<?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-7731543922692347956</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:12:09.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inbetween Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'>The moments inbetween, otherwise forgotten...moments of solitude and of chaos...moments of thirsting for more of my God...moments of being filled up by His Spirit...moments of love and of sorrow...real life moments that make up my life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelle-inbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731543922692347956/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelle-inbetweendreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553537964217603347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a319/mama2ajandjd/feb2007212.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731543922692347956.post-8958827553796853085</id><published>2007-10-08T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T11:08:21.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remember</title><content type='html'>Aaron is only 3 (for another month anyways)&lt;br /&gt;He might look big, but he's still a little guy, so try to remember to expect little guy things from him.&lt;br /&gt;That though a sharpie might be permanent you can always touch up the walls he colored on with it.&lt;br /&gt;And the couch cushion can be flipped over.&lt;br /&gt;And that tantrums are a result of him not being able to express his feelings in a "proper" way&lt;br /&gt;That he genuinely wants to be like his big brother...even by mimicking the almost 8 yr old attitude.&lt;br /&gt;That he's just my little Aarony-do-da&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731543922692347956-8958827553796853085?l=michelle-inbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelle-inbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8958827553796853085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731543922692347956&amp;postID=8958827553796853085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731543922692347956/posts/default/8958827553796853085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731543922692347956/posts/default/8958827553796853085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelle-inbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/remember.html' title='remember'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553537964217603347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a319/mama2ajandjd/feb2007212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731543922692347956.post-6109887364701914674</id><published>2007-10-02T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T10:38:51.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob and the jeans</title><content type='html'>Jacob and I had an argument &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;this morning&lt;/span&gt; before he caught the bus.  I hate when I have to send him off to school after we've had an altercation.  I had to ground him for the rest of the week, because of his disobedience.  I gave him plenty of warnings, and opportunities to do the right thing, but he wanted to do things his way.  Now, I have no problem with him choosing his clothes for school, in fact I like that all of the school clothes he has are things he picked out while we were shopping...So why does he put up a fight when it comes to his jeans???  He has this one pair that are his favorite, and he will wear them every single day if I would let him (without being washed)...I will let him wear them for 2 days in a row without washing, if they are clean enough.  But he was sneaking them out of the wash before I had a chance to get them washed!  I caught on to it today and insisted that he choose a clean pair from his drawer...and that's how the morning turned into a battle!  He has a few pairs of jeans that still have tags on them, that he just will not wear!  So after finally giving him the choice of wearing clean pants and not getting into trouble, or wearing the dirty ones that he's worn for who knows how many days in a row and being grounded...He chose the dirty pants and being grounded from playing with friends after school!!!  It would have just been for just one day...but he mouthed off to me and ended up getting 4 days of restriction! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pickyness&lt;/span&gt; doesn't turn into fashion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;snobbiness&lt;/span&gt; in the future.  I can just picture him being the kid who wants all designer clothing and shoes by the time he's in middle school!  I just want him to be thankful that he has nice things (as much as an 8 year old can be) we have not raised him to care about what kind of shoes he's wearing...but he's learning to be that way from somewhere.  I just don't want him to be spoiled...because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;this morning&lt;/span&gt; I saw a glimpse of a spoiled child who cares too much about what's on the outside than what's on the inside, and it scares me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731543922692347956-6109887364701914674?l=michelle-inbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelle-inbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6109887364701914674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731543922692347956&amp;postID=6109887364701914674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731543922692347956/posts/default/6109887364701914674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731543922692347956/posts/default/6109887364701914674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelle-inbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/jacob-and-jeans.html' title='Jacob and the jeans'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553537964217603347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a319/mama2ajandjd/feb2007212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731543922692347956.post-430264417746661891</id><published>2007-10-01T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T23:09:56.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>worries</title><content type='html'>My girls are nearing their 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday. Next month in fact. It doesn't feel like it's been that long already...partly because they spent 3 long months in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt; before they were ready to come home, but mostly because they are not your typical 2 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;! They are still teeny tiny weighing only 17.5 &amp;amp; 18.5 lbs just barely fitting into 12 month sized infant clothing. Still riding in their rear-facing infant seats, still drinking from a bottle...I can go on and on! I know they are pretty healthy, have had relatively minor issues from their prematurity compared to some...but I just can't help but still worry about their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;development&lt;/span&gt;! I just wonder when will this end? When will I wake up and not worry about what they &lt;strong&gt;aren't&lt;/strong&gt; doing? Worrying about Madelyn's sensory issues...wondering if it's autism because she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; speak yet. Worrying about their growth or lack there of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we check in with our pediatrician. Their still very low immune systems. Katelyn's eyes crossing. Madelyn's paralyzed vocal cord and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;inability&lt;/span&gt; to drink thin liquids. I worried for quite a bit last year that Mady had cerebral palsy...I am seriously always worried!!! I carry most of this worry on the inside now days. It's very difficult for me to talk about it, quite frankly I don't really want to. Mostly I feel like everyone around me doesn't get it...like my worries and fears about my children's development will just get brushed off, or I'll get the typical "but they look so healthy" response. Truth is no one understands that has not lived it! I feel like talking about this makes me sound negative, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;whiny&lt;/span&gt;! And I often feel like it sounds like complaining. And I shouldn't be complaining...they are HERE...they are such sweet little miracles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many times we were told that 2 was this miraculous age where they would suddenly "catch up" a phrase I have come to loathe! I had these delusions of grander that POOF all the issues related to prematurity, and all these worries that I've carried around for so long (ever since I found out they were mono-mono twins) would just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt;...and we didn't have to do all of these therapies, and frequent doctor visits, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;neurological&lt;/span&gt; testing, and vision testing, and hearing tests, and so on and so on!!! Oh and don't even get me started about this whole fear of the looming cold and flu season! Are they still at risk for RSV? are they going to be sick all the time like last year? It seems like if there's a bad germ within a 5 block radius they will get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately though, I've really felt the need to get some of these worries out. It has been affecting my life quite negatively for too long now. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;smidge&lt;/span&gt; of depression mixed with a hefty dose of anxiety have at many times taken control of me. I take a nice little cocktail of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;celexa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;amitriptyline&lt;/span&gt; every night to help alleviate the panic attacks, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;melancholyness&lt;/span&gt;. I also suffer from frequent migraines that I can not seem to get under control. So yeah stress and worry seem to be in control of my life right now...and I am tired. Emotionally tired. I don't cry often, or even bitch about how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;shitty&lt;/span&gt; life can be that often...but for this one time I have to let it out! I need to just whine a little...just express the constant worry that I have for my sweet girls... And pray for God to take it from me...I give this to you Lord, I want to be freed of these worries. In it's place give me more joy at what my girls &lt;strong&gt;CAN&lt;/strong&gt; do...more enjoyment of being a mama to 4 beautiful children that I am so thankful for. Give me healing Lord...heal my heart of all the downs and hurts I've endured the past few years, heal the anxiety that has taken over my mind...and the migraines that cause so much pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this is a beginning...this blog is a way to get some of this stuff out when I need to. Or just to write about being a mom, and the silly things my kids do that make them each unique.  The ups and downs of marriage.  I can write about things that inspire me...like scriptures, and photos, and art, and books, and Martha frickin Stewart! This is it...the beginning of healing some of these worries &amp;amp; fears...or at least to face them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731543922692347956-430264417746661891?l=michelle-inbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelle-inbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/430264417746661891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731543922692347956&amp;postID=430264417746661891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731543922692347956/posts/default/430264417746661891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731543922692347956/posts/default/430264417746661891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelle-inbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-girls-are-nearing-their-2-nd.html' title='worries'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553537964217603347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a319/mama2ajandjd/feb2007212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731543922692347956.post-3724679897914939181</id><published>2007-09-19T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T14:43:56.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>being real</title><content type='html'>This is me being real.  Writing about things that I don't want to forget...things I may want to forget...the ups and downs of my life.  It may not always be pretty, it may be emotional, comical, or boring.  But it's me, it's who I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731543922692347956-3724679897914939181?l=michelle-inbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelle-inbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3724679897914939181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731543922692347956&amp;postID=3724679897914939181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731543922692347956/posts/default/3724679897914939181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731543922692347956/posts/default/3724679897914939181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelle-inbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2007/09/being-real.html' title='being real'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553537964217603347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a319/mama2ajandjd/feb2007212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
