tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22660745827506291622024-02-20T22:03:49.808-05:00Innes Family v3.0Just a little family of three...laughing, loving, and living the good life.K. Inneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401411485753589394noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266074582750629162.post-57140042538883073612013-01-23T22:03:00.000-05:002013-01-28T22:04:22.508-05:00Be My Valentine--Marriage Challenge<br /><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">
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Confession time here. I'm not a big Valentine's Day person. I don't like all the commercialism, and I don't like the fact that we spend all this time and money to show our spouse/significant other how much we care for and love them on Feb. 14th. So here's my question... why just one day? Why not every day? Granted I would gain a thousand pounds if my husband brought me chocolate everyday (in theory--I would probably die of happiness since chocolate is one of my favorites) but really folks--we need to show our love, gratitude, and support more often.<br />
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Enter <b><a href="http://womenlivingwell.org/" target="_blank">Women Living Well</a></b>. <b>They are hosting a 4 week challenge for Valentine's Day</b>. The point -- <b><i>to praise, encourage, inspire, admire, build up, thank, and appreciate our husbands, partners, and significant others</i></b>-- and that, in my opinion, is a challenge worth taking.<br />
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Now let me explain... this is going to be a big deal for me. In our busy, rush-rush, trying to balance work, marriage, and an extremely active 2-1/2 year old world, true conversation with my husband is reduced to almost nothing. I mean nothing says I love like "will you please pick up your ties" or "Can I please get some help over here!", and don't even get me started on all the socks laying all over the house.... More often than not I don't give my husband enough credit for the wonderful things he does do-- like bath time with Duncan, his famous back-rubs, or even taking the time to empty the dishwasher.<br />
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This being week one of the challenge, I have jumped in full force. I've "pimped" my husband out on facebook thanking him for spending time with us on our surprise snow day Thursday; I've worked hard to find at least one thing a day to thank him for daily... and it's working. I am not only working on my appreciation, but I find that I'm beginning to see just how much he does in our marriage. And he really is a wonderful man.<br />
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I am so up for this challenge. How about you? Are you willing to work on your marriage as I am? I ask that you pray for me as work to show just how much I love and care for my husband <i><b>every</b></i> day--not just one day of the year. If you are, let me know and we can do it together.<br />
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<b>Week 1: January 21st-27th - Look for ways to praise your husband verbally.</b> Praise him in front of the kids, friends, family, co-workers, on facebook, tweet it - get praise out anyway you can. Be sure to mention noteworthy things he does -- as a provider, a father, husband, lover, friend, and partner. Say something kind and loving to your husband everyday until Valentine's Day arrives and beyond!<br />
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<br />K. Inneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401411485753589394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266074582750629162.post-74682229655428264862013-01-10T14:40:00.000-05:002013-01-14T14:41:00.374-05:00Why January Why? Dear January--<br />
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I have to admit you are not my favorite month. Why you may ask? Because you signal the end of the holidays, time with my family, some small time of relaxation that I get before the chaos of giving and grading high school exams. You still get dark before I get home, it's cloudy most days--granted you are giving me a small gift this weekend of almost 70 degree weather, but with a chance of rain? Come on! How am I to handle a crazy active 2.5 year old who wants to go out and play?<br />
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But seriously, January has always been a tough month for me. I struggle with the chaos of the holidays and trying to get everything done and wham...add school pressure and I want to run and hide. My first week back at school as been crazy busy. And it has not helped my situation at all. Since I find myself not sleeping well, I crave sleep--away from everyone, but that's just not possible in my world. I find I'm getting rattled and frustrated very easily, and I don't handle things very well. I want to burst into tears and run away. I know--tough right. <br />
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I’m 41 years old and I’ve battled depression for almost 13 years. I was diagnosed with mild to moderate depression after my father died in 2000, but looking back, I honestly think it was there even further back--in college. There were days I couldn’t understand
why I couldn’t stop crying and didn't want to even get out of bed. And yes I’m now medicated and I’ve been through countless hours of counseling--
I’ve educated myself and know my triggers. Yet still I beat myself
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<strong>Depression--all mental illnesses to be correct-- is beyond frustrating for everyone involved.</strong>
I know, I’ve been on both ends for depression runs rampant in my gene pool
hitting most of my family--mom, dad, sister, brother, aunts and even my grandmother. Not a pretty way of life I know. I worry about my son and if he will be affected, I pray that he doesn't, but at least I know what to watch for.<br />
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So why did I start this post with my dislike for January? Because for so many people January is a rough month--and yes, I've heard the excuses "I'm just stressed "or "Oh, it's nothing, I'm just not sleeping well", and I want folks to know that I am right there with you. I hope that a majority of you who are reading this never have to deal with this beast... but if you do... you are not alone. Here's to our health and a better January. <br />
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<br />K. Inneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401411485753589394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266074582750629162.post-6439899970027863602012-11-30T08:30:00.000-05:002012-11-30T08:30:04.186-05:00Pin it Friday--Holiday editionIt's almost December and the holidays! More importantly... I have a house I can decorate!! Woo Hoo!!! Since moving to C-ville I have been dreaming of the day we get a house and I can decorate for the holidays. I am by no means Clark Griswold (via Christmas Vacation) or do I plan to make my place look like Santa and snowmen threw up on it... I love meaningful, family traditions--advent wreaths, turning off all the lights and sitting by the tree, a big wreath on the door, candles, and Christmas mugs full of hot chocolate. The smells of the holidays...fudge... I could go on and on. My mom is my inspiration for decorating-- she always made our the house the coziest most wonderful place during the holidays and I have wonderful memories of growing up there. Granted she probably ran herself ragged trying to do it all, but she never let it show. And since I am my mother's daughter after all, I hope that I can make Christmas as special for my son and family as she did for me.<br />
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So... how do I find inspiration for decorating my new huge house? Pinterest of course!!! Here are some of my favorites that I either do or are thinking of trying out. Enjoy.<br />
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My first pin comes from Make-it-do.com. It is one of my most repinned pins. At my house during the holidays it always smelled wonderful -- something was baking, the smell of the Christmas tree, a fire in the fireplace -- I loved it. So I tried this pin out last year to see if I could make our tiny place (we were in a tiny apartment) smell more homey, more like Christmas and it worked. This stuff is amazing. Try it. I know you will like it.<br />
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My next Pin is about changing up the way do our advent calendar/countdown to Christmas. For so many years we had the advent calendars where you opened up the little window for the day and got a piece of chocolate. Now anyone who knows me, knows that I am all for chocolate, but do I really want my son to associate counting down to Christ's birth with chocolate? I want him to experience the season. So that is why I am trying this idea for kimmccrary.blogspot.com. Using activities to celebrate each day till Christmas. I hope this goes well and it can become a holiday tradition at my house.<br />
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This last idea is from tinycookers.com. Cookie Cutter Pizzas! What a fun way to serve pizzas for Dunc. I'm thinking this would also make a fantastic holiday appetizer. Just cut the dough with any holiday cookie cutter
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Hope you all find some inspiration! Happy Holidays. <br />
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Happy First Week of Advent, December (as of Saturday) and the Christmas Season. It's time for another session of Currently @ the Innes's. So here we go...<br />
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<i><span style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"><b>Wishing</b></span></i>-- for a simple holiday season, but somehow I don't think I'm going to get this one. I really want to toss all the lists and enjoy time with my husband and son. I need this, badly--to rest and recharge. I do hope that I can do this. My "debbie-downer" side is just pushing her way to the front of my head reminding me how much I still need to do (unfortunately most of it is teaching related) before I can relax. <br />
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<i><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><b>Waiting</b></span></i>--for my son to finally go to bed. The hubs was in charge in bedtime tonight and I can still hear little feet running around upstairs. He is going to be a bear tomorrow if he doesn't go to bed soon. I just may have to stage a mommy intervention. <br />
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<i><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><b>Wondering</b></span></i>-- if we will actually get snow for Christmas or not. Last year we had a green Christmas-- followed by a little bit of snow in January and February. <br />
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<i><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"><b>Worrying</b></span></i>--about my son and his really picky eating habits. If it is not fruit, pretzels, cucumbers, chicken nuggets, or peanut butter and jelly, he doesn't want to touch it. I can't tell you the last time he willingly drank milk. I still cook dinner and we give him bites to try, but he doesn't eat them. Now I should say that he has not always been like this-- he used to love lots of types of food, textures, and tastes, but in the last couple of months it's gotten a bit "crazy" and it is really beginning to worry me. I'll take any suggestions if you have them. I need to get this kid to eat more variety again. <br />
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K. Inneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401411485753589394noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266074582750629162.post-70570021100744488972012-11-16T14:23:00.000-05:002012-11-16T16:03:07.123-05:00For the love of teaching....I'm getting personal here. Right now you could say I'm in a funk. I'm not happy with my job--in fact you could say right now I resent it--big time. I resent that it is taken over my life. My brain is always on teaching. My desk at work is full of mountains of papers to correct or pass out. All I talk to my husband about is what crazy, stupid thing some of my 9th grade boys did. I don't look forward to school because I know I must tackle more and more. <br />
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Don't get me wrong. I love teaching--it is all I've ever wanted to do, my passion. I love teachers, my kiddos, seeing students light up when they get a concept, decorating my classroom, even working on curriculum. I will talk theory with the best of best, mentor, join book clubs on educational topics... you name it. I will tout my kiddos accomplishments till the cows come home. I guess you could call me a "teacher nerd" and I love it. <br />
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I know that when I choose this profession (dare I say it chose me?) that it would become a defining part of my identity. That my life would be about other peoples children, giving up my time to chaperone field trips, advise clubs, attend football games and school musicals, write curriculum, and finding out what is best for my students learning, not my teaching style. It is who it I am, who I want be, and I totally accepting of it. But for the love of all things high school, I would love to do something without feeling guilty about the ungraded papers, the lesson that needs tweeked, journal articles, or goals that await me. <br />
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What do I mean? I want to be able to work at decorating my house, put my son to bed, finish the book on toddler behavior I've been reading for months, or talk to my sister on the phone without feeling guilty about the stack of papers I left on my desk. I want to drink a cup of tea and watch my favorite tv show on Sunday night without doing something lesson plan related. To peruse Pinterest without pinning dozens of class ideas. The list goes on and on.<br />
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I know that life is about balance, but what is it about teaching and feeling guilty about having a life outside of school? We are not superheros, we are human and we need to take time for ourselves. I know I do, but right now, I'm not. I have to start taking time for me, but it so hard to do when you are pulled in so many directions. I'm up for suggestions if you have any, because right now I am suffering. K. Inneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401411485753589394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266074582750629162.post-49057113797714287592012-11-04T07:00:00.000-05:002012-11-13T15:09:02.643-05:00Something on the walls... finally!We have been here in the new house for exactly 3 1/2 weeks and I have yet to do any official decorating. Heck, I'm still trying to unpack boxes (I don't even want to think about the boxes that await me in the basement). However, I have been itching to do something decorative especially with the pile of Duncan's artwork. Our fridge front is no longer a magnetized surface so I have been collection papers everywhere. Enter my favorite friend Pinterest.<br />
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I pinned this pin from Pinterest months ago... Thanks to the wilson world blog for the idea. It had morphed from a plan I saw at IKEA to hang kids artwork in their room. All I needed was a wire hanger and a vinyl quote. Why couldn't I do this in the house? I had two wall "candidates" --- the upstairs hallway and the kitchen. The winner was the kitchen--really because I wanted everyone to see Duncan's work, and I really didn't want to have to walk upstairs to see it and put new work up.<br />
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Enter Saturday afternoon. The hubs was out mowing the lawn and Duncan playing away with his trains. It was the perfect time to finally get it done. I gathered all my tools-- a wire holder and clips purchased from IKEA, wire clippers, my drill and a few screws, ruler/level, my vinyl artwork quote I had purchased from Vinyl Wall Expressions, and all Duncan's artwork.<br />
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Next up came the quote. The hardest part of this? Rubbing it down to make sure every thing was on the transfer paper. It was real easy to hang. The directions sent with it were so easy to follow.<br />
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And... tada! Here is the finished product. I am pretty proud of my work-- more importantly Duncan's work. Now everyone who comes into my house gets to see it. <br />
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<br />K. Inneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401411485753589394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266074582750629162.post-92009785388875633212012-11-01T13:50:00.000-04:002012-11-05T13:36:05.425-05:00So we bought a house....So I have an interesting story... yes, we bought a house. How we got there is a bit crazy but one that has got to be shared. And...I figure it will help explain why I have been "missing" from blogging for a while. So here we go-<br />
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After being on the market for over a year, and 2 offers falling through for various reasons (cough! hate my former HOA covenants cough!) our townhome back in Colorado finally sold in early July--granted for much less than we had ever hoped, but it sold and we were finally free to think about housing here in Virginia. What do I mean "thinking about housing" you may ask-- well originally it was getting out of the apartment we were renting and renting a house so we could still save money. I mean since we no longer had a mortgage and rent to pay our savings could really add up right?!? And more money meant a larger down payment and hopefully a nicer house. Exciting--- YES!!!<br />
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So our next step was to start looking at rentals, which meant lots of time looking at different websites. Both the hubs and I asked colleagues for recommendations on realtors, areas, rental companies, all sorts of questions. Really--people began to get sick of us asking questions. One such recommendation led us to a wonderful realtor named Betsy Swett. I could go on forever and ever how great she has been, but let's just say she has earned my business and recommendation to anyone who is looking to buy or sell in C-ville. She truly is amazing. Anyhoo... back to the story.<br />
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August came and we really started looking. I was stalking all real estate sites and craigslist daily. I came across a house for sale that I was really interested in. We could look right? Hubs and I agreed that we were in the best position to look, we could jump if we really wanted to, but if we didn't find the perfect place we didn't have to settle because we were saving money and renting was ok with us. And if we found a house in August cool, if in January cool too. We wanted the forever home and would wait to have it. So in walks Betsy... after showing us the house I was first interested in (turns out not so much) she sat down with us and went through what our must haves and deal breakers, even for a rental, were. Here's what we came up with: 3 or more bedrooms, 2 or more baths, a large living room or play area, a back yard big enough for Duncan to run around in, a garage, and hopefully something that could meet us in the middle of our drives to work (I work on the west side of the county, hubs on the North side). Betsy asked for a few days and she went to work.<br />
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About a week later, we got a surprise email saying she was getting ready to preview a house with a realtor, it hadn't gone on the market yet, but she thought it would be perfect for us. 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, on 2.1 acres. If she liked it, would we want to see it right away? We said yes, and two days later we were off to see the house. And it was perfect. Well... it didn't have a garage, but with 2.1 acres we could build one! We had walked into our forever home. Now...just to say how much I love my realtor, she then promptly took us to 2 other rental houses and one for sale so we could compare, get some perspective, and see what was "out there". There was one that we really did like, but it wasn't a forever home. We asked Betsy for 24 hours to think it over and drove straight home and called our mortgage company to see if we could realistically afford this house. I was deathly afraid (and still am) of being house poor, so I didn't want us to get over our heads. Turns out--we could afford the house and still have money left over after all other bills and savings requirements at the end of the month--and we were pre-approved and started the actually application right away. We immediately put in an offer and it was accepted. All before the house ever officially was listed on the MLS. We were buying a house. <br />
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Wait! We were buying a house! Holy crap is that a scary thing to say-- we are buying a house. Does any one every really know (or remember) everything that goes into buying a house? The paperwork, nerves, worry, the approval process, the packing.... Can you say overwhelming--OH HECK YES!! Oh and did I mention our closing date was the same week as Homecoming at my school (that is a complete story in it's own bag of craziness for later). I think I might have gone insane if it hadn't been for my sister who came to help us out. But it is ours now, our house! There is so much more to share, a TON to still unpack, but I think I will save that for later as well as the official picture tour. But for now this is what I get to see when I come home.<br />
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It's been a long time since I've done one of these.... I really don't know where time goes these days. It seems that I blink and a month has gone by. So here we go... currently at the Innes's...<br />
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<b><span style="color: #990000;">Worrying</span></b>-- about having enough time to get every thing I need to done. We just moved into a new house and along with the unpacking (I might be done by Thanksgiving) and helping Dunc get adjusted, it is also the end of the quarter at school which means grades, Hurricane Sandy clean up (at least we did not loose power), the senior mock election project that the government teachers and I put on every year and having to re-arrange everything (again thanks Sandy)... just everything. It is really not helping my anxiety levels at all. <br />
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<b style="color: #e69138;">Listening</b>-- to "Hey Wibbly" on Sprout. My child is protesting going to bed so he is watching tv, while I type and my husband is crashed on the sofa. Mother of the year here I know!<br />
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<b><span style="color: #38761d;">Wishing</span></b>--for more time... see my worry above. Plus, I have missed blogging, I need to carve out time to do it. <br />
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<b><span style="color: #0b5394;">Observing</span></b>-- well, not really observing as it is catching up with all my nestie buddies and what we all have been dealing with Hurricane damage. The pictures we have been sharing with each other have been amazing. It makes me very blessed that we were not as affected as everyone thought we would be. Granted the wind was pretty wicked, but the damage at least in my neck of the world is a lot less. <br />
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<b style="color: #351c75;">Considering</b>-- getting a massage. Yes, it's a bit superficial, but I've got to take care of me right? Next week I have Tuesday off from work (school). The county uses the schools as voting sites during elections, so pretty much every election day in November we either have completely off (like this year with a national election) or staff development (on off years). I am hoping that I can make it happen. It's on my agenda for tomorrow.<br />
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K. Inneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401411485753589394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266074582750629162.post-67232342533486832542012-09-13T14:41:00.000-04:002012-11-01T14:42:33.820-04:00You know your a teacher when.... I'm guessing that many of you may have already seen this... especially my teacher friends, but it gets me every time. Thanks to one of my "blog stalks" (favorites) for this. http://oldschoolteach.wordpress.com<br />
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HOW DO YOU KNOW YOU’RE A TEACHER? By Jeff Foxworthy<br />
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<li><strong></strong><strong>You get a secret thrill out of laminating things.</strong></li>
<li><strong></strong><strong>You can hear 25 voices behind you and know exactly which one belongs to the child out of line.</strong></li>
<li><strong></strong><strong>You walk into a store and hear the words, “It’s Ms./Mr. ____________ and know you have been spotted.</strong></li>
<li><strong></strong><strong>You have 25 people who accidentally call you Mom/Dad at one time or another.</strong></li>
<li><strong></strong><strong>You can eat a multi-course meal in under 25 minutes.</strong></li>
<li><strong></strong><strong>You’ve trained yourself to go to the bathroom at two distinct times of the day, lunch and planning period.</strong></li>
<li><strong></strong><strong>You start saving other people’s trash,
because most likely, you can use that toilet paper tube or plastic
butter tub for something in the classroom.</strong></li>
<li><strong></strong><strong>You believe the Teacher’s Lounge should be equipped with a margarita machine.</strong></li>
<li><strong></strong><strong>You want to slap the next person who says, “Must be nice to work 7 to 3 and have summers off”.</strong></li>
<li><strong></strong><strong>You believe chocolate is a food group.</strong></li>
<li><strong></strong><strong>You can tell if it’s a full moon without ever looking outside.</strong></li>
<li><strong></strong><strong>You believe that unspeakable evils will befall you if anyone says, “Boy, the kids are sure mellow today.”</strong></li>
<li><strong></strong><strong>You feel the urge to talk to strange children and correct their behavior when you are out in public.</strong></li>
<li><strong></strong><strong>You believe in aerial spraying of Ritalin.</strong></li>
<li><strong></strong><strong>You think caffeine should be available in intravenous form.</strong></li>
<li><strong></strong><strong>You spend more money on school stuff than you do on your own children.</strong></li>
<li><strong></strong><strong>You can’t pass the school supply aisle without getting at least 5 items!</strong></li>
<li><strong></strong><strong>You ask your friends to use their words and explain if the left hand turn he made was a “good choice” or “bad choice.”</strong></li>
<li><strong></strong><strong>You find true beauty in a can full of perfectly sharpened pencils.</strong></li>
<li><strong></strong><strong>You are secretly addicted to hand sanitizer.</strong></li>
<li><strong>You understand, instantaneously, why a child behaves in a certain way after meeting his/her parents.</strong></li>
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I hope all my teacher friends, parents, colleagues, and students have had a great start to a new school year. Remember teachers are humans who love their jobs and your kids :)<br />
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Our vacation to Grand Haven, Michigan started out with a bang. A huge derecho hit our town and all Central Virginia the night before. What is a derecho you may ask? It is a SEVERE storm -- rain, thunder, lightning and winds up to 80 miles an hour. It knocked down trees, houses, and took out power all over central Virginia (in some places for 11 days) -- 3 days at our place. Now this wouldn't be so bad except temperatures reached 114 degrees too. But the joy for our family was trying to finish packing for our week long trip with no power. Honestly most of it got done the next morning and we were a bit late starting our trip.<br />
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Here's a picture of our packed car. Yes, I know it looks like we are going for months, but with a toddler in a family of older kids we had had to bring things. Duncan did really well in the car and handled most of the trip with ease. <br />
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Once we reached Michigan and my hometown of Grand Haven a whirlwind of activity ensued. It was so wonderful to see my family--it's been two years since I've seen my mom and sister, more like 4 years for my nephews. The goal was as much quality family time and holiday celebration as possible.<br />
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First up a picture with Grandma Tenney. Check this off our bucket list. My mom had not seen Dunc since he was about 3 weeks old. She was "in love" and could get enough of his crazy funny antics. She kept us going with endless amount of watermelon, sweet tea, chicken nuggets, cucumbers, and hotdogs. <br />
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Not only did my mom have a chair that was just the right size... she had toys and lots of them. Cars, trucks, school buses, tonka trucks.... Duncan was in heaven.<br />
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A walk along the boardwalk and Pier were a must as well. Duncan really enjoyed watching the fishermen and seeing all the waves. He liked the boats and all the holiday hub-bub. <br />
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More fun to be had at imagination station. What is imagination station? Well almost 15 years ago the residents of Grand Haven decided there needed to be an inclusive park for all children. What came out of it was imagination station--a huge playpark with swings, bridges, boats, soft play areas and lots of fun things to play with--and of course--it was a hit. <br />
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Duncan driving the "car" (left) and playing in his favorite tire swing (below).<br />
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The 4th of July dawned as a HOT, and humid day... so to cool off before all the festivities and picnic, a trip to the splash park was required. I truly think we have a water baby on our hands, Duncan played for two hours straight and wore himself out. But I was ok with it--because I knew he would have an AWESOME nap. I truly love the expression on his face in these pictures--he was so excited about the water. Oh and funny story... we lost a shoe on the way home, so daddy double-backed to see if he could find it. Nope, but he did find the sock? Who needs a shoe but leaves the sock? </div>
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A couple of visits to Aunt Beth and Uncle Jeremy's farm were also on the agenda. It was great to be able to see my nephews again, especially "my baby" Jonathan-- umm... yeah... he's not a baby, he's 18 and all grown up. Duncan really like the animals and playing on the farm with all the trucks and toys. We even got to ride Cricket, the horse, and play with the barn cats. <br />
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Having ice cream after riding the horses and playing at the farm our second night there. <br />
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My "baby" Jonathan.... all grown up. I really am proud of what he has been able to accomplish. <br />
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And of course... what trip to West Michigan and Grand Haven, would be complete without a trip to the beach? We met up with my childhood friend Rachel and her 2 sons and played all morning in the hot sand and warm water. Duncan make his first sand castle and once more had a ball in the water. <br />
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Our trip home was uneventful. We did bring a small trailer home with us with some furniture from my mom's old house that I have wanted but have never been able to get to us. Duncan really didn't want to spend the same amount of time in the car on the way home (neither did I), but we made it back in decent time---just in time to go through our freezer to see what had spoiled. Remember, we left when the power was out.... for 3 days. That was a "fun" thing to come home too. All in all, we had a wonderful time and I can't wait to do it again. <br />
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<br />K. Inneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401411485753589394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266074582750629162.post-17690103709821308342012-07-22T15:27:00.000-04:002012-07-22T15:27:00.490-04:00Before I was a MomThe other day one of my former students sent me a little email letting me know she was pregnant. We have kept in touch over the years, and I was (still am) very happy for her and her husband. It got me thinking about what life was like before Duncan, and I found myself thinking over and over just how incomplete my life was. Then today-- from out of the blue (I swear this was karma) I was perusing pinterest (don't you just love nap time?) and this poem was there. It describes me perfectly. Enjoy...<br />
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<i>Before I was a Mom</i> -<br />
I slept as late as I wanted and never worried about how late I got into
bed. I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday.<br />
<i>Before I was a Mom </i>-<br />
I cleaned my house each day. I never tripped over toys or forgot words
to a lullaby. I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I
never thought about immunizations.<br />
<i>Before I was a Mom</i> -<br />
I had never been puked on - Pooped on - Spit on - Chewed on, or Peed
on. I had complete control of my mind and My thoughts. I slept all
night.<br />
<i>Before I was a Mom</i> -<br />
I never held down a screaming child so that doctors could do tests...or
give shots. I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got
gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never sat up late hours at night
watching a baby sleep.<br />
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I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put it down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop
the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I
would love being a Mom.<br />
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I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body. I didn't
know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. I didn't know that
bond between a mother and her child. I didn't know that something so
small could make me feel so important.<br />
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I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to
make sure all was okay. I had never known The warmth, The joy, The love,
The heartache, The wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom. I
didn't know I was capable of feeling so much before I was a Mom.K. Inneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401411485753589394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266074582750629162.post-20301323347415327902012-07-19T15:06:00.000-04:002012-07-19T15:20:03.777-04:00Currently @ the Innes Family #2I have begin to really love currently posts--I think it really gives a snapshot of what is going on our busy hectic lives, and that we are not alone in all the funny crazy stuff that many of us mommy bloggers do. So, without further ado....<br />
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Currently @ the Innes family I am....<br />
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<b style="color: #073763;">Reading</b> four different books. 2 on boy /toddler behavior (can you tell what my life is like), one on the Supreme Court, and the last a Mary Higgins Clark mystery.</div>
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<b><span style="color: #741b47;">Listening to</span> </b>106.1 the Corner. Very eclectic station here in C-ville. I really do like it a lot. I get to hear everything from Ingrid Michaelson, Michael Fronte and Spearhead, to the Civil Wars--and really everything in between.<br />
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<br />K. Inneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401411485753589394noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266074582750629162.post-4445504488738484382012-07-13T17:14:00.002-04:002012-07-13T20:37:14.512-04:00Mini-Pineapple Upside Down Cakes--a birthday treat!So this past Tuesday was my husbands "4043945th" birthday... (the actual number is in there--he would kill me if I announced his age to blog land), and I wanted to make something special for him. Anyhoo... the hubs is not a big cake fan but he does like pineapple upside down cake. Correction--he LOVES pineapple upside down cake. The problem? Gluten. So I set out on my quest to find a gluten free yellow cake recipe--which was not easy to find. What I ended up doing was going to the Betty Crocker Cookbook, using their yellow cake recipe but instead switched out the regular flour with some King Aurthur gluten free all purpose flour and added a teaspoon of xanthan gum. Now to add just a bit more confusion, I decided try out a pinterest idea and make "mini" cakes using my texas-sized muffin tins (the really big kind). Here's the lowdown...<br />
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<li>brown sugar to taste (I used about 1/3 cup total)</li>
<li>sliced pineapple (fresh is best but canned in juice is good too)</li>
<li>maraschino cherries</li>
<li>walnuts (optional)</li>
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This turned out to be quite a hit in our house. Everyone loved them. I will definitely be baking these again!K. Inneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401411485753589394noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266074582750629162.post-73618845442369958082012-06-27T08:57:00.000-04:002012-06-27T10:01:46.342-04:00Bucket List Update #1<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-4yVYhS1lgUaho43JXbPL9jGFR5mbPCt904G0VG2P2-MLjMtiFKdN2QwM3ixYJh9X8U2xdZv2IyKVqRD2BwFS4t4ENeXnQMs_L2VQUAlRLUG-GL59RQCiVK_fruYyaYYXK9uA21L3JX4a/s1600/swim1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-4yVYhS1lgUaho43JXbPL9jGFR5mbPCt904G0VG2P2-MLjMtiFKdN2QwM3ixYJh9X8U2xdZv2IyKVqRD2BwFS4t4ENeXnQMs_L2VQUAlRLUG-GL59RQCiVK_fruYyaYYXK9uA21L3JX4a/s320/swim1.jpg" width="178" /></a>This past week we finally crossed off one of our bucket list items. Swimming at the pool. The pool at our complex opened quite late this year due to repairs (can we say earthquake anyone?) So we had to make due with other exciting things (running in the park, daily walks, slides and swings) to tide us over until it was ready. And on a hot humid day we were ready to try it out. <br />
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To be honest, Duncan really wanted nothing to do with it. He fought us every step of the way getting his swim diaper and suit on, and lord, don't get me started on the shoes. We had to fake it and say we were going on our evening walk--early. What you say? You don't go walking wearing your swim suits and carrying towels, grapes, a new floatie, a waterbottle and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich? Well, we do.<br />
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As we got closer to the pool, you could hear other children playing in the water, and that pipped his interest, especially when he saw the large inflatable beach ball flying through the air (leave it to a ball to get my son jazzed about the pool). He went right for the gate and wanted to go in. A few minutes later after unloading all our stuff, getting shirts off and floaties on, we took our first tentative steps to the pool. Holy moo cow was the water cold, but my son looked around, and jumped into his daddy's waiting arms. From there it was all play time.The hubs and Duncan splashed around and I finally got in and used to the cold water. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Checking out the turtle on my floatie.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here I go!!! Jump!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Splash, splash, with daddy.</td></tr>
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45 minutes later, both of us could see that Duncan was doing a bit of shivering (yes the water was that cold, which makes me think that our place needs to get a solar heater cover, but that's another time) and we started wrangling the boy to get out. You would have though we were sending him away for ever from all the crying and pleading to stay in. Thank goodness for the peanut butter sandwich and grapes--they made a great distraction. (Yes, I do have my moments of brilliant forethought) And after a quick bite to eat and drying off we headed home promising a warm shower, brushing our teeth--which is one of his favorite things to do-- and Thomas the Tank Engine on the Sprout channel before bed. Overall, it was a great memory and fun time for our first bucket list event. And... I think we might just have a real water baby on our hands.K. Inneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401411485753589394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266074582750629162.post-12503603641357160292012-06-25T10:21:00.000-04:002012-06-25T10:21:53.551-04:00Crock Pot Mac 'n' CheeseHere's a easy way to make home made macaroni and cheese that your family will love. I use gluten free noodles but you can easily use any elbow macaroni. I love set it and "forget it" recipes in the crock pot--it makes my life so much easier and I don't have rush home and figure out what to have for dinner.<br />
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8 oz elbow macaroni (I use Tinkyada's gluten free brown rice pasta/macaroni)<br />
4 cups shredded sharp cheddar cheese<br />
1 can (12 oz) evaporated milk<br />
1 1/2 cups milk<br />
2 eggs<br />
1 tsp. salt<br />
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3. Transfer to slow cooker that has been sprayed with non-stick cooking spray or do what I do and line the cooker with a slow cooker bag.<br />
4. Cover and cook on low for 5 to 6 hours, or until mixture is firm and golden around the edges. Do not remove the cover or stir the mixture until it is done cooking. Serve warm.<br />
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I like to serve it with a big green salad and some fruit (right now it's strawberries). Yummy! Hope you enjoy. <br />
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<i>Note: I am sorry I didn't get a finished picture for you all, my husband dug into the meal before I could snap a photo. Ce la vi...</i>K. Inneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401411485753589394noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266074582750629162.post-3870539834413961582012-06-21T13:32:00.001-04:002012-07-19T15:09:56.024-04:00Currently @ the Innes Family-- 6/21/12Currently I am....<br />
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Well I'm Geeked! My friend and fellow mom blogger, Mar, over at <a href="http://www.raisingbean.com/" target="_blank">Raising Bean</a> nominated me for this award<span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">! Thank you, thank you, thank you Mar! So now that I've been nominated, I must</span></span> continue the tradition and nominate seven others. Read on below....<br />
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<span style="color: navy;">1. What is your favorite song?</span> That my dear friends is easy! In Your Eyes, by Peter Gabriel... hands down.<br />
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<span style="color: navy;">2.What is your favorite dessert?</span><span style="color: #660000;"> </span>Really? I have to pick one? I guess I'd have to say ice cream.<br />
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<span style="color: navy;">3. What do you do when you are upset?</span> Ummm.... I'd have to say first reaction is cry. I admit I don't handle emotion really well.<br />
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<span style="color: navy;">4. Which is your favorite pet?</span> If I had to choose, I'd say my very first pet on my own... Sly. I rescued him (or should I say he rescued me) and he was there when I had so many life changing moments...it was one of the saddest days of my life when I lost him.<br />
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<span style="color: navy;">5. Which do you prefer, white or whole wheat?</span> Whole wheat. It just tasted better to me. But I am starting to acquire (very slowly) a taste for millet (gluten free) bread because my husband is gluten intolerant. <br />
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<span style="color: navy;">6. What's your biggest fear?</span> Losing those that I love.<br />
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<span style="color: navy;">7. What is your attitude mostly?</span> I look to the bright side of things. I teach high school so people think that I am insane but I find working with teenagers keeps me young at heart. <br />
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1. I am left handed.<br />
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2. I love cooking, but absolutely hate to clean up. And laundry... ugh...don't get me started. <br />
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3. I like shopping for others, but have no patience when shopping for myself. <br />
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4. I could watch the BBC version of Persuasion over and over and over again. It is my favorite Jane Austin book ever.<br />
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5. I love Vera Bradley bags. They are the most girly, patterned things I own.<br />
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6. I really love falling asleep to the sound of the rain--SO relaxing.<br />
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7. If I could, I would take long showers everyday until the hot water ran out. <br />
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8. My child dresses better and has more up-to-date technology than I do. <br />
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9. If it weren't so bad for me, I'd eat a cheeseburger with ketchup, mustard and pickles every day. <br />
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10. I love it when my child naps... I can take a nap too---ahhh... heaven. <br />
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<b>My Nominees</b><br />
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<a href="http://www.neatheringourfest.com/" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://studerteam.blogspot.com/" target="post">Team Studer</a> -- Tabitha's blog was my inspiration for starting a blog. I've been a fan for almost 2 years now.<br />
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<a href="http://meetinglauren.blogspot.com/" target="post">Meeting Lauren</a> -- Jackie is mom to Lauren, a beautiful baby girl with downs syndrome, and a rambunctious toddler Ryan. I am blessed to know her and love reading about her family adventures.<br />
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<a href="http://www.growingupgeeky.com/" target="post">Growing Up Geeky</a> -- a fellow teacher and blogger, Melissa has a great blog about family and life.<br />
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<a href="http://www.meetthedubiens.com/" target="post">Meet the Dubiens</a> -- what would I do without this awesome crafty fun blog by Jill? Her weekly "bento" snack boxes have been a life saver and allowed me to try new things (a.k.a. foods) with Dunc. <br />
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<a href="http://funnypregnantlady.blogspot.com/" target="post">Funny PostPartum Lady</a> -- I found Funny Post Partum Lady when I was looking for inspiration about being a military wife. All I can say is what a fun blog to read, hands down you should follow this fellow military mommy. <br />
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<a href="http://thenonsensationalist.blogspot.com/" target="post">The Nonsensationalist</a> -- Cesca (aka Francesca) is actually a former student of mine from my first years of teaching (we won't say how long ago that was ok?). He has a wonderful family now and I've really enjoyed following the antics of her crew. She is such a great writer. <br />
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<a href="http://www.onegoodthingbyjillee.com/" target="_blank">One Good Thing by Jillee</a> -- I found this blog via Pinterest when Jill posted the XL chocolate chip cookie in a mug. OMG it was heaven. I now follow her for crafty tips and ideas. I big puffy heart her blog! :)K. Inneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401411485753589394noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266074582750629162.post-66103869053690892272012-06-17T09:56:00.000-04:002012-06-19T11:22:50.111-04:00Father's Day Top 10: Why I love youIn honor of Father's Day I have created my very own top 10 as an "ode" to my husband. So here we go--the TOP Ten Reasons Why I love you!<br />
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1. I love watching you play with our son. You are such a great role model.</div>
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2. Who else could I share my politics obsession with?</div>
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3. When I'm sick, you always take care of me--and that say's a lot because I am a terrible patient.</div>
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4. It touches my heart when get a "SOS"-y, and show your emotions (and let the cat sleep on your lap).</div>
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5. You are the ultimate technology nerd. </div>
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6. I love that you have served your country for these last 23 years. I am so proud of you for that. </div>
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7. You kill/move/handle all the creepy bugs, spiders, and crawling things so I don't freak out! That is true love right there. </div>
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8. Your corny sense of humor never fails to make me smile and laugh. </div>
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9. You aren't afraid to try new things, meet new people or have a new experience. </div>
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10. You married me, with all my faults, craziness, and weirdness, you married ME!</div>
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<b style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Happy Father's Day my dear husband!</span></b></div>
<br />K. Inneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401411485753589394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266074582750629162.post-85735648093316225282012-06-15T22:10:00.000-04:002012-06-15T23:24:01.504-04:00Quick and easy dinner--is there such a thing?If you are anything like me there are just some nights you're tapped out of ideas for dinner and you have about 30 minutes till all "hades" breaks loose because people are hungry--what to do? Well instead of calling for pizza, or begging your husband to agree to a family dinner at chick-fil-a, consider trying one of my (and my family's) favorite go to meal. My husband probably would eat this every night if I let him, and my son will actually eat the spinach! AND... I can make it in about 25 minutes! So I present to you--<br />
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- 1 TBSP. olive oil (I use EVOO)<br />
- 1 lb. boneless, skinless chicken breast, cut into bite sized pieces<br />
- 6 cups baby spinach leaves, washed and dried (I just use the ready mix bag spinach and cut the leaves in half)<br />
- 2 cups rice, uncooked. Minute Rice is best for this (I use their brown rice)<br />
- 1 1/2 cups grape or cherry tomatoes, halved.<br />
- 1 can (10.5 oz) chicken broth<br />
- 1 tsp. each of basil and oregano<br />
- 1/4 cup Parmesan cheese, grated<br />
- 1/4 cup Romano cheese, grated (I like to add the second cheese for a really tasty blend, but it is totally optional).<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">-</span></span> Heat oil in large deep skillet on medium heat.<br />
- Add chicken and cook 10 minutes or until chicken is cooked through. Stir frequently.<br />
- Add spinach, rice, tomatoes, basil, oregano, and broth; mix well.<br />
- Bring to boil. Reduce heat to low and cover. Simmer 5 minutes<br />
- Stir in cheese and let stand 5 minutes. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>The Rules of a Toddler! </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>What every parent needs to know.</i></span></div>
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If it is on, I must turn it off. If it is off, I must turn it on.</div>
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If it is folded, I must unfold it.</div>
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If it is a liquid, it must be shaken, then spilled.</div>
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If it a solid, it must be crumbled, chewed or smeared.</div>
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If it is high, it must be reached.</div>
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If it is shelved, it must be removed.</div>
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If it is pointed, it must be run with at top speed.</div>
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If it has leaves, they must be picked.</div>
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If it is plugged, it must be unplugged.</div>
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If it is not trash, it must be thrown away.If it is in the trash, it must be removed, inspected, and thrown on the floor.</div>
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If it is closed, it must be opened. If it does not open, it must be screamed at.</div>
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If it has drawers, they must be rifled.</div>
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If it is a pencil, it must write on the refrigerator, monitor, or table.</div>
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If it is full, it will be more interesting emptied. If it is empty, it will be more interesting full.</div>
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If it is a pile of dirt, it must be laid upon.</div>
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If it is stroller, it must under no circumstances be ridden in without protest. It must be pushed by me instead.</div>
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If it has a flat surface, it must be banged upon.</div>
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If Mommy's hands are full, I must be carried. If Mommy is in a hurry and wants to carry me, I must walk alone.</div>
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If it is paper, it must be torn.</div>
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If it has buttons, they must be pressed.</div>
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If the volume is low, it must go high.</div>
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If it is toilet paper, it must be unrolled on the floor.</div>
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If it is a drawer, it must be pulled upon.</div>
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If it is a toothbrush, it must be inserted into my mouth.</div>
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If it has a faucet, it must be turned on at full force.</div>
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If it is a phone, I must talk to it.</div>
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If it is a bug, it must be swallowed.</div>
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If it doesn't stay on my spoon, it must be dropped on the floor.</div>
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If it is not food, it must be tasted. If it IS food, it must not be tasted.</div>
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If it is dry, it must be made wet with drool, milk, or toilet water.</div>
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If it is a car seat, it must be protested with arched back.</div>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">If it is Mommy, it must be hugged.</span></div>K. Inneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401411485753589394noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266074582750629162.post-57582219274070497072012-06-02T08:33:00.000-04:002012-09-06T10:32:51.940-04:00Summer Bucket List 2012<b></b>It's time for summer! Too often I make up a list of things I'd like us to do as a family and then {POOF} summer is over and I don't get to even half of them. Last year we were in the midst of a move, starting new jobs, and discovering a new city so our list got thrown to the wind. This year I am much more determined to do enjoy a summer filled with family fun. While scouring the web for ideas of activities near us, I came across the <a href="http://thehappyfamilymovement.com/2012/05/the-2012-summer-bucket-list-challenge/" target="_blank">Happy Family Movement's Summer Bucket List Challenge</a>. What an awesome idea and I immediately signed our family up. There are over 1000 families participating--how exciting!!! I'm looking forward to a fun filled summer. So without further ado, I present to you the Innes Family 2012 Summer Bucket List Challenge!<br />
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<li><strike>visit Grandma Tenney </strike></li>
<li>visit Grandma and Poppa Tyler </li>
<li><strike>swim at the beach on Lake Michigan</strike></li>
<li>see the Thomas the Train Experience</li>
<li><strike>make homemade ice cream</strike></li>
<li>visit the water park with Felicity and CJ</li>
<li>go camping</li>
<li>attend a Friday at Five concert together</li>
<li>have a picnic at the park</li>
<li>feed the ducks at the local pond</li>
<li>plant flowers</li>
<li>go mini golfing</li>
<li>go to the National Zoo</li>
<li>go strawberry picking</li>
<li><strike>see fireworks together</strike></li>
<li><strike><a href="http://familyinnes.blogspot.com/2012/06/bucket-list-update-1.html" target="_blank">swim at the pool</a> </strike></li>
<li>go to a carnival </li>
<li><strike>ride horses</strike></li>
<li>visit a petting zoo. </li>
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I will most likely update
the list with more ideas and I will definitely add links to relevant posts as we cross things off. Have a great start to your summer everyone.K. Inneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401411485753589394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266074582750629162.post-68857170384884969852012-06-01T16:59:00.000-04:002012-06-05T12:08:18.353-04:00It's Graduation Time :)Every year I look forward to graduation--to watch my senior students walk across the stage and receive their high school diplomas. I see the joy and excitement on their faces as they close one chapter and begin a new one in their lives. It makes me blessed to be part of their journey. So as my current students get ready to cross the stage and my former kiddos who have already done so last week... for you. <br />
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“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can
steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you
know what you know. And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go...”
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Oh, the Places You'll Go!</i></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="color: #990000;">To the 2012 graduates of Western and my HHS seniors... congratulations! I'm so very proud of you.</span> </span></span><i> </i><i>
</i></div>K. Inneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16401411485753589394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2266074582750629162.post-7723931610042173342012-05-31T09:00:00.000-04:002012-06-21T14:18:10.837-04:00Dirt!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So I just have to share this photo. Granted my son is playing with his new tablet (thank you Grandma R.) but check out the dirt. I think he brought more home than he left at day care. Must have been a real good day of playing outside. And this is after both our day care and my husband worked to clean him up. I guess you could say his shirt is very appropriate for the situation :)<br />
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<u><i><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Update-- 6/20/12</span></b></i></u></div>
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Motivated by my friend Mar, I entered Dunc into Joshua's Photo Party... and low and behold!!! We won first place for the week. Check us out over here....<a href="http://ourfootprintsontheworld.blogspot.com/2012/06/joshuas-photo-party-11.html" target="_blank">Our Footprints on the World</a>. <br />
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