<?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-8157733157691648425</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:04:16.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jorgensen Journal</title><subtitle type='html'>The life and memoires of the Jorgensen clan in Mississauga.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-6883779881075955717</id><published>2008-12-26T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:29:33.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuddle?</title><content type='html'>The girls sometimes sleep together. It's quite sweet when they do.  Tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marisa to Danielle:   Can we cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle to Marisa:   Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so maybe the response doesn't sound cute but they do cuddle a lot.  It just has to be when Danielle wants...which thankfully is often.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-6883779881075955717?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6883779881075955717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=6883779881075955717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/6883779881075955717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/6883779881075955717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/cuddle.html' title='Cuddle?'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-237485980994633693</id><published>2008-11-11T20:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:57:40.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Role Reversal</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's my turn again.  I think the only time I have posted is the first test run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been about 5 weeks since my last layoff and I have been thoroughly enjoying the time.  It's role reversal for Dalia and I, Dalia's gone back to work, I'm "working" at home with the girls.  Once I get more accustomed to the routine and have my days filled with Daddy Daycare, I'll get to know what Dalia has been going through the last few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I've been lucky enough to be able to take Marisa to school since she's ever been going to school, I'll now be able to pick her up and even volunteer a bit.  This time will never be there again, so it's time for me to cherish them even more with all this extra time I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder how we ever manage things, but when you want to do something, it's amazing how things turn out as long as you believe they will.  People find ways to do the things that they really want to do, and I've been blessed to be given the opportunity to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a movie Dal and I watched a short time ago with a great quote... "&lt;em&gt;Death is certain, Life is not&lt;/em&gt;".  Enjoy it while you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-237485980994633693?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/237485980994633693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=237485980994633693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/237485980994633693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/237485980994633693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/role-reversal.html' title='Role Reversal'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-4462639246645654958</id><published>2008-11-11T19:16:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:08:41.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Really Is Simple</title><content type='html'>After 3 1/2 years of being out of the workforce (the law firm downtown), I am now in my third week back. While I am absolutely loving it, there are certainly challenges, physically and mentally. Physical being my upper body problems that I continue to seek weekly physical therapy for and mentally being away from my two girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I now appreciate my precious children more since I actually leave them for more than 2 hours at a time. I ensure to spend quality time doing something with them (other than tucking them both in at night). It appears that this change, while an adjustment for everyone, is already reaping the benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight one of Marisa and Danielle's favourite shows was on that we may catch once a week, if that. The television volume was off while we were playing. Dad was out. Nana was working in the kitchen. As we were playing, we noticed what was on. We all stopped looking disappointed ... obviously feeling conflicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask the big question, &lt;em&gt;"Do you want to watch this or keep playing"&lt;/em&gt;. I am happy to report the answer was to keep playing. What an amazing feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I am enjoying how my girls miss and appreciate me.  How can you not enjoy the endless kisses from sweet Danielle saying, "Mommy, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lub&lt;/span&gt; you"...even without my prompting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe everything really does happen for a reason, but sometimes it can be hard to remember that. The past couple of months have been full of change, and really, it continues to be a really big adjustment for everyone, Mark, myself, my girls, and Nana too (my mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through it all I am completely aware of just how blessed I am. Life really is simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-4462639246645654958?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4462639246645654958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=4462639246645654958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/4462639246645654958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/4462639246645654958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-really-is-simple.html' title='Life Really Is Simple'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-5254456030780877513</id><published>2008-10-25T12:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:45:00.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time is Almost Here</title><content type='html'>Time to get back into the workforce...back to the law firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-5254456030780877513?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5254456030780877513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=5254456030780877513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/5254456030780877513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/5254456030780877513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-is-almost-here.html' title='The Time is Almost Here'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-2063110491777187286</id><published>2008-10-09T00:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T00:31:12.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Death and Living</title><content type='html'>We all know death is the one thing in life that is a guarantee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while it is important to prepare for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inevitable&lt;/span&gt;, what's even more important is how you choose to live your life in the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The present. Right now. Right here. This is all we have for sure. Nothing else is certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what prompted this depressing subject? Right now, as I write this, my husband is at the hospital where his mother just came through surgery (stomach cancer). The next 3 days are critical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who know us are aware that MIL (mother-in-law) has chosen to be an inactive part of our lives. Sadly, she has given up on life since her son left home to get married almost 10 years ago. The two amazing grandchildren have sadly not been embraced but it is as if they are non-existent. This breaks my heart. For many reasons. For myself. For my kids. Yes, even for MIL. And of course for Mark and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FIL&lt;/span&gt; who have the most amazing hearts I've ever known a person to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of all of it, I pray that people, MIL included, choose to cherish what really matters -- each other -- family, friends, neighbours, even strangers....people. People matter. We should all treat each other with dignity and respect. We shouldn't take the ones we love for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know when your time is up? I know how I want to be remembered. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, the purpose of life is happiness...we all want to be happy. So let's all make sure we do what makes us happy.   And remember,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;em&gt;      "If you keep doing what you've always done,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                       You'll keep getting what you've always got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                So, if you want to start getting what you've never got, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                       You've got to start doing what &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;you've never done!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-2063110491777187286?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2063110491777187286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=2063110491777187286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2063110491777187286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2063110491777187286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/10/death-and-living.html' title='Death and Living'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-2884435194827300244</id><published>2008-08-31T01:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T01:50:08.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Life"....A Must Read...What # Are You Living?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Autobiography in 5 Short Chapters&lt;br /&gt;By Portia Nelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I walk down the street.&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;I fall in.&lt;br /&gt;I am lost….I am helpless.&lt;br /&gt;It isn’t my fault.&lt;br /&gt;It takes forever to find a way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I walk down the same street.&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;I pretend I don’t see it.&lt;br /&gt;I fall in, again.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I am in this same place.&lt;br /&gt;But, it isn’t my fault.&lt;br /&gt;It still takes a long time to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I walk down the same street.&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;I see it is there.&lt;br /&gt;I still fall in….it’s a habit……but,&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are open.&lt;br /&gt;I know where I am.&lt;br /&gt;It is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;I get out immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I walk down the same street.&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;I walk around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I walk down another street&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-2884435194827300244?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2884435194827300244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=2884435194827300244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2884435194827300244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2884435194827300244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/lifea-must-readwhat-are-you-living.html' title='&quot;Life&quot;....A Must Read...What # Are You Living?'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-4170679574907402279</id><published>2008-07-19T23:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:38:30.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marisa's First Loose Tooth</title><content type='html'>Tonight when I was tucking Marisa into bed she showed me a loose tooth. I couldn't believe it...I almost cried when I said, "Wow, my baby is really growing up". My Sunshine glowed with pride. She is so excited and wants to show everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really goes by fast! Time to educate myself about the tooth fairy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-4170679574907402279?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4170679574907402279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=4170679574907402279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/4170679574907402279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/4170679574907402279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/07/marisas-first-loose-tooth.html' title='Marisa&apos;s First Loose Tooth'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-1393729877725888944</id><published>2008-06-21T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T03:04:16.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs &amp; Kisses</title><content type='html'>Tonight when I was sitting on the couch, Danielle leaned over and kissed me.  Next, my Angel starts saying "hug, hug, hug" and climbs on me and gives me this great big amazing hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lucky. I am so in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-1393729877725888944?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1393729877725888944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=1393729877725888944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/1393729877725888944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/1393729877725888944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/hugs-kisses.html' title='Hugs &amp; Kisses'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-3042622669495920841</id><published>2008-06-08T15:06:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:03:58.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Stay-At-Home-Mom</title><content type='html'>There are two types of &lt;u&gt;"Work"&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Working outside the home at a 'job' or an 'employer' = You get a paycheque and have various types of benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Working at home and raising kids = No paycheque. Different types of benefits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the young and innocent age of 15 years old - now 22 years ago, my work career began...I was finally legal so I had to sign up immediately! I always thrived and loved working. I know, it sounds crazy now. But this is how I have always been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the fact that I have basically been at home with the kids for a total of 4 years is amazing to me. Wow, explains a lot doesn't it? No wonder I'm insane. :-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I love my kids and feel that it is a greater benefit having one parent home - for many different reasons. With that said, however, I also feel that in this day and age that is a difficult thing to achieve and just isn't suited for everyone. Like anything in life though, it is doable. Really, anything we want is doable. It all depends how bad we want it for ourselves and those around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after my one year off with Marisa, I did the 'normal' thing and went back to work when Marisa was one. I then went off work for various reasons (and still thankfully have my job waiting for me) and have continued to be off since January 2005, now almost 3 1/2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that during this time at home I feel I have grown and experienced so much. So much that I otherwise would not have been able to experience had I been working outside the home. I am so grateful for all of this. I am most thankful for all the time I have had to experience watching my beautiful girls grow up. And to be a part of that more than I thought I would ever be able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point there is one thing stopping me from getting back to my job. I have a physical problem and am in the middle of treatment. No, the mental problem is beyond repair. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the meantime, I plan on enjoying the joy and the amazing time I get to watch my beautiful children grow up every chance I get in between my thousand appointments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this busy and fast-paced world, we often forget to slow down and even stop once in a while to really enjoy life, the small things and the most amazing blessings, our family, friends and most of all, our children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-3042622669495920841?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3042622669495920841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=3042622669495920841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/3042622669495920841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/3042622669495920841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/being-stay-at-home-mom.html' title='Being a Stay-At-Home-Mom'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-2609844842718117267</id><published>2008-06-04T15:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:06:29.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip</title><content type='html'>Today I got to get on a school bus with 3 kindergarten classes, teachers and parents. Off we all went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Humber&lt;/span&gt; Arboretum for a pond study. We won't talk about all the voices I still hear after being in a small enclosed place with so many kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. Anyone who knows me and bugs are just not a good combination. This was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a daddy trip but since he had the nerve to be out-of-town on business, I got the lucky opportunity to go instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that it was an amazing experience. Despite all the dirt and bugs and stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to watch Marisa interact with her friends, teachers, classmates, and then to watch her get right in there and be so eager to catch the bugs with the net and examine them...wow - it was all an experience I was happy I had a chance to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for how I did with the bugs? Let's just say I kept my distance...as much as I could anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-2609844842718117267?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2609844842718117267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=2609844842718117267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2609844842718117267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2609844842718117267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/field-trip.html' title='Field Trip'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-4631468682620555383</id><published>2008-05-13T23:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T23:15:20.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gross!</title><content type='html'>Tonight Marisa tells me that she was playing with a worm with her friend at the park today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grossed me right out! Yuck.  She actually held it and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I 'tried' to be excited about it. I know I didn't do a good job, especially when she says, "mommy, it's okay, really, it doesn't hurt".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just laughed.  I love my Sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-4631468682620555383?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4631468682620555383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=4631468682620555383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/4631468682620555383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/4631468682620555383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/gross.html' title='Gross!'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-3969227764829685129</id><published>2008-05-08T02:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T02:06:16.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtful Acts</title><content type='html'>My Marisa is so sweet, giving and thoughtful with her little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Marisa got a popsicle (one that breaks into 2 pieces) at/after school.  Marisa held on to both of them until Danielle got there to pick her up and of course she gave her one.  One mother tells her child "how sweet, you'd never do that for your sister".  What's even more sweet is when Danielle's ended up falling on the ground how Marisa handed her only one over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an amazing sweet Sunshine Marisa really is!  I feel proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-3969227764829685129?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3969227764829685129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=3969227764829685129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/3969227764829685129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/3969227764829685129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/thoughtful-acts.html' title='Thoughtful Acts'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-2054899535214292243</id><published>2008-05-08T01:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T01:22:19.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1st Big Question...</title><content type='html'>...was asked by Marisa tonight.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mommy, how do you and daddy make a baby"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless...a rare event. I stumbled with the answer and said very little but tried to keep the explanation age-appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parenting is sure challenging but so very fulfilling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-2054899535214292243?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2054899535214292243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=2054899535214292243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2054899535214292243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2054899535214292243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/1st-big-question.html' title='The 1st Big Question...'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-6467705263147319519</id><published>2008-05-07T23:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T02:03:36.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Baby?</title><content type='html'>Lately the girls in Marisa's online baby group have been talking about going through labour again. I must admit this has caused all the voices in my head to hold meetings to discuss the possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows me knows that I still consider having another baby. Still, I know that right now isn't the 'right time'. You won't catch me saying we can't because I always tell my kids that we don't say the word &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;u&gt;can't&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;, and instead to ask "how can I" do it or to ask for help.  And no, I'm not asking for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Pregnancy Resume:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Marisa&lt;/u&gt; --- my awful 21 hours of labour, going 8cm and then having a c-section and still needing to go back to the ER because the incision reopened a couple weeks later. &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Danielle&lt;/u&gt; --- we all know how much of a nightmare this entire pregnancy was and how the hospital was my second home and then all the physical (i.e. back) problems I've had since...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So would I chance my going through more physical pain, etc. and go through it all again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn straight I would - I'm crazy, remember?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, so much to contemplate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what we do....I know I am so grateful and happy for my two girls and my absolutely amazing husband!!! I already feel like my life is complete. Another child, if this were to happen, would just be another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blesssing&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-6467705263147319519?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6467705263147319519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=6467705263147319519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/6467705263147319519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/6467705263147319519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-baby.html' title='Another Baby?'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-1163772773084533652</id><published>2008-05-03T22:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:43:59.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing</title><content type='html'>Today we were out with the girls at the Early Years play centre.  Mark &amp;amp; Danielle were playing in the main room, while I was with Marisa in the smaller one having her "Discovery Time".  It's a program where they learn something...today was the clouds, rain, etc. They ready a book, do a craft, learn &amp;amp; talk, and then have a snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle &lt;em&gt;found&lt;/em&gt; us and went and sat down beside Marisa as they were finishing up their snack.  Marisa immediately gave her one of her two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of my Sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-1163772773084533652?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1163772773084533652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=1163772773084533652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/1163772773084533652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/1163772773084533652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/sharing.html' title='Sharing'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-8501904163876631371</id><published>2008-04-21T21:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:33:12.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Housework</title><content type='html'>Anyone who really knows me knows that my priority in life and my heart are my kids...my two girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's important to give kids a sense of responsibilty. A feeling that they are part of something...being this family. So what better way then to implement responsibilities on a daily basis. This helps and teaches them, while helping Mark and me out....although sometimes there's a bit of 'other work' they end up producing for you (like a water puddle on the floor while doing dishes)...but the end result is well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Kids' Responsibilities&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Feed Fluffy, the cat, every morning and every evening. It's like clockwork...total routine....they are an amazing team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Help me vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Help clear and set the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Cleaning up after themselves, both food and toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Giving mommy lots of hugs &amp;amp; kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight Marisa told me she wanted to do the dishes. So she did just that. I washed and she rinsed and put it on the dish rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-8501904163876631371?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8501904163876631371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=8501904163876631371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/8501904163876631371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/8501904163876631371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/housework.html' title='Housework'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-4258048227013295464</id><published>2008-03-30T01:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T14:12:30.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Princess' Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>Today was Marisa and Danielle's birthday party at an indoor playground. There were a total of 11 kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so great seeing the girls playing wih their family &amp;amp; friends. Marisa with her best bud Emily - did I mention that these two are attached at the hip and drive us moms crazy wanting to see each other &lt;em&gt;every day&lt;/em&gt;?!! Danielle with her yummy Cheesies that she was inhaling (haven't given them to her in quite awhile - guess she missed them just a bit). I loved how all the kids interacted and just had an absolute ball. Kids are amazing...how simple things are for them and how easily they make friends and just have fun. If we paid attention and took some time, we could really learn so much from kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Danielle did fairly well with her shyness/fear. It helped that Emily &amp;amp; her parents came over afterwards. My good friend also came for the party and for the night - Marisa says she's &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got this cool cupcake cake with Princesses on them. Of course they would have been just as happy with Dora or Diego. Thanks for the cake info Monica &amp;amp; Maya....we missed you so much at the party!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great seeing some family and friends you don't get to see often. Funny how most of the attendees were our townhouse complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked out perfectly from beginning to end. Even despite the last minute guest calling the night before saying they were coming (which is really great but now we need to get two more loot bags in the morning). And let's not forget the person who now two years in a row says she'll come and doesn't call nor even acknowledge the event afterwards. I know who I won't be sending an invite to next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great day indeed....busy and tiring, but nonetheless a success. Happy Birthday Party my Princesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-4258048227013295464?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4258048227013295464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=4258048227013295464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/4258048227013295464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/4258048227013295464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-princess-birthday-party.html' title='My Princess&apos; Birthday Party'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-2229357177157525772</id><published>2008-03-22T23:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:06:59.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Success Indeed</title><content type='html'>As I write this my beautiful girls are sleeping in Marisa's 'new' room together. Even Fluffy the cat is sleeping with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and I have been on a mission - to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;completly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;declutter&lt;/span&gt; and organize our house. Toys have invaded and are trying to take us out. We must not allow this and are fighting back. Today Mark spent hours on the road picking up furniture while I cleared out Marisa's room with the girls there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mission began last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Accomplished:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- last weekend worked on tricking some toys into the basement and even got rid of a huge box full. also prepared the basement for the new arrivals.&lt;br /&gt;-- Friday - moved the bookcase out of Marisa's room and into top floor foyer. Organized the bins that get to stay up on the main floor into the closet on the same floor - this is in preparation for big black cabinet being banned downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;-- Today -got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bedframe&lt;/span&gt; for Marisa's room so she isn't sleeping on a mattress on the floor (thanks for your help Mike). DONE with advantages...got a bunk bed and the whole room looks different now - looks like a big girl room...even got a new dresser with mirror. Worked on her room all day. Worth the pay off. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Freecycle&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;-- Tomorrow - finish off the foyer and Marisa's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Next Weekend&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle &amp;amp; Marisa's birthday party. Still plan to use Sunday for working on the living room. We want one again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels great to feel accomplished! And this is just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-2229357177157525772?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2229357177157525772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=2229357177157525772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2229357177157525772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2229357177157525772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/success-indeed.html' title='Success Indeed'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-7713032017437469991</id><published>2008-03-20T00:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:42:41.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Marisa</title><content type='html'>Marisa: Mommy, is anyone coming over today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: No honey (feeling she's disappointed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marisa: (all happy) Good, because today I want to play with my sister".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Awwwwwww (I melted.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-7713032017437469991?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7713032017437469991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=7713032017437469991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/7713032017437469991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/7713032017437469991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/sweet-marisa.html' title='Sweet Marisa'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-124496590644378849</id><published>2008-03-03T14:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:48:55.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting</title><content type='html'>Every single person who has a child knows that parenting is the hardest job you can ever have in life.  Top it all off with the fact that we learn as we go...it's all trial and error.  Sure, we can read, take parenting classes, etc., but when it comes down to it,  there is nothing that can truly prepare us for the most important job we can have. Then you have other parents that make things even harder for your kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this morning for example when I took Danielle to the library.  There are a whole bunch of soft type chairs (i.e. Dora, Diego, Princess, Spiderman, etc.).  So Danielle is playing with the Diego one and along comes this boy (2 1/2) and just grabs it and takes it away from her. Since his mom was there one would think that she'll do what most normal parents would do - have him give it back.  Danielle got a little upset and came to me. So I said to my little Angel, "Yes honey, I know you were playing with that" to show her empathy and she quickly moved on.  This boys mom then takes about 5 minutes to have the boy return the chair to Danielle. Hellooooooooo? Are you kidding me? Of course at this point she was into something else.  Regardless, we said thank you and continued our business.  A few minutes later Danielle went and got the chair again since this boy was now sitting on the Spiderman one.  Yep, of course this boy then prances over and takes it yet again.   Thankfully Danielle just moved on and didn't seem to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, she got touchy when I was showing empathy to Danielle again so a brief exchange between this so-called mom and I then followed.  She had the nerve to say that he did give it back and got all defensive about how she's not a bad mother (Okay lady, you said it - not me).  I just had to laugh when she said, "Well, I &lt;u&gt;tried&lt;/u&gt; to tell him". Are you kidding me? Holy crap lady, we all know who runs that household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was quite embrassed when her boy then grabbed the Spiderman chair away from another little boy.  Let's just say that she picked up and left fairly quickly after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am by far not a perfect parent and make my share of mistakes. I completely understand that at the age this boy and Danielle are, that 'sharing' is something they are just incapable of really understanding mentally. Regardless, one would think that it is our job to teach them now...not get upset with them when they have trouble with the concept, but to keep teaching them this important life skill nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one am very proud of my Danielle for handling the whole thing like the champ that she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-124496590644378849?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/124496590644378849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=124496590644378849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/124496590644378849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/124496590644378849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/parenting.html' title='Parenting'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-4347114777595315341</id><published>2008-02-08T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T00:09:35.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Moment</title><content type='html'>I am one of those moms that have said that being a mom is a thankless job - and on this blog. After all, you do not get paid for it, or receive praise, or even get lunch breaks for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when you continue to have the kind of moments that I had today, it makes you feel like you really are doing a great job as a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Danielle and I pick up Marisa from school, I always give them playtime at the school. With all the snow that we have had, there are tons of hills and 'slides' that the kids love to play and slide on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Marisa and another boy are playing. As soon as Marisa sees Danielle climbing up, she says, "I am going to go help my sister". She does this without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Marisa is helping Danielle go down the snow slide. Another girl Marisa's age is there and was not paying attention to Danielle. Without a second thought she tells this girl, "Don't push my sister. Be careful".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of my Marisa. She is so loving, affectionate and protective of her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I take it back - being a mom is far from a thankless job. There is absolutely nothing I could do in life that could make me feel happier. And there is no amount of money in the world that could replace watching the love and bond my two girls share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-4347114777595315341?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4347114777595315341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=4347114777595315341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/4347114777595315341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/4347114777595315341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/02/proud-moment.html' title='Proud Moment'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-6027485066421601112</id><published>2008-02-08T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T23:38:08.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Danielle, the Gymnist</title><content type='html'>So tonight after brushing Danielle's teeth, she goes straight into her room. In the few seconds that I take to get the washcloth ready to wash her face, I walk into her room and find her ALREADY in her crib laying there ready to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I was blown away.  Not because our Angel no longer wants us to read and sing her songs - her nighttime routine (she's been pushing to go into her crib sooner so we have obviously been complying), but I could not believe that not only did she climb into her crib, but she did it so quickly.  Danielle was quite proud of herself. And boy oh boy, she was so cute about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and I are preparing for her toddler bed, because if she can climb in, she'll soon be climbing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's our amazing gymnist!!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-6027485066421601112?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6027485066421601112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=6027485066421601112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/6027485066421601112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/6027485066421601112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/02/danielle-gymnist.html' title='Danielle, the Gymnist'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-9070854774222312379</id><published>2008-02-05T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T14:50:00.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marisa at the Dentist</title><content type='html'>Today was Marisa's dentist appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say she cried a bit when they were preparing to take x-rays....and to be honest, I can't blame her.  I mean seriously, at her age all these machines coming towards her can be pretty scary.  Still, she got over that like the champ she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully not a single cavity.  The dentist was very impressed with how clean her teeth were.  There were two of them that did parts of the examination and they both told me to keep doing what I'm doing because her teeth are in amazing condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go do my happy dance now.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-9070854774222312379?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9070854774222312379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=9070854774222312379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/9070854774222312379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/9070854774222312379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/02/marisa-at-dentist.html' title='Marisa at the Dentist'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-7675971719263328011</id><published>2008-01-27T00:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:16:50.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Classes?</title><content type='html'>So I've been searching for something I want of my own and have come up with cooking classes. Yes, cooking classes. Okay, so anybody who knows me knows I never said I was 'normal'...and who wants to be anyway 'cause that's a far boring way to live life in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me telling Mark:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Sweetie, I think I need to take some cooking classes. (me thinking we always eat the same old things day in and day out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Hon, you already know how to cook. I love your food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Yeah, but I want something for me (in other words I need a hobby - a life) and something different (feeling like meals are boring and predictable and I won't have any of that!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does he do? He goes and gets a continuing education booklet for me and tells me to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I have a great husband! I'll let you all know how the cooking classes go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-7675971719263328011?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7675971719263328011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=7675971719263328011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/7675971719263328011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/7675971719263328011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/cooking-classes.html' title='Cooking Classes?'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-8654042137565222313</id><published>2008-01-26T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T01:03:14.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Each Other</title><content type='html'>This afternoon, Marisa went over to her good friends house and didn't come home until close to bedtime. Wow, did Danielle ever feel lost and look lonely without her sister. And these two sisters had a ball of fun when Marisa did get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my sweet girls for showing me pure and simple love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-8654042137565222313?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8654042137565222313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=8654042137565222313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/8654042137565222313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/8654042137565222313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/missing-each-other.html' title='Missing Each Other'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-632489612431607544</id><published>2008-01-15T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T21:33:05.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye Bottle</title><content type='html'>So a few days ago Danielle decided she liked food more and gave up her bottle. Don't get me wrong, she has always been a good eater. Heck, she even eats my spicy indian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Little Independance no longer wants to have anything to do with her bottle. I try to have her drink it out of a cup, sippy cup, etc. but she only drinks a few sips here and there.  She eats anything and everything and loves juice and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, I remember Marisa had her bottle until she was like 3 1/2.  This one was no work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see when SHE decides to give up her pacifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-632489612431607544?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/632489612431607544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=632489612431607544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/632489612431607544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/632489612431607544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/bye-bye-bottle.html' title='Bye bye Bottle'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-7006531042386268118</id><published>2007-12-29T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T01:42:16.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Danielle Made her 1st Friend</title><content type='html'>Okay so our 20-month old little Monkey Angel (as I like to call her) does have friends....but they're all older. She's never around kids her own age...it's usually 3-4 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight we had a nice evening and went to our good friends' house. They have two girls of their own (both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coincidentally&lt;/span&gt; 5-months older than Danielle and Marisa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Marisa and the older girl have played together since they were babies. They really seem to have a special friendship...which is awesome! Tonight Marisa was crying because she didn't want to leave (and was absolutely exhausted since it was past 10pm) so her buddy was hugging her. It was the cutest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Danielle made a buddy. These two sweet toddlers played fairly well together. They even kissed, hugged and snuggled underneath a blanket together. Oh, and this sweetie kept putting Danielle's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pacifier&lt;/span&gt; in her mouth for her. It too was the cutest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On days like this, I really feel good about my job as a mother. I am teaching my children how to maintain friendships...keeping their relationships steady - while keeping ours the same!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: I also must admit how nice it is to be around not only your good friends, but people you share your "parenting style" with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-7006531042386268118?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7006531042386268118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=7006531042386268118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/7006531042386268118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/7006531042386268118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/12/danielle-mader-her-1st-friend.html' title='Danielle Made her 1st Friend'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-6222731311673514630</id><published>2007-12-27T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:30:15.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting</title><content type='html'>Okay, so here it is almost 2008. Wow.  I'm going to be well...never mind how old. It's really just a number anyway, isn't it?!  It is if you want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking so much about all the amazing people that I have had an opportunity to share parts of my life with.  It makes me sad sometimes as I miss the good tiimes, but it certainly doesn't take away from the experiences and happy times we've shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much anger out there, so much resentment and so much negativity.  It is so easy to get caught up in it too.  Well, how does make that you feel? I know how it makes me feel, and I don't want that for even a single second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short. I rather be living it ...REALLY LIVING IT!  So what hold us back?  I think ourselves.  Maybe even a fear for success....cause that's a whole new world right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's so easy to sabotage happiness.  We are so &lt;em&gt;stuck&lt;/em&gt; doing things we think we have to, or things we need to, or whatever. Often we forget what really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what really matters in life?  I guess the answer depends on who you ask.  Since this is my blog, I'll answer it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there is nothing more important in this world as PEOPLE...that means your spouse, children, parents, siblings, other family and of course friends -- even strangers.  At the end of my lifetime, nothing I own - house, car, etc. matters. It is important to me that I make a difference in people's lives and that I show that I care and appreciate the people that matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you everyone for bringing into my life something positive.  R regardless of whether you are still a constant in my life, I still take something with me which allows and helps me to grow.  Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone.  All the best to one amazing and unforgettable 2008!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-6222731311673514630?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6222731311673514630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=6222731311673514630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/6222731311673514630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/6222731311673514630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/12/reflecting.html' title='Reflecting'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-5996491399464712662</id><published>2007-12-27T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T19:09:00.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Marisa &amp; Danielle</title><content type='html'>Everyone who has a kid or kids understands when I say that parenting is a 24-hour job. A job that never ends. It is the most unselfish job you will ever have in your life.  It is the most challenging and thankless of jobs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is also the most rewarding job you could ever have.  What better way to live then to be with children, especially your own.  A child helps you see the small things that we often take for granted.  A child helps you to relive your childhood over again, this time on YOUR terms.  A child helps you grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Marisa &amp;amp; Danielle for everything you give me. You fill my life with such joy and sunshine, you are both true Angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy loves you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;always &amp;amp; forever&lt;/em&gt;!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-5996491399464712662?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5996491399464712662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=5996491399464712662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/5996491399464712662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/5996491399464712662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/12/thank-you-marisa-danielle.html' title='Thank you Marisa &amp; Danielle'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-8389409666298194405</id><published>2007-12-26T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:24:51.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sad</title><content type='html'>So mother-in-law decided NOT to spend the holidays with us. And father-in-law was really sick. I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;empathize&lt;/span&gt; with him as I've suffered as he is first hand and while pregnant with Danielle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, wow. What kind of mother tells her son that "you can have lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wives&lt;/span&gt; but only one mother"....and how can you blame your child for your health problems? How can you put so much guilt and shame on your child? And why, because he had the nerve to 'leave' her and not only get married but have kids too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Mark. He is so loving and we want his parents in our lives, especially in the kids. But he's so frustrated. He's tried bending over backwards and she never seems to be happy with him. For 5 years he picked her up and dropped her off every time we'd have them over. He got tired of it as she would cause some kind of fuss often, especially around Christmas. He tries to talk to his mom but she never hears him and just blames us, usually him for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's given up. I wish I could make it better, but I'm busy ensuring my kids don't suffer while Mark deals with his 'potatoes' or 'baggage'...whatever you want to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so sad when you don't appreciate who and what you have in your life. You never know how long you have in this world. I know I don't want to live my life without my kids and their families one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there that matters in the world, anyway? What could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;possibly&lt;/span&gt; be more important than family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-8389409666298194405?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8389409666298194405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=8389409666298194405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/8389409666298194405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/8389409666298194405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-sad.html' title='So Sad'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-7080372743004537023</id><published>2007-12-25T00:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T03:09:01.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Blessings</title><content type='html'>Today's post from me to my baby groups:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm pretty lucky. My girls barely have conflict. Marisa is more like a mother to Danielle. Of course they still have their moments but those are so rare and typically tiny when they take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday Daddy was making pancakes with Marisa and Danielle. Marisa was all excited wanting to do everything. Danielle is curious too of course. She ended up touching the frying pan and has a small burn on one of her little baby fingers. It's blistering up today. :-( She cried so bad. Yes I put stuff on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel so blessed because the first thing Marisa did was jump in to help her. She is always protecting her from everything. It's absolutely the best gift I could ever have."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note did I mention that the in-laws (Mark's parents) cancelled and are not coming for Christmas.  Every year mother-in-law makes some sort of fuss. Father-in-law is not happy and sick right now. Can't say I blame the guy. I was stressed about it knowing Marisa will be sad. Hey, instead of stressing, I'm going to make sure she has an extra special day, end of story!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Everyone. Be thankful for the good things in your life, like your kids!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-7080372743004537023?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7080372743004537023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=7080372743004537023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/7080372743004537023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/7080372743004537023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-blessings.html' title='Christmas Blessings'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-8044254261657125797</id><published>2007-12-10T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:27:10.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girls</title><content type='html'>I am so in love with my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marisa&lt;/strong&gt; is going to be 5-years old in March. What happened to my little baby Sunshine?? She's such a big girl now. Marisa is so amazing...and sure, I'm sure most moms, if not all, say that. Marisa's greatest gift is her ability to truly love and nurture (especially her sister). Today I realized that I am often so &lt;em&gt;busy&lt;/em&gt; doing other things that I don't really listen to her as much as I should. I'm not kicking myself for doing this but concentrating on the fact that I realized this NOW, not when she's 16 and out-of-control. So learning this, I think I did a really good job of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rectifying&lt;/span&gt; it by really listening today. I must say that Marisa really opened up to me and talked to me today. Not about anything earth shattering, but the fact that the lines of communication are open now, my goal is to KEEP IT THAT WAY! &lt;u&gt;Lesson:&lt;/u&gt; If kids don't feel heard, they won't listen and talk to you. And why should they, I as an adult certainly wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danielle&lt;/strong&gt; is going to be 2-years old in April. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gee&lt;/span&gt;, they really do grow like weeds. My little sweet Angel is growing up too and is really talking up a storm now. She is saying so many words now. Her communication, with words and without, is astonishing. It is a rare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt; that I don't know what she is trying to tell me. She is such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gymnast&lt;/span&gt;, so happy, always laughing, so affectionate, so much fun and a true spirit. Danielle definitely has a mind of her own and she uses it. I think this is her greatest gift and it will take her far in life. So because Danielle has such a strong personality, and we all know her mom does too, it can be like butting heads. I have to admit that I give into her a lot more than I ever did with Marisa. Different kid, different personality - one is night, one is day! However, after her worst fall yet yesterday (and she's had many being such a busy girl and all), gave me a wake up call. Some battles are worth ME winning, regardless of her reaction to them (cry, tantrum, whatever). She fell yesterday and hit her head so damn hard. And it could have been totally avoided. I've learned to pick my battles with her, but I need to make sure to pick the ones that could get her hurt or worse. &lt;u&gt;Lesson:&lt;/u&gt; As hard as it to see your little one melting down, when it comes to her safety, never give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed for my two amazing gifts from Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-8044254261657125797?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8044254261657125797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=8044254261657125797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/8044254261657125797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/8044254261657125797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-girls.html' title='My Girls'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-3383232894352640510</id><published>2007-11-01T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:42:37.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Secret" Experiment Continued</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I haven't been very consistent with this experiment.  Isn't it sad how we make time for so much crap in our lives, and yet we don't take enough time to do things that may have positive results.  What kind of bullshit is that all about anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Read my "Things that I am Grateful for Everyday"  every single night.  Maybe even add to it, heck why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Write in a journal specifically for this "5 Things that Made me Happy Today" as I'm in my comfy bed just before lying down and going off to sleepyland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does all this mean? It means I won't be sharing these exciting parts of my life with you anymore.  ;-)  However, I will certainly share any new things I learn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I must add this.  Life is short. Every single day that goes by is gone and we don't get to relive it again.  Let's make it count.  Tell the ones that you love how much you appreciate them and what they mean to you. You don't know how long they....or you....will be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of my family and friends that are reading this...thank you for being a part of our lives. I love and appreciate each and every one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-3383232894352640510?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3383232894352640510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=3383232894352640510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/3383232894352640510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/3383232894352640510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/secret-experiment-continued.html' title='&quot;The Secret&quot; Experiment Continued'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-1669680438725351736</id><published>2007-10-31T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T23:59:12.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jorgensen Family Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Fluffy&lt;/u&gt;, the cat is going through some stress lately.  I think having another cat here really affected her (we were boarding a cat for a month).  She seems to have less patience with Danielle. Danielle loves her so much and gets so excited when she sees her. She never hurts Fluffy...just scares her when she kind of jumps with excitement or has her hands waving around.  She gives Fluffy so much love, as does Marisa. Sweet Marisa wanted to hold Fluffy the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Danielle&lt;/u&gt;, my sweet Angel, is truly an amazing toddler, full of energy, love, affection, curiosity, and boy oh boy, she's feisty.  She has such cute little tantrums. I say they're cute cause she acts like the world is ending...throws her arms up in the air, makes the whole MAD face, and often sits on her cute little behind on the floor. Of course as soon as she starts, I ignore her and typically that's where it ends. 9 out of 10 times they last under 5 seconds. Then there are some days I use a little trick I learnt and as she sits down, she stops and is happy mummy understands her needs.   All they want is empathy and to know we understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle is taking gymnastics every Tuesday morning. She absolutely loves it. In fact, Marisa often makes a little 'gym' for her in our living room. Yes, we let them (gotta really pick my battles with Danielle). Danielle is very head strong and smart. She communicates so well and lets you know what she wants. She says quite a bit and the odd time has said, "ME".  Just great, eh?!  I guess having a sister and the other 3 kids around can be hard on her. I mean it has to be...poor thing actually does quite well sharing for her age (like she has a choice?).  It's so unfair for her!  Welcome to the world AngelGirl.  The thing is, I don't worry about this one. She is so strong and tough...she really is absolutely unique and special.  Danielle's favourite things are: Mommy, Marisa, Daddy, FLUFFY, books, being outside, drawing, jumping, loves baths and water in general, running, hugging and cuddling. Danielle is very affectionate and loves to give you High Fives.  Oh, did I mention that she likes to hit you?   But she'll stand up for you too...she's loyal.  She gets upset with me if I get mad at Marisa.  And WOW, she shares so well with her sister.  Did I mention how she loves to follow Marisa around and copy her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Marisa&lt;/u&gt;, my Sunshine is amazing. She is loving school, is in gymnastics as well (although I think she'll go back to ballet), and I gotta get her into Martial Arts.  Marisa goes to weekly drawing classes...she really seems to have a special talent so we thought we'd let her explore it. She seems to be quite popular in school with her friends, which is nice...but scary at the same time.  Marisa is such an amazing sister. She loves Danielle so much and really looks out for her and defends her, even to us, and she is very affectionate towards her. Damn it, it's 2 to 2...if I have another kid then we'll be outnumbered.  She really has close bonds with people and doesn't forget them. She is so considerate, thoughtful, loving, funny, happy and full of life. She loves to read, draw, play outside, pretend play, board games and truly has an amazing imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mark&lt;/u&gt;, is doing well. He's spending a lot of time trying to beat the 'rat race'...you know, the whole working your life away and never truly get ahead. You know what? I believe he'll succeed. Which is great for us! :-)   He is still working in computers/I.T. but is tired of it.  He has got some other 'projects' he is currently working on, but if I said anymore then he'd kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me&lt;/u&gt;,  I'm happy and well.  I can't believe I am 37 years old. I feel like I've been going through a mid-life crisis the past couple of years...either that or I've just finally gone crazy. At the same time, I feel like I'm coming out of it.  I feel like I'm finally dealing with those 'potatoes' that have been weighing me down (for more on potatoes see &lt;a href="http://dal-proud-mom.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://dal-proud-mom.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;). I feel like I am finally committed to my husband the way I should be. I already know that my kids are my entire world.  Although, I know that I don't do enough for myself. I am trying to give myself more breaks. It can be hard being at home all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed my night out with Marisa's best friend's mom (from preschool) a couple weeks ago.  I love this woman. She's moving back home, to a different country. Her husband is already there. They've got 2 kids, Marisa's age and one boy who's almost 2.  This is something they've both wanted to do but of course had second thoughts as she wondered if it's the best move now since there are their two kids.  Talking to her the other night really helped me realize that everything I'm feeling is so normal.  It's amazing how easy it is to give advice and yet taking it yourself can be so difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess it's more of a mom-life crisis.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I need something more than my kids to focus on though, something challenging. Every single thing I do is about THEM.  I don't know who ME is anymore.  It's time I do something about it! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, people come and go. You do the best you can and hope people don't take advantage or hurt you in anyway. But you can't control anyone but yourself and how you choose to deal with what happens is up to you.  Well, from now on, remind me that I said this by the way, I promise to not waste anymore time on people who are out for themselves.  Any negativity, take it some place else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I'm going to really appreciate what I have and also do a bit more for myself (Did I mention I'm going to Vegas in February 2008?).  My kids come first and after that my next project is, 'beating the rat race'....and I always get what I want so I will succeed!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you don't believe, how can it happen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly blessed with my Marisa &amp;amp; Danielle. Danielle can certainly be tiring and gives me a few heart attacks every day as she has no fear of ANYTHING.  Actually, lately she's been going through major stranger anxiety and hangs onto my legs for dear life. Oh yeah, and she loves to take things apart....and sometimes these things break (Note to me: no more buying cheap things). I have the most important responsibility in the world. I shape my kids and teach them how to survive in this world. All I want for them is happiness. I am determined not to make the same mistakes my parents made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When my kids are happy, smiling and laughing, that is true music to my ears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I am going to write a book, but it'll be about my kids and probably just to my kids. It's funny cause I can't seem to get away from them...maybe I really don't want to. I mean, they're my &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't care what they do in life, as long as they are happy, then I know my job in this world has been a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Funny Story.&lt;/u&gt;  At nights, Marisa wants me to stay and is so touchy and lovey dovey with me...which is rare. She is a very loving child, but will be affectionate on her terms and when SHE wants to.  So she tells me she doesn't want me to go. I tell her that one day she's going to yell at me to get out and leave her alone. You should have seen her face...she was horrified. I just told her to wait...and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to have a sense-of-humour with my girls. We laugh and have fun all day....okay, most of the day and most of the time.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-1669680438725351736?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1669680438725351736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=1669680438725351736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/1669680438725351736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/1669680438725351736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/jorgensen-family-update.html' title='A Jorgensen Family Update'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-3162846537900800077</id><published>2007-10-25T01:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:20:01.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Secret" Experiment -- Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;5 Things that made me happy today:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Rescheduling an appointment that I needed to go to today because my Danielle is sick and really wanted and needed mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Really enjoyed going to the playground with my 2 girls and the 2 sweet girls I watch after school...and just enjoying the moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Taking my Marisa to gymnastics, then tucking her in and talking and cuddling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  E-mailing a friend at work just to see how her day was going because she had a rough one yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  Having a really nice day with my mom, who I picked up today with Danielle after we took Marisa to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)  Reconnecting with a really good guy and a really good friend from Junior High School after 8 years of losing touch.  Thank you Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Conclusion So Far:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I missed two days.  Interesting thing is that those two days I did not feel as happy and slept like total crap.   Is there a connection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-3162846537900800077?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3162846537900800077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=3162846537900800077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/3162846537900800077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/3162846537900800077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/secret-experiment-day-5.html' title='&quot;The Secret&quot; Experiment -- Day 5'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-8351659433975809418</id><published>2007-10-22T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:24:22.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Secret" Experiment -- Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;5 Things that made me happy today:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) That my dear sweet husband surprised me and took the girls shoe shopping (for Danielle) and let me sleep in, even though we BOTH went to bed at 3am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) And then, he reminds me of the pedicure that he has surprised me with for my Birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Oh yes, and the pedicure itself was heaven. My feet are all pretty and relaxed now.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Surprising Mark with a Timmys Coffee and timbits for the girls (Marisa is an addict).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Just hanging out and talking outside with Mark while the girls got all dirty outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Going for a family walk after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Something really special that Mark did....thanks honey...I love you so much. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Conclusion So Far:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good thinking of the things that made you happy during the day.  That's all I got so far. See you next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-8351659433975809418?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8351659433975809418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=8351659433975809418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/8351659433975809418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/8351659433975809418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/secret-experiment-day-2.html' title='&quot;The Secret&quot; Experiment -- Day 2'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-7236364872873904814</id><published>2007-10-21T01:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:30:51.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Secret" Experiment</title><content type='html'>I have read "The Secret". I loved it and think it's an awesome book. I believe. So if I believe, I have to do it right? So if I want to do this then I need a plan. So, my plan starts here. I am going to do this everyday.  Anyone else? Try it.  What do you have to lose?  Keep it to yourself if you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I am Grateful for &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My Kids&lt;br /&gt;2) My Health&lt;br /&gt;3) My Husband&lt;br /&gt;4) Family&lt;br /&gt;5) My Friends&lt;br /&gt;6) My Home&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1 --- 5 Things that made me happy today:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) After waking up seeing Marisa &amp;amp; Danielle was nice. It's always exciting seeing them when they've already been up with daddy.  I feel like I have "come home to them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Seeing my friend and spending time with her at dinner, giving her a Birthday dinner cause it was her Birthday before mine and even though it was mine yesterday, I said it was her turn first!  That made me feel good. She's a good person and friend and I don't appreciate her enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Bringing home Pizza for Mark and my mom tonight because I tried it before and just knew they'd love it....they did.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Spending a few minutes playing with Marisa. I know I don't do that enough. I really enjoyed it.  I think I'll make it a Saturday ritual. Don't let me forget hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Taking my mom home tonight. I know she comes and goes on her own all the time. I like to give her a break once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The way Danielle clings to me when she sees a new person (my friend). It makes me feel like I'm doing a good job as a mom since I make her feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Conclusion So Far:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice I wrote six things, not five like I instructed myself.  It was hard for me to stop, I kept thinking of good things that happen throughout the day. So this is great so far. I have to do it everyday. Think happy, and only happy things will keep happening to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-7236364872873904814?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7236364872873904814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=7236364872873904814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/7236364872873904814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/7236364872873904814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/secret-experiment.html' title='&quot;The Secret&quot; Experiment'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-8204686596226750709</id><published>2007-10-21T01:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T01:09:11.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters Love</title><content type='html'>I am so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm doing something right in this life of being a mom.  You know, the endless frustrations and daily challenges of dealing with a toddler and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school, and both girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Mark and I went for a walk with the girls.  We went to my 2-daycare kids' place to do a DVD exchange.  Marisa went inside and played a bit with the girls.  Marisa came out when we were about to leave, and Danielle was so excited to see her sister she started to jump up and down and just threw her arms around her. And WOW, what a long sweet and loving hug.  And Marisa was so loving back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a regular job, you get paid, you get the odd praise, you get raises, you get breaks, you get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;evaluation&lt;/span&gt; reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moms .... they get joy of accomplishment when something like this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what I'm really proud to say is that, this event happens often.  Marisa and Danielle truly are BEST FRIENDS.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-8204686596226750709?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8204686596226750709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=8204686596226750709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/8204686596226750709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/8204686596226750709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/sisters-love.html' title='Sisters Love'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-5626463524384902766</id><published>2007-10-17T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T23:48:14.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet</title><content type='html'>We have a baby tv monitor for our Danielle.  Tonight I decided to watch Danielle as she fell asleep on it after we did our nightly routine.  It was truly the best tv, I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so lucky and so in love with my girls!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-5626463524384902766?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5626463524384902766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=5626463524384902766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/5626463524384902766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/5626463524384902766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/sweet.html' title='Sweet'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-6740511636555676507</id><published>2007-10-15T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T23:02:42.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Danielle's 18-month Appointment</title><content type='html'>We took Danielle to the doctor's last Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle is so amazing. She was smiling, being so friendly AND even listening to her doctor and the others the whole time during the examination, checking weight, height and her head.  Our Angel enjoyed walking around the office and made friends and people smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course she also got 2 needles in the leg which didn't go over too well. It's not so much that she cried - she was just pissed off!  Wonder where she got that temper from??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight:  22.3 pounds  / 10.15 kg&lt;br /&gt;Height:     2.6 feet/ 80 cm / 31.5 inches&lt;br /&gt;Head:      46.5 cm / 18.3 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-6740511636555676507?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6740511636555676507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=6740511636555676507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/6740511636555676507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/6740511636555676507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/danielles-18-month-appointment.html' title='Danielle&apos;s 18-month Appointment'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-6772983226571431480</id><published>2007-10-03T22:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:10:20.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A note to a friend...</title><content type='html'>A note I sent today to a good friend of mine who has a sweet 3-year old, Emily:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know how much our Emily &amp;amp; Marisa love each other? Today, they held hands the WHOLE way home from school.  Caroline and I were "ahhh, so cute".  Those two are in love. And, as you know all too well, they MUST ALWAYS hug before they part. And Emily gives her one of her sweet kisses and then Marisa gives her one back.  What trouble are we in for with these two when they're 16 and 17 year olds???? OH OH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-6772983226571431480?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6772983226571431480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=6772983226571431480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/6772983226571431480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/6772983226571431480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/note-to-friend.html' title='A note to a friend...'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-2703634817356145895</id><published>2007-10-03T11:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T11:56:11.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is...</title><content type='html'>....watching your two beautiful girls playing hide and seek around the kitchen.  Hearing their laughter and seeing their smiles is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;indescribable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True joy is what I am blessed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-2703634817356145895?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2703634817356145895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=2703634817356145895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2703634817356145895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2703634817356145895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness is...'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-6198380259852240102</id><published>2007-09-27T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T00:17:04.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Brag about Marisa's School Open House &amp; Social</title><content type='html'>Tonight was my big girl, Marisa's, school open house where we get to meet with her teachers, see her classroom, meet some friends and their parents, enjoy a bookfair where we get the option to spend money, and buy some snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and I have always been proud of Marisa since her pre-school. Her pre-school teachers used to tell us over a year ago how far advanced she was.  I must say it was nice to hear.  What was even nicer is when you here how well-behaved your child is and how well she listens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tonight we heard more of the same. Of course at drop-offs/pick-ups you sometimes have an opportuinity to speak to the JK teacher.  So speaking to the teacher tonight probably wasn't a necessity.  But who doesn't want to hear great things about their kids?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marisa's teacher told us that she is absolutely amazed at Marisa's fine motor skills.  She told us to take a close look at her drawings on the wall and then to look at the others, including the SK kids...they don't compare.  Her details on her drawings are superior to her age.  She often emphases on this, as have others, so Marisa will be starting Drawing Classes once a week starting this Tuesday.  Why not explore any hidden talents, right?! She added how well Marisa can write her name and how well she recognizes it and other letters.  Again, she mentioned how many senior kindergarten kids are unable to write their name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also met the Music and Gym teacher.  Both lovely ladies with lots more positive feedback about Marisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marisa is happy and loves school. Marisa’s closest friends are: Maryum, Sydney and Jasper (all SK), all whom we got to meet with tonight.  The teachers said that Marisa is shy and a bit quiet when needing to speak or do something out loud but does it regardless.  I wonder how long it'll be before they tell her to stop talking!  I remember at pre-school how quickly and how much she came out of her shell.  Ha!  Good luck to them! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re proud of our Sunshine. She really has grown up this past summer!  It now shows!   Thanks for listening (and reading) mom's brag!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-6198380259852240102?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6198380259852240102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=6198380259852240102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/6198380259852240102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/6198380259852240102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/09/moms-brag-about-marisas-school-open.html' title='Mom&apos;s Brag about Marisa&apos;s School Open House &amp; Social'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-2049951740246618362</id><published>2007-09-26T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:53:59.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Funny, by Marisa</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was tucking Marisa into bed and she really wanted dessert (I do not allow it every night as I do not want her to begin expecting it). So we have chocolate pudding in the fridge.  Even though I already said no, she doesn't take no for an answer. Most times I'm glad about this(she tries to negotiate and this is an excellent skill to have) but at times UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so she says, &lt;em&gt;"Mommy, if you love me then you'd give me Chocolate Pudding"&lt;/em&gt;. I laughed, asked Mark if he heard that (and he did) and say, "Sunshine, I love you very much...but you're still not getting any".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart and sneaky little bugger of mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-2049951740246618362?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2049951740246618362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=2049951740246618362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2049951740246618362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2049951740246618362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/09/funny-by-marisa.html' title='A Funny, by Marisa'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-1118157026132372685</id><published>2007-09-25T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T01:31:10.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"This is my sister......Danielle"</title><content type='html'>Every day we have the same morning routine.  Danielle wakes up at about 7am. Chelsea's mom drops her off at 7:30am (Marisa's cribmate).  Marisa usually wakes up at some point 7-7:30am.  Me, ugh, is it time to wake up already  &lt;em&gt;("&lt;yawn&gt; I hate mornings. I knew I should have gone to bed before 2am.")&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then do the usual for the next hour: bathroom, dressed, breakfast for 3, Baby Einstein for Danielle, bottle for Danielle, make sure Marisa's snack and water is packed, get shoes on, get stroller from garage, make sure to drink something too, of course if Mark's there and not away on business he's a BIG help.  We leave at 8:35 to take Marisa to school for 8:45. Walk back half way and wait for the school bus to pick up Chelsea.  Next Danielle and I go home (or dad...wherein, at the rare time, I get to sleep in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Marisa is in school I spend some quality time with Danielle. This morning we went grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home, I threw the groceries threw the window, and flew back over with Danielle to pick up Marisa from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Marisa saw Danielle she was so excited, as Danielle always is to see her big sister.  The teacher says Hi to me and tells me what a great day Marisa had at school, how happy Marisa always is and how she's smiling.  Marisa says, "This is my sister".  And of course proudly said "Danielle" when the teacher asked what her little sister's name was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cute when the teacher said, "ohhhh you couldn't tell they'rreee sisters" (ha ha). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a proud mom, who's 4-year old Marisa is a proud big sister.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-1118157026132372685?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1118157026132372685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=1118157026132372685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/1118157026132372685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/1118157026132372685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-my-sisterdanielle.html' title='&quot;This is my sister......Danielle&quot;'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-5922789213247461192</id><published>2007-09-20T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T00:49:24.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Missed You So Much Daddy"</title><content type='html'>Mark had to go away on business for what was supposed to be one-night, but ended up being two. So about three days of no daddy. Of course sweet daddy made sure he spoke to his girls everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the girls and I were at the dinner table just about to start when I heard the door (of course it was daddy). I said to Marisa "guess who's here", and off she went running right into daddy's arms....and sweet Danielle went right behind her....and so did their mom!! We all missed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so sweet watching Marisa in Mark's arms saying "I missed you so much daddy". She said this all evening and only daddy could take her to gymnastics.  It was quite funny watching Marisa telling me that daddy is hers and he should sleep with her, not mommy. I love you kid, but not tonight.  I want my husband beside me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls have a special dad....and I have a special husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SweetiePie &lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-5922789213247461192?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5922789213247461192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=5922789213247461192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/5922789213247461192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/5922789213247461192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-missed-you-so-much-daddy.html' title='&quot;I Missed You So Much Daddy&quot;'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-4685745569428498572</id><published>2007-09-20T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T00:28:25.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Monkey</title><content type='html'>This is what Danielle is...my Angel, who is a monkey. This 17-month old is jumping , climbing and running all day long. Now, that would be just fine, but, when your little "Angel" is jumping off the couch, climbing onto the arm of the couch and jumping on the couch, climbing chairs and anything else that is climbable. And this "Monkey" does not give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Danielle has now been to two gymnastic classes so far. She is hesitant at first for maybe about 5 minutes. Then she's all in, literally....she takes no prisoners and has absolutely NO FEARS. The teacher is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fasinated&lt;/span&gt; with Danielle's personality. On top of that the teacher said that Danielle has the co-ordinations of a 2-year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Angel Monkey is really growing up...she's a toddler now. I plan to enjoy every second of it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-4685745569428498572?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4685745569428498572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=4685745569428498572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/4685745569428498572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/4685745569428498572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/09/angel-monkey.html' title='Angel Monkey'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-3845887074258207485</id><published>2007-09-10T01:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T00:17:45.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Danielle's Talking and Listening So Well- She's really a toddler not a baby....</title><content type='html'>Danielle loves to speak and communicate. Her words are not clear of course, but it is easy to understand now. She still grunts and whines at times, but is farily excellent at communicating. And I must admit that she has become an excellent listener. When I know I'm going to have a problem then I get Marisa to help me and if Danielle has a tantrum, it's usually a 5-10 second cry/grunt/anger type. She doesn't usually cry except when she really gets hurt. She growls when she gets mad like Marisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many words though? I don't really count. She says mama, dada, nana, cat, dog, she loves to growl like a tiger and always does when she sees one or you ask her what a tiger does. She can say so much I could go on. She loves to put her own Baby Einstein DVD's in and start it. She loves to eat but it is only on the run...or I have to put a Baby E on at the table. That doesn't bother me. She's Ms. Little Independance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle has really become her own little person. She just wants to be respected and treated like her own person. It's so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-3845887074258207485?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3845887074258207485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=3845887074258207485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/3845887074258207485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/3845887074258207485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/09/danielles-talking-and-listening-so-well.html' title='Danielle&apos;s Talking and Listening So Well- She&apos;s really a toddler not a baby....'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-6229423888681274451</id><published>2007-09-06T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T23:47:25.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 17months Danielle!</title><content type='html'>We love you AngelGirl.  Happy 17 months baby girl.  Today you took a wipe out onto your head. You are such a climber...and boy oh boy, you climbed into the stroller today.  You are so talented and intent...when you want something, you don't give up. You have such a strong drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was your sister's 1st day of Junior K. this morning.  You came with us (daddy, mommy and Nana) and took Marisa to school this morning.  Mommy wasn't scared for Marisa, but I was sad...okay, so maybe I did hope and pray she'd be okay...find and make friends, ask for what she wants, doesn't cry or isn't scared.....and so on. Mommy even spoke to the teacher and the teacher said that Marisa had a good day at school today. She made friends, played with others, was very polite and listened very well...but, she didn't eat her snack. So you and your sister had it on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting for Marisa, it was so cute, you wanted to go in so badly to play...which you and your sister did for a bit.  It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you both so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-6229423888681274451?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6229423888681274451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=6229423888681274451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/6229423888681274451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/6229423888681274451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-17months-danielle.html' title='Happy 17months Danielle!'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-4399482674391847998</id><published>2007-09-06T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T10:51:36.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts</title><content type='html'>Our Angel just threw her diaper in the garbage because Nana asked her to – all by herself and the lights were off.  And Marisa is in Junior K today, First Day!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s 17 months today!!!!  Our little ‘baby’ is growing up….both of them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-4399482674391847998?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4399482674391847998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=4399482674391847998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/4399482674391847998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/4399482674391847998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/09/firsts.html' title='Firsts'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-1349472013851562064</id><published>2007-08-29T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:11:05.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>Wow...it's incredible how attached my Danielle is to me.  I feel so blessed while at the same time sometimes feel overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle is an absolute joy to be around. My Angel is so much fun. She is full of energy, love and affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this little Angel of mine is a touch possessive of her mommy. God forbid mommy hold or hug another child.  Danielle actually gets upset when she sees me with another baby or child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I am 'allowed' to hold and love Marisa...ha  ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-1349472013851562064?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1349472013851562064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=1349472013851562064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/1349472013851562064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/1349472013851562064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/08/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-4069130718490506600</id><published>2007-08-20T01:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T01:59:50.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Never Enough</title><content type='html'>What is it with kids? Nothing you give and do is ever enough. They always want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But aren't we all like that in life, wanting more? Weather you are 16 months old (Danielle), or whether you're 4 year old Marisa, or even if you're an 'adult'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I went grocery and camp shopping with my close girlfriend. It was great having no kids for 3 hours. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt in a 'generous' mood so I brought Marisa a nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bedsheet&lt;/span&gt; for her bed, I also gave her what I already had, a Dora pillowcase and comforter. (She recently got a new double mattress...still have to buy the frame...hoping for bunk beds.) To continue, she also got from mommy and daddy a "Way to Go" gift - 2 Pet shop animals (cats...sorry couldn't find dogs). This was a reward for achieving an important milestone (potty training at night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what did I buy Danielle? Honestly, not much...what does she really need?! Still, since I was in a 'generous' mood, I bought her a Dora and Boots &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;placemat&lt;/span&gt;...(Marisa has a Diego one). Next store we went I found a cooler one with all the Dora characters and colours....I'm teaching Danielle colours and shapes right now so obviously I just had to buy it. FYI: She knows Purple, yellow, blue. circle. And she can even say purple and circle. She is so smart AND STUBBORN. She can also say Hi, bye, wave bye, blow kisses with her hand, say mama, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dada&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nana&lt;/span&gt;, more, out, yes, jump, climb, run, make messes, and more crazy exhausting &lt;em&gt;things&lt;/em&gt;. She can even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mooo&lt;/span&gt; for a cow, bow for a dog, and imitate the elephant's trunk. Her favourite is to growl like a tiger. Did I mention she doesn't like the word NO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so we were at our friends for dinner tonight, came back and got the kids to bed, and went back for our Big Brother. I come home and find out from my mom that Marisa was &lt;em&gt;complaining&lt;/em&gt; because she saw Danielle's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;placemats&lt;/span&gt; and says, "I like colours too".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;, why can't PEOPLE, adult and child, just be damn happy with what you have and not always want more. How can you teach someone that if you don't enjoy the RIGHT NOW, that you'll never truly be happy????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-4069130718490506600?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4069130718490506600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=4069130718490506600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/4069130718490506600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/4069130718490506600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-never-enough.html' title='It&apos;s Never Enough'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-8818385230790438972</id><published>2007-08-16T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:53:12.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking</title><content type='html'>So Danielle is talking now.  It is so adorable to listen to her communicate with her words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight when daddy came home she was in her highchair eating dinner.  Of course, Marisa went running to daddy. So Marisa did the same. But this time, it was different. She was really excited to see daddy.  And she said "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii".  It was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana is also teaching her, her colours. She says "pa-pal"  for purple.  She knows what yellow and green is too. She growls for a tiger, moos for a cow, bows for a dog....its frigin amazing!!  I wasn't here for all this with Marisa. So this time is so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, maybe I do treat Danielle different. That's why I like to take Marisa away just me and her.  We'll be doing that next month.  She always asks for Danielle to come. It's so sweet.  My Marisa is bossy but such a good listener...(most of the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children R-O-C-K!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-8818385230790438972?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8818385230790438972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=8818385230790438972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/8818385230790438972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/8818385230790438972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/08/talking.html' title='Talking'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-2913819608162992378</id><published>2007-08-16T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:48:35.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been having a lot of kids here to help out their moms.  They are a 8-year old and 7-year old sisters. Marisa loves them. She is no longer interested in playing with Danielle.  My poor Angel. It's already started. Danielle wants to play with her sister and 'her' friends.  The battle lines have been drawn.  Then when Marisa doesn't have any of her friends around, she wants mommy, mommy, mommy.  Of course, who wouldn't.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe she'll be going camping next Thursday until Sunday evening.  Ugh. I'm going to miss her so much.  I'll be spending some alone time with Danielle....but no car.  :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to really enjoy my girl for 3 whole nights--- one-on-one.  It's going to be amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at lunch time, My Sweet Danielle decided to drop a bowl of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alpagetti&lt;/span&gt; on the floor from her highchair. It's quite lovely...a beautiful addition to the decor on the carpet. Oh yeah, just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eye catching&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle still follows her sister around. It's so cute....although Marisa isn't always happy about that.  Tonight, when Marisa was done eating, Danielle decides she was done eating. And Danielle had to sit on my lap beside Marisa. It's so cute.  Then Danielle kept going over to Marisa and gave her hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's really adorable is how she gets sad when people leave, like Marisa's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;play dates&lt;/span&gt;, and she waves bye-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really has a personality of her own, my Danielle. She loves to dance, especially with her head (thanks Ron).  And she is the most loving and cuddly toddler I know. She loves to hug and kiss.  It's awesome. She demands attention. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-2913819608162992378?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2913819608162992378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=2913819608162992378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2913819608162992378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2913819608162992378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/08/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-7412304307373455059</id><published>2007-07-19T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T14:32:26.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Trouble" aka. Danielle</title><content type='html'>Yep, my 15month old is such trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this real cutiepie with ringlet curls, giving the sweetest smiles, taking you by the hand, and showing you and asking you things.  This girl can communicate.  She also likes to do everything we tell her NOT to. It's incredible how smart she is and understands everything that everyone says.  Marisa communicates amazing with Danielle too.  Sometimes it's hard to keep Marisa "happy" without Marisa being rude, but with Danielle it's so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marisa does have a special talent at making friends though. No matter how old this kid is, she makes buddies so fast.  Still, she wants us.  Although not nearly enough anymore. JK soon.  This September. Today she asked me about wanting to go to school.  I must say even Danielle is rocks at making friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday it was so hard for Marisa to say "bye" to her best school friend "Maya" and even her little brother "Jayden"...it was so cute.   They were kissing and hugging each other like crazy, while Danielle just wanted to PLAY, her favourite thing to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our good friends' 3-year old, Emily.  Marisa was at her house and had dinner and a bath.  Before her dad was bringing her home, Emily came running wanting to hug Marisa...not only does Marisa, a child who never hugs or kisses...unless it's her sister, Danielle, not do this.....Marisa also kissed Emily and says, "I love you Emily".  Emily responds, "I love you Marisa".  It's so sweet watching Marisa's friendships develop.  Maya and her little brother get lots of hugs and kisses too.  Still, Danielle is the winner cause she's most special to Marisa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marisa and Danielle really hold a special place in their hearts for each other. I was going to send Marisa to camp but glad I didn't as the two sisters have really gotten closer to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recentlybeen watching and admiring how Danielle has a sweet 21-year old young man totally in love with her.  It's almost as if she has this  BIG crush on him....like hang on kid, you're not even out of diapers yet.  At least she's got good taste since he's a gem of a boy!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle also never wants to sleep.  Most days it's just one nap, but we try for two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that when Marisa draws her artwork (this is her talent), as it is her special gift, Danielle likes to as well of course since her sister is doing it, and decided to paint a murial on our television set....it was quite lovely.  She's lucky it came off. It would have seriously come out of her allowance.  Of course she likes to wear marker too and eat it...like we don't feed her enough??!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not say FOOD or show FOOD unless you're ready to share with Danielle?  And I mean this toddler eats everything we eat and wants food all the time.  It's incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love my Angel so very much. I cannot believe how fast she is growing up.  I think my girls need some brothers to torture..ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-7412304307373455059?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7412304307373455059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=7412304307373455059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/7412304307373455059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/7412304307373455059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/trouble-aka-danielle.html' title='&quot;Trouble&quot; aka. Danielle'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-6437506968481507437</id><published>2007-06-18T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T22:18:17.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marisa's Last Day of Pre-school</title><content type='html'>So this is Marisa's last week of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school.  Today was her last typical day. Wednesday is graduation. Friday is a year-end pizza party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Danielle and I picked up Marisa from school, Ms. Catherine (who I love talking to) told me that they asked each child separately what was their favourite thing to do at school.  Funny thing is that Marisa said, "Playing with Maya" and Maya (her best friend) said, "Playing with Marisa".  They really are best friends.   Too bad they are going to different schools for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JK&lt;/span&gt; and SK.  :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even that nervous that my first child is going to be starting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JK&lt;/span&gt; this September...real school.  That was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;, I'm sure I'll be a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; nervous as it gets closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had to laugh when Maya's mom (whom I really adore and we do regular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;playdates&lt;/span&gt;) told me what school she was planning on sending Maya to for Grade 1...the same as the one we plan on sending Marisa too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be interesting how they will interact in Grade 1.  They each ask for each other ALL THE TIME.  Of course us moms plan to keep the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;playdates&lt;/span&gt; going... but will it be enough for them...it's like they're in love...so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what they call, Growing Up!   :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-6437506968481507437?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6437506968481507437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=6437506968481507437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/6437506968481507437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/6437506968481507437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/marisas-last-day-of-pre-school.html' title='Marisa&apos;s Last Day of Pre-school'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-7190893295667266365</id><published>2007-05-07T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T22:46:55.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Getaway</title><content type='html'>On Friday, April 20th, I took a plane to New York. I stayed with one of my good friends in my Feb03 online internet group (Marisa's pregnancy group). Yes, a bunch of us who all have babies born in February 2003 (of course mine had to be 2 weeks late and come in March). This was the first time I met this buddy of mine (who I felt like I've known for years, when in fact it's only been 5 years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other buddy that came who I call Princess (my Vegas roomie of 2 years ago) I met for the 2nd time now. Of course she was also my NY roomie (we stayed in very nice and comfortable basement - no it wasn't a dungeon or anything). They're both Americans but I can't hold that against them..... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say it was not hard to leave home, unlike when I left to go to Vegas. In fact, when I finally booked my trip, I did this happy dance that really pissed off Marisa (oops). I can't say it was the first time I left my Danielle - poor little one has been away from mom lots already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York was amazing. My friend in NY and her family were so hospitable. It was a fun and relaxing trip. I came back a new (and tougher) mom! :-) Here are some pictures ("Feb03 in New York" - slideshow works best):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/JorgensenFamily"&gt;http://community.webshots.com/user/JorgensenFamily&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that Marisa, who was really sad about my leaving did really well without me. And this truly makes me feel good. She had a special time with daddy and really grew up while I was gone. Even Danielle, my little 1-year old, matured while I was gone. I left a baby and came back to a toddler....and I'm not talking about her walking which she's been doing since 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are more pictures if you haven't got enough:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/rosanne_sardo/album?.dir=/2422re2&amp;.src=ph&amp;amp;.tok=ph7ikoGBRzC4Md9."&gt;http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/rosanne_sardo/album?.dir=/2422re2&amp;.src=ph&amp;amp;.tok=ph7ikoGBRzC4Md9.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this trip was far too short (only 2 nights), and I was back in Toronto at about 1pm Sunday. Next time, I'll be going for 3 nights......minimum!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-7190893295667266365?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7190893295667266365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=7190893295667266365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/7190893295667266365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/7190893295667266365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/moms-getaway.html' title='Mom&apos;s Getaway'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-1891173776801005802</id><published>2007-04-14T23:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T23:58:33.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-1891173776801005802?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1891173776801005802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=1891173776801005802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/1891173776801005802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/1891173776801005802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/birthday-parties_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-7437304160240966389</id><published>2007-04-14T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T23:55:23.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Parties</title><content type='html'>Today was Danielle's family birthday party here at our place.  We had my mom, dad, mother-in-law, father-in-law, aunt uncle, and our friend Cindy and her 3-year old Emily here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to cancel Marisa &amp; Danielle's party for tomorrow at Bounce'N'Play! :-(  We lost $50.00 and had to call 20 kids' parents but how can it be a party without one of the birthday girls!  We're going to reschedule something else tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle had an absolute blast!  She had a late morning nap so it worked out really well!  She is such an entertainer - dancing, running around, carrying her new TMX Elmo around, making adorable sounds and faces, etc. :-)  Everyone falls in love with her instantly! She is exhausting to be with all day but she has such an amazing personality and is so much fun.  My dad fed her a bottle today (first time in his life).  My Angel was so cute eating her cake and was using her spoon (and hands, of course) so well.  I can't believe she's one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marisa being sick sat on the couch almost the whole time, sometimes sleeping. She did get up and played a game of Diego's Snakes &amp; Ladders with Cindy and Emily once while sitting on my lap.  She got up and sat beside Danielle during the cake and even had a bit.  Also had some chocolate pudding (at her request).  Hours and hours went by and finally she threw up tonight at about 7pm.  All day nothing so we thought she was finally getting better. Then she threw up again about an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bummed that we had to cancel and more-so cause my Sunshine is still sick. I just hope she gets better soon and doesn't end up in the hospital from dehydration.  Yes, I'm parnoid since her being in the hospital in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days until I'm off to my mini-vacation to New York!&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-7437304160240966389?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7437304160240966389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=7437304160240966389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/7437304160240966389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/7437304160240966389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/birthday-parties.html' title='Birthday Parties'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-2199274404168560196</id><published>2007-03-17T00:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T00:47:55.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marisa's First "Almost" Sleepover</title><content type='html'>When Marisa was a baby and I was home on my one-year maternity/parental leave, I met a woman named Lori and her one-week younger than Marisa daughter, Chelsea. Poor girl and mom are own their own. The dad is an abusive drunk. They've been through hell. Anyway, I took care of Chelsea for a few weeks during this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost touch for a couple of years and the past few months hooked up again purely by accident. We're both so happy about it. It's funny cause Marisa and Chelsea instantly clicked. We get the girls together quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the sleepover. Marisa has never slept somewhere else without us. And she's never had a friend sleepover either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight Chelsea and her mom came over for dinner. Her mom left a bit later. Well, Chelsea ended up going home at 10:30pm. They were both in Marisa's room supposed to be sleeping. It was cute for like a few minutes with how they were talking (whispering). They would NOT sleep. I realize I should NOT have had them in the same room. Marisa was sad when mom took Chelsea home...and poor Chelsea cried the whole way home (they live 2 minutes away).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we're going to try the sleepover thing again soon...nuts, aren't we?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-2199274404168560196?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2199274404168560196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=2199274404168560196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2199274404168560196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2199274404168560196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/marisas-first-almost-sleepover.html' title='Marisa&apos;s First &quot;Almost&quot; Sleepover'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-3836215841344180499</id><published>2007-02-20T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T23:15:11.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubby Away On Business</title><content type='html'>So my dear husband, Mark, is away on business for the second time. Last time he left in the morning and was back the following day about dinner time.  This time is supposed to be the same and hopefully he'll be back tomorrow in time for dinner.  Sure, my mom is here to help out, but I must say it just isn't the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss him!  :-(  It's amazing what being away from each other can do and how it can make you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor little Marisa misses her daddy.  When Mark told her he had to go away again she said that she didn't want him to go. Today she tells me how she misses her daddy.  It was so cute hearing her talking to her daddy when he called tonight. Not sure Danielle even notices...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, I'm sure she does in her own way.  She did have this big smile on her face when he talked to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm off to bed but all day I've been feeling like a part of me is missing...it's the sweet father of my kids....the man I married 8 years ago....the man I love....the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.  I love you Mark!  Always &amp; Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-3836215841344180499?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3836215841344180499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=3836215841344180499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/3836215841344180499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/3836215841344180499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/hubby-away-on-business.html' title='Hubby Away On Business'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-4281598758850466658</id><published>2007-02-19T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:25:43.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>Time really flies.  It's incredible how fast my girls are growing up. Marisa's going to be 4 next month and the month after Danielle will be 1 year old.  Where does the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Marisa and I went grocery shopping.  She's been saving up money in her little Dora purse.  When she tries new food, she gets $1.00.  She saved $20.77.  So while grocery shopping, something I like to do with Marisa (it's our special thing), it's amazing how helpful she was.  However, it made me sad when I was picking up some fish that was on sale for my mom as there were whole fish laying there and Marisa got really upset and said she didn't like that.  What's going to happen when she realizes that the chicken and beef she eats are chicken and cows?  Oh boy.  How the young are so innocent!  You should have seen the cashier when Marisa took the money out of her purse to buy her two little My Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ponys&lt;/span&gt;.  Marisa looked so grown up taking her change and carrying her grocery bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is my Danielle.  She is into everything and that includes eating everything under the sun.  I love her curiosity, her assertiveness, her sweet smile and energy! She is waving and clapping now. She says mama, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dada&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nana&lt;/span&gt;. She is walking 98% of the time now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Where'd&lt;/span&gt; my crawler go?  I miss all the crawling since Marisa didn't do much of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just have to remember to cherish each and every moment and day with my beautiful girls. Before I know it, they'll be off to college/university!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-4281598758850466658?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4281598758850466658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=4281598758850466658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/4281598758850466658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/4281598758850466658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-6783486860016351077</id><published>2007-02-12T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:15:13.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Up A Storm</title><content type='html'>Originally Danielle took her first steps when she was 9 months.  Well, ever since then she's been walking a bit here and there.  Well, the past week since she's recovered from her illness you should see her go. WOW!  It's amazing. Sometimes she even runs, like to daddy when he comes home from work. She and Marisa run around the kitchen laughing and screaming (ouch)...it's so cute (and loud).  Of course she still falls but she's right back up again. She barely crawls now.  :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-6783486860016351077?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6783486860016351077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=6783486860016351077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/6783486860016351077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/6783486860016351077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/walking-up-storm.html' title='Walking Up A Storm'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-8376338686144407350</id><published>2007-02-05T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:14:26.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feed Me More!</title><content type='html'>I must say that Danielle is a eater!  We can give her anything.  I've decided that no way am I making the same mistake twice...yes, I want to learn from a mistake!  With Marisa, who is a picky eater, we started giving her table foods way too late...on the advice of her ex-doctor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Danielle, however,  who will be 10 months tomorrow, I try anything and everything. If Marisa is getting a snack, Danielle gets some too.  Whatever we are having for dinner, Danielle gets some too...and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so cute because my Angel really loves food. She becomes so excited and smiles away. It's adorable.  BUT, will it always be this way...ha ha, I won't hold my breath. ..... I'll just enjoy these moments while I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-8376338686144407350?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8376338686144407350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=8376338686144407350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/8376338686144407350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/8376338686144407350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/feed-me-more.html' title='Feed Me More!'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-2368458306941075335</id><published>2007-02-05T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T19:56:50.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Sick Stinks</title><content type='html'>Obviously my previous post about the stomach flu was just wrong cause it turned out to be a lot worse than that!  :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple weeks have been a nightmare. Marisa, Danielle and I have been sick. Marisa got it first and she was so lifeless and her temperature became so dangerously high we took her to the Emergency on Friday (Jan. 26) afternoon. We took Danielle in Saturday. It hit me on Saturday pretty badly. So here's the long story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally came home Monday, Jan. 29 after I tucked Marisa in. I started throwing up, fever, headache, migraine, diarrhea, cough, sore throat, stuffed up (you should hear my voice) beginning Saturday. I was feeling myself getting sick for a few days prior. I refused to leave Marisa’s side at the hospital until finally I realized I couldn't chance making her sick, even though I was wearing the mask in the room all the time to protect her. I sure wasn't getting decent rest there and was getting worse. I hadn't been able to keep food in me for 3 days. I was treated with antibiotics. I spent a few hours in the Emergency myself. I took a cab home (no way could I drive) and went straight to bed (after throwing up twice of course). Sadly, Day 10 and I’m still sick - better but threw up this morning, still coughing, runny nose and my head feels like it's going to expolode...when it doesn't feel like it's going to fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Marisa&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and Marisa got back at about Tuesday, Jan 30. 4 nights that poor child spent in the hospital hooked up to IV. In the ER and during the entire hospital stay Marisa was so brave. Marisa was very dehydrated when we arrived. She was diagnosed with pneumonia, pink eye and another mystery infection (which is what I got). She had suppositories up her bum, blood-work, the IV inserted, x-rays, a nose swab done (which they stick so far into the nose it hurts long afterwards - they did it to me too) and the first night she was having trouble breathing so she had to wear this oxygen thingy in the nose. Of course they continually checked her blood pressure, oxygen level, and temperature - day and night, a hundred billion times. She just finished her antibiotics and we stopped giving her eye drops twice a day (which stings) for her pink eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a playroom right across from her room but she wasn't allowed in since she was so contagious. Still, they allowed me to take in so many things to keep Marisa busy which was great. Marisa started coming back to life Sunday and was painting, playing with stickers, colouring, playing with dinosaurs, doing arts and crafts and of course reading lots of books. And we rented the TV as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Danielle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Angel has the same things as her sister. Thankfully after spending SEVERAL hours in the ER she was able to come home. Danielle was somehow able to keep some food down and was not dehydrated. There was a day where she kept nothing in but thankfully it only lasted one day. After that she did have throwing up sessions but some food still stayed in. She managed to get rid of the vomiting and fever on her own. She's really a tough cookie. At the hospital they did everything to her that they did to Marisa with one difference...no blood-work but they needed a pee sample so they inserted a catheter. The way they do x-rays on babies is awful too. They put Danielle in this tube with her arms up and Mark was far across the room. It was so sad. Anyway, she is on antibiotics as well as on medication for her pink eye. This one is a true fighter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Mom&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been an amazing help during all this. She stayed with Marisa while Danielle, Mark and I were in the ER. And the rest of the time she was at home taking care of Danielle full-time. She even cooked me special things that she knows I'll eat, especially when sick. Sadly she’s getting the sickness as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mark&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's been a true rock. He was going back and forth from the hospital non-stop, attending to Danielle, getting things Marisa needs, I need, Danielle needs, all the while barely getting any rest. The third night he stayed at the hospital in the hopes of giving me a break, and some of the nurses gave us a hard time about both parents staying. The fourth night he stayed alone. Did I mention how much Marisa cried cause I left her? Mark too is feeling the symptoms. I just hope they manage to put it off until at least I'm better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Reunion&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Marisa and Danielle saw each other again today, I was in tears. It was so amazing to see how happy they were to see each other and obvious how much they missed each other. All the smiling and laughter was true happiness. It makes me feel so proud to know how much they love each other!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Finally, the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I will hopefully be better soon. And thankfully, Marisa seems to be all better now. Danielle just has a bit of a stuffed up nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing your children sick and lifeless at home is hard enough, but witnessing your children going through so much at the hospital and being so sick and lifeless there, is just scary and heartbreaking! Nothing in this world is more precious and important as our kids. We often get so busy doing basic things that we don't spend as much time with them as they would like. Well you know what, go hug all your babies, no matter how old they are and tell them they mean the world to you and that you love them dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every child is truly a precious gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-2368458306941075335?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2368458306941075335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=2368458306941075335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2368458306941075335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2368458306941075335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/being-sick-stinks.html' title='Being Sick Stinks'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-8703548320907893338</id><published>2007-01-25T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:42:33.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girls are Sick</title><content type='html'>I am so dead! Poor Danielle and Marisa are sick with what I believe to be the stomach flu. They are throwing up, runny nose, coughing, stuffed up and a fever. She and Danielle have the exact same thing. Geez, big surprise there. When I tell them to share, I didn't mean this kinda of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they supposed to sleep a lot when they're sick? Marisa slept all night and all day today - although she was up for brief periods. But Danielle, wow, that girl needs some serious sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle has needed holding non-stop for two days....and Marisa wants and needs me too of course. They both want me (who wouldn't)..ahhhhhh. I think I'm dealing with it well though. Thankfully I have my mom here and Danielle is so amazing she goes to anyone (unlike Marisa who wants ME only).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for my sick babies to be better soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-8703548320907893338?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8703548320907893338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=8703548320907893338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/8703548320907893338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/8703548320907893338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-girls-are-sick.html' title='My Girls are Sick'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-2621547796723283009</id><published>2007-01-12T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T23:48:28.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Danielle's Wakings</title><content type='html'>It feels like we have a newborn again - even worse cause neither of my newborns even got up this often at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 9 nights Danielle has been getting up - several times. Why oh why? So what if she's 9 months old. And so what if she's teething. And so what if she's also going through separation anxiety? Are these all valid reasons or something? Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear darling Mark has been sleeping with our waker for most of these 9 nights..I think I did 2 of them. He does this so we can all get some sleep. How we would love to have our evenings and nights again. Oh and I dream about sleeping with my husband again. And yes, I know how lucky I am to have such a helpful and sweet man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that we're spoiled. Marisa began sleeping through the night at 6 1/2 weeks. And our sweet Danielle began at 6 weeks. And sure, Marisa went through this too and we just babied her...I guess it's different with your first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that these sweet babies are doing nothing wrong. I remind Mark (and myself) how this is perfectly normal and how they just need our comfort, blah, blah, blah. BUT, when you want some damn sleep, all this logic seems to go out the window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, and Mark's going on a business trip for two days and one night. This should be fun! Hey Sweetie, can I come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-2621547796723283009?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2621547796723283009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=2621547796723283009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2621547796723283009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2621547796723283009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/danielles-wakings.html' title='Danielle&apos;s Wakings'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-7954872443648418653</id><published>2007-01-04T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T21:28:31.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Danielle's First Steps</title><content type='html'>So yesterday afternoon I saw Danielle take a step toward Marisa. Marisa confirmed this and said she took two (I only saw the one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that sweet...her first steps and she takes them toward her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two adore each other!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Note to self:&lt;/u&gt;  Pray that this was a fluke and Danielle won't be walking any time soon...she's into enough and tires me out!!  Thank goodness Marisa helps me keep her out of some stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-7954872443648418653?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7954872443648418653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=7954872443648418653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/7954872443648418653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/7954872443648418653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/danielles-first-steps.html' title='Danielle&apos;s First Steps'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-615237592468683993</id><published>2006-12-31T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T21:34:55.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections of 2006</title><content type='html'>So as I rocked my sweet Danielle tonight, New Years Eve,- as Mark, my mom and dad and my darling Marisa went to the Burlington New Years Kids Party,- my mind did what it always does, thought and thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year 2006 has been a really rocky one..not sure if it was worse than 2005, but they are both certainly up there. It has been full of stress, pain both physical and mental, and full of challenges - one after another. Still, I am grateful for one very big thing that I wouldn't change for anything in the year 2006 - the birth of my second child, Danielle, who joined the world on April 6, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Danielle, my Angel, while I call her that she is certainly very different than my other blessing, Marisa. Danielle is wild, she is into everything and has a killer smile! My sweet Angel just hugged me and cuddled me tonight as I rocked her (never to sleep, but today was an exception).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to go through everything that I had to to get my sweet Danielle, I'd do it again for her. She and her sister are my blessings, what really matter in this world to me. Nothing is more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you God for my girls...there is nothing in this universe that I love and cherish more. May they both always be happy and healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I will be a better mother (more patient and calm), one that will always have and make time for them as nothing matters more, may I always be there for them and teach them right from wrong (and learn along the way too!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Marisa &amp; Danielle for bringing Sunshine and Angels into my world....you two are so very special and don't ever forget it! Love you both, always &amp;amp; forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year. Bring on 2007!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-615237592468683993?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/615237592468683993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=615237592468683993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/615237592468683993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/615237592468683993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/reflection-of-2006.html' title='Reflections of 2006'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-6863096793728348931</id><published>2006-12-28T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T21:33:54.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Hurts</title><content type='html'>So tonight I was emotional for personal reasons and started crying.  Just prior, Marisa had hit me in the nose while jumping up and down.  When I started crying, I couldn't help but ball away...she asks, "mommy, where does it hurt".  So I put my hand on my heart and said, "right here, in my heart". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if she understood - maybe she just thinks I'm crazy.  Who am I kidding?  I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-6863096793728348931?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6863096793728348931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=6863096793728348931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/6863096793728348931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/6863096793728348931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-hurts.html' title='It Hurts'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-826936827956784735</id><published>2006-12-27T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T00:28:03.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marisa's Christmas Pageant</title><content type='html'>Wow...Friday was Marisa's Christmas Pageant and WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so amazing singing and dancing. What a change from her graduation this past June when she was standing there barely singing and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was so impressed with her. The teachers were so proud. She was the star of the show! And she's certainly the star of my life! I was getting comments from everyone, including her teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle was so proud to watch her sister too, as was her Nana and daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-school has been a great experience for her. We are so glad to have sent her! She has come out of her shell so much! I am so proud to be Marisa's mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-826936827956784735?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/826936827956784735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=826936827956784735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/826936827956784735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/826936827956784735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/marisas-christmas-pageant.html' title='Marisa&apos;s Christmas Pageant'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-2706404065952807205</id><published>2006-12-19T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T23:52:47.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Santa</title><content type='html'>Today my mom and I took Marisa and Danielle to see Santa.  Now, Marisa has seen Santa once already at her friend's Christmas Party a couple of weeks ago when she was almost in tears and just stood beside him.  What's to be afraid off - this big fat, funny looking, weird beard looking guy gives presents - not really but so she thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle has recently started "stranger anxiety" - well, towards my dad, who hasn't seen her in over 3 months, and Mark's mom who is too lazy and chooses not to see her grandkids cause you'd think we live hours away (30 minute bus ride - huh?).  Well, I think it's stranger anxiety anyway - so far it's just been the two....wait, yeah it is - we were at a friends house for dinner last night and she was making strange (but no crying - that's only been reserved so far for my dad and Mark's mom so far).  Okay, I'm done arguing with myself now.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, blah, blah...okay so I asked Marisa if she would help and hold Danielle's hand cause I thought for sure Danielle would cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, I was shocked, cause not only did Danielle not cry but Marisa was amazing.  Now she didn't sit on his lap (can you blame her?!) but she sat so nicely beside him and held her sister's hand smiling away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was and am sooo proud of her!   I love my two girls so much!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-2706404065952807205?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2706404065952807205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=2706404065952807205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2706404065952807205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2706404065952807205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/visit-to-santa.html' title='Visit to Santa'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-8030396767286850482</id><published>2006-12-12T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:06:00.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Mom Moment</title><content type='html'>Yesterday our neighbour's 3-year old boy came over for an hour to play with Marisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marisa and I were colouring on the dining room table. Danielle was playing with this little toy gate (actually Marisa's) when Nathan decided he wanted it so he took it away and put it in the compartment of the big car he was playing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marisa says to me, "Mommy, why did Nathan do that. Why did he take that away from Danielle". Danielle didn't seem upset by it and in fact starting crawling after him for it. I told Marisa that since Danielle didn't seem upset to not worry about it. Marisa continues to watch and says, "But mommy, I really think Danielle wants it". She said this a couple of times. So I looked at her and said, "Did you want to go get it". She says yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move so she can get up and off she goes all confident and brave. She opens the compartment of the car, takes it in her hand and walks over to Danielle and gives it to her. Nathan just watched and did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that moments like this is when you feel like you're doing a good job raising your kids! I was so proud of her! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-8030396767286850482?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8030396767286850482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=8030396767286850482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/8030396767286850482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/8030396767286850482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/proud-mom-moment.html' title='Proud Mom Moment'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-3482748543946046916</id><published>2006-12-09T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T21:47:24.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready 4 Christmas</title><content type='html'>We put up our Christmas tree today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marisa was amazing. She helped me set up the entire tree. I did the lights myself...but boy did she really want to help with that too. Then she put up 95% of the ornaments. She did fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle, being the curious 8-month old that she is, had to come see what the green stuff was...and boy, was she upset cause she didn't like it one bit. I guess it felt all prickly. I must say that I'm relieved cause she is totally the type to bring the entire tree down! Luckily, after her encounter with the 'evil' prickles, she wanted nothing to do with it!! Yipeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I must set up my Christmas Village....I have tons of beautiful houses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HO HO HO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-3482748543946046916?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3482748543946046916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=3482748543946046916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/3482748543946046916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/3482748543946046916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/getting-ready-4-christmas.html' title='Getting Ready 4 Christmas'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-2836689081966648005</id><published>2006-12-08T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T21:45:53.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone with My Girls</title><content type='html'>So today I was alone with my girls for the first time all day- it's only been 8 months...ha. Well, Mark's been home and then there's my mom who's around too. I'm not sure if that's good or bad. With that said, however, I must say that I really enjoyed myself and found to be more on top of things and really enjoyed the time alone with my babies. Too bad it didn't last. . . cause Mark comes home feeling sick from work..geez - at least it was really late afternoon/early evening. Oh well, at least he napped until dinner! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that there is nothing more amazing than hearing your two girls laughing together and just loving each other! I'm so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off to make dinner now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-2836689081966648005?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2836689081966648005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=2836689081966648005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2836689081966648005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/2836689081966648005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/alone-with-my-girls.html' title='Alone with My Girls'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-793091073990688728</id><published>2006-12-06T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T10:21:01.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 8 Months Danielle</title><content type='html'>Wow, 8 months already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an amazing 8 months it's been.  She is slowly learning to walk already, grabbing onto the little purple chair and pushing it along... and man, can she crawl fast :)  Turn your head and before you know it she's at the door or climbing up the stairs (unless the gate is closed, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy got up with you today as you slept in a bit and daddy had to get ready for work.  Less than 2 weeks and daddy will be working closer to home with the company move and I'll be able to spend more time with you in the morning.  I'll be able to take your sister to school in the mornings too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marnie came over yesterday to visit for a couple of days and to help mommy out as nana had to go home for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day Sweetie.  Love you and miss you!&lt;br /&gt;Your dada!&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-793091073990688728?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/793091073990688728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=793091073990688728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/793091073990688728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/793091073990688728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-8-months-danielle.html' title='Happy 8 Months Danielle'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-7838019669640613148</id><published>2006-12-04T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T21:46:13.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes Stink</title><content type='html'>My poor Sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy has gone back to work, now in his 3rd week. Geez, it took long enough for him to get a job. I thought we were going to start living on the streets. ;-) Seriously though, I was getting worried. Back to Marisa. Every night I go through the same routine that we've been doing for 1 1/2 weeks. She wants ME to put her to bed...geez, I've been with you all day...love you and all but PLEASE can I have some me time. One night when I left her with daddy, she cried and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marisa is so afraid of losing me too..like daddy. Poor thing feels like she lost daddy...I feel so sad for her. But she's gotta get used to it! That's just life. Still, every night she wants to sleep in my bed. In all honesty, I love sleeping with her, but I don't want to make her feel that something is 'wrong' by changing things on her...it's important to keep things the same. I do let her once in a while though, but I've always done that as a treat so that's not new. BUT, every night, my heart breaks cause all I hear is, "mommy, I really want you". I always tell her, "Sunshine, you've already got me and will forever".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gets better soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Dalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-7838019669640613148?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7838019669640613148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=7838019669640613148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/7838019669640613148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/7838019669640613148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/changes-stink.html' title='Changes Stink'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8157733157691648425.post-6670843780662617006</id><published>2006-12-04T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T15:15:13.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>Woohoo, finally got this thing going, about time we were blogging :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8157733157691648425-6670843780662617006?l=jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6670843780662617006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8157733157691648425&amp;postID=6670843780662617006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/6670843780662617006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8157733157691648425/posts/default/6670843780662617006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jorgensenjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/day-one.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>Mark and Dal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05284234490568293436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cioT-y2gw1U/SLYdW8kVnOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SbEn2eooOBk/S220/IMG_1191_edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
