/11/bed-time.html' title='Bed Time'/><author><name>Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17170275052267118736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvjdW-NnXYk/S9XNk1sYTsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JEmoMWMU8JE/S220/035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
