<?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-3130991981452461275</id><updated>2011-07-30T09:10:21.144-07:00</updated><category term='health care'/><category term='Christmas tag'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='modest dresses'/><category term='heart defects'/><category term='Astrid'/><category term='About us'/><category term='CHD'/><category term='Zoe'/><category term='recycling'/><category term='mess'/><category term='Laurel'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='family'/><category term='memory loss'/><category term='James'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='games'/><category term='Make a Wish'/><category term='ointment'/><category term='work'/><category term='Grandma Shannon'/><title type='text'>In the Land of the Nelson Women - and Man</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-1291054502320424529</id><published>2009-07-03T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T01:43:38.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too funny to not put up here - remember this???</title><content type='html'>I just had to post this video - I found it again on a list of "Best Moments in TV Dance History" and I think it's hysterical. I love Paul Rudd - he is awesome!!! And while Justin may not have been my favorite N-Sync-er (that honor belongs to Lance Bass "I love you Lance!!!") he has proven that he has quite the sense of comedy and can make fun of himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-1291054502320424529?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/1291054502320424529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=1291054502320424529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/1291054502320424529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/1291054502320424529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-funny-to-not-put-up-here-remember.html' title='Too funny to not put up here - remember this???'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-4652652535386420478</id><published>2009-06-23T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:30:16.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart defects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health care'/><title type='text'>You make it sound like a bad thing!</title><content type='html'>I had been waiting to see when the big bad almighty insurance industry would jump into the fray of the health care debate and proclaim their righteous indignation and hoot and holler about what a horrible plan it is and how it will never work. And now I know. It has arrived. I caught this article on msnbc.com - &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31502468/ns/politics-white_house/"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31502468/ns/politics-white_house/&lt;/a&gt; about how the president has to "line up" against them and their rhetoric and arguments against it. I love this quote he has though - "If private insurers say that the marketplace provides the best quality health care ... then why is it that the government, which they say can't run anything, suddenly is going to drive them out of business?" I love it! Personally, I don't care if the insurance industry does get run out of business. They certainly aren't helping anybody but themselves right now. They long ago forgot that the object of insurance is to spread the risk around, not avoid it completely, which is what they do when they cherry pick who they want to write a policy to, or implement "pre existing condition limitations" or go back and try to deny claims after they've paid them, or try to dictate over the heads of the doctors what medicines they can and can't prescribe for patients. In addition, the argument that the 2 cannot coexist together is nonsense. Britain has the NHS and they still have private health insurance. Canada has it's national health plan and private health plans as well. Granted, these are on a much smaller scale because the private health insurance industry is not nearly as big there as it is here. However, it does exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the Republicans insistence on everybody keeping what they have now, and "preserving choice" - I don't think they really mean choice of health insurance, because frankly they're all pretty much the same. Bad customer service, bad claims service, runaround and red tape - you've dealt with one you've dealt with them all. I think they are worried that people won't get to go see the same doctors. I think that's really all people care about - can I see my doctor and will it cost me an arm and a leg? That's HEALTH CARE not HEALTH INSURANCE. We are getting the 2 things confused and we shouldn't. Someone I used to work with claimed that a national health care plan would not work because the doctors wouldn't be on board with it and would not see patients who had it. I beg to differ. If a government run plan has enough people on it that it is "running the insurance companies out of business" (which they all of a sudden are so afraid of) then the doctors will quickly realize that the only way to get any money at all is to accept patients on the government plan -whatever it may be. Sure they may make less money, but if they are only in it for the money maybe they shouldn't be in it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do recognize the argument that Medicaid is broken and if this ends up being an expansion of that then it will not be good because the reimbursement rates are so low. That's a problem with Medicaid I believe - any plan that responds to rising costs by shrinking reimbursement rates is profoundly screwed up. Do away with that and base it off the "usual and customary" rates that insurance companies are used to using and the problem goes away! Easy peasy nice and cheesy. I wish I could be consulted for things like this, I would have solved it ages ago. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I hate how Republicans emphasize personal responsibility because that does not even begin to encompass all the people in this country like my daughter who were born with chronic, severe, and highly complex and expensive medical conditions that no amount of healthy eating or exercise will erase.  I don't want her to grow with this much uncertainty about her future.  She should not be pigeonholed into a particular job or employer because it is one of the few that still offers comprehensive health insurance that will allow her to see her cardiologists, get her meds, and heaven help us, get a heart transplant if she needs it.  No one knows how long kids can go with the Fontan circulation that she has,  I hope it never happens but I would not be surprised if one day she ends up on that organ donation waiting list for a heart.  How on earth is it fair to deny someone like her access to the care she needs to satisfy some company's bottom line?  It's not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you will not understand this last bit, but those of you who are LDS will - many of you vote Republican and are against this.  Many of you also spout off about "why should I help someone else when I have worked so hard for what I have and to provide for my own family".  Think about this - that kind of attitude is precisely why there is no more United Order or Law of Consecration.  What do you think those things were if not all of us pulling together for the greater good and helping out those who needed it more than us?  I am a "have-not" but I work just as hard as many of the "haves", why should I and my family be left out in the cold because someone else thinks they shouldn't have to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-4652652535386420478?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/4652652535386420478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=4652652535386420478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/4652652535386420478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/4652652535386420478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-make-it-sound-like-bad-thing.html' title='You make it sound like a bad thing!'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-5655429071516231596</id><published>2009-05-06T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:17:56.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not putting that there!</title><content type='html'>Funny title no? I heard today about how the daughter of Alaska's governor - Bristol Palin has been going around talking about the issue of teen pregnancy and how abstinence is the best thing, and something I've always thought is that there are things missing from arguments on both sides of the issue. Those who argue for "abstinence only" are leaving out information that needs to be said, and those who argue for "safer sex" are leaving things out as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once a teenager, and growing up as a member of the LDS faith has taught me that contrary to the "safer sex" school of thought - teenage hormones are not always out of control and they can be controlled, and there are thousands, no, hundreds of thousands of teens who successfully abstain from sexual activity not just throughout their teen years, but until they are married, so to me, anyone who says that it's not realistic is not telling the truth, because I have seen it time and time again amongst those I know.  Is everyone able to do it? No, of course not, but I think there are some things that can be done to help increase the odds of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The idea of abstinence definitely has to be something the teen WANTS to do for themselves. If it is merely imposed on them by outside sources - parents, school, whatever, - they will be less likely to follow through with it.   Teens can be pretty rebellious so if something is imposed that they don't really care too much about, they're probably not going to do it - even if on a purely cerebral, intellectual level they "get" the good reasons for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Once a teen has decided they WANT to go that route, then it becomes very important that their friends and acquaintances are aware of it and support them and their decision.  If there is pressure from friends and those they date to abandon their stated goal, then they will be likely to give in at some point.  If they hang around with people who share the same goals, then it will be a lot less difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Any situations where it could become difficult to stick to this decision need to be consiously avoided - if this means putting off dating when it seems as though everyone else is doing it then so be it.  There's a lot worse things in this world than being single in High School. High School boys are pretty uniformly not worth it anyway so why bother?  Junior High even more so!  When I was in high school, I would go to my boyfriend's house, but his family did not share the same ideals as mine, so even if his parents were there (and they usually were) they didn't care what he did, so they would stay in the living room and what would we do? Go in his room and shut the door.  RECIPE FOR DISASTER!  Had his parents been a bit stricter and said "no you either stay here with us or keep the door open" I doubt we would have done some of the things we did.  Staying out too late, being by yourself, etc.  When you've got raging hormones going on, all these things need to be watched and avoided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  This list by no means excludes the "safe sex" options.  Another component that is crucial for success - or at least a better failure - is a good relationship with parents or other "authority figures".  I was lucky that I didn't have any "unintended consequences" in High School because I did not have a good relationship with my parents and I did not go to them and say "hey I need to go get birth control pills" or something like that.  Because I saw it as a failure on my part to stick with my goal, I thought that any move on my part to get condoms or pills, or whatever would be like admitting to myself that I was going to do it anyway, and why bother trying not to.  I think if my relationship was better with my parents and I wasn't so scared of how they would react I might have not felt the way I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on my life - if I had avoided the first 2 boyfriends I had, or if I had been able to avoid the "dangerous" situations with them, life would have turned out differently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-5655429071516231596?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/5655429071516231596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=5655429071516231596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/5655429071516231596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/5655429071516231596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-not-putting-that-there.html' title='You&apos;re not putting that there!'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-3956172918375583201</id><published>2009-04-27T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T01:15:17.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My midlife crisis</title><content type='html'>Okay so I turned 30 last week - gah I feel so OLD!!!!  And 1 day before I turned 30 I started a new job.  That part is a YAY, but it's for at least 5 bucks an hour less than what I was making before.  I knew I'd have to come down a lot because I worked at KPMG, and the Big 4 do pay their admin staff pretty much at the top of the payscale for things like that.  I was still broke but now I REALLY am broke, but I knew I couldn't expect that again.  My new job is as the receptionist (blah) at UAA (University of Alaska Anchorage) in the School of Nursing.  Good thing about that is that the people seem nice so far, and it's not stressful, and as one of my friends kindly reminded me - it will be a well funded department so there should be some job security there.  Another perk is that as an employee of the University I can take up to 6 credits per semester (up to 12 per year) for free (which is very nice) so it's got me thinking about going back to school.  When I was last in school for real - I was attending BYU and studying GIS (Geographic Information Systems) which is just playing on computers and making and analyzing maps - it's actually incredibly interesting in my opinion since I LOVE maps and am good at navigating and hardly ever get lost.  HOWEVER I did not finish my degree and apparently GIS is one of those things where you have to constantly use it or else you can't ever find work using it.  I have been out of school for 7 years and have not used it in the work arena since a summer internship in 2001 - the year I got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keeping that in mind, and the economy being what it is, I have been thinking about what I want to do with my life - what I want to be when I grow up if you will.  Fascinating as it is, GIS isn't as high paying as other things - and I've been broke for so long I'm being a bit mercenary here.  With the economy in the crapper, I've been checking into things that are pretty "recession proof" and not that anyone's interested here is what I've been tossing around in my head and my thoughts on them:&lt;br /&gt;1. Accounting - yes I worked for a Big 4 firm, and Yes I saw how worked to the bone people were - but I also heard that they were well paid, and the internal firm documents on their career site bore this out - they had a graph showing how within a few years a new associate would have their salary doubled there - and here in AK I'd bet dollars to donuts that would be nearly 6 figures.  Then do the math on the likely jump for managers and partners and it's highly lucrative after you've been in it a while.  Plus I'm very detail oriented and anal so it might not be too HORRIBLE....&lt;br /&gt;2. Law School - I've always been one to disagree with EVERYTHING. I always am arguing something so perhaps this would be a natural.  This would be one of the closest things cause I would just need to FINISH my degree somehow in whatever and then just take the LSAT and go to Law School - however competition is fierce for that and my GPA isn't that hot thanks to Freshman year and the semester I was engaged and thought it would be a great idea to take 18 credits...all my other semesters had well over a 3.0 GPA except those 3.  Plus there are no Law Schools in Alaska and it's one of those professions where you can't do the education online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now come the strange ones (to me at any rate):&lt;br /&gt;3. Pharmacy school - I would have to take a ton of prequisite math and science courses, and somehow find several related letters of recommendation - perhaps volunteer at Providence? However this is another one with STIFF competition to get in, and there are none in Alaska but Creighton University has the only distance option so MAYBE I could still do it here.  But for those that do it, you have nearly 6 figure income right off the bat, so that is attractive. Plus being in the medical arena it is recession proof because people get sick and need meds no matter what the economy is doing.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Ultrasonography technician - again it's medically related so it should continue to have growth and be recession proof. Plus, these guys make GOOD money - in the neighorhood of at least 50K to 80K - nothing to sneeze at I'd say. But again, Alaska has no program.  There are 3 distance options but it looks like to be the most competitive I would need to already have a Radiography tech license or something like that (which UAA actually does have so maybe I could do that first and then continue my education with this).  This program also doesn't always require a 4 year degree, lots are certificate programs or Associates programs.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Radiography tech - see above, but Alaska does have a program, but it's highly competitive, but it is an Associates. They make good money, but not as much as Ultrasonographers.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Nursing - but I HATE needles and blood and bodily fluids...ugh...makes me wanna barf.  But they have the most flexible schedules and they are well paid - at least here in Alaska. But again, highly competitive to get into the programs.  If I did this, I would want to definitely stay pediatric and specialize in pedatric cardiac care so I could be on the other side of the hospital room and being the one telling parents and kids that hey "you can do this!!! I've been where you are and it will turn out" cause I honestly have been in their shoes with Zoe.  In fact, when she was in the infant ICU at Seattle Childrens, one of her first nurses the first couple nights had been a cardiac nurse for a while before she went to the infant ICU and I tell ya, James and I just PUMPED her for information about everything she knew, and it was so great. She was the best.  And I don't remember her name now, but I do remember that.&lt;br /&gt;7. Paralegal -  Legal related but definitely not as highly paid - around 40 to 50K I would think is the general range.  However they get to do the tasks that the lawyers don't want to do like all the research and stuff, and I LOVE LOVE LOVE to find things out and research and make lists and play in databases and stuff.  UAA has a certificate for this but you have to earn it in conjunction with another degree, it's not standalone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the bottom line is I'm in a quandary and I don't know what I want to be when I grow up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-3956172918375583201?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/3956172918375583201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=3956172918375583201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/3956172918375583201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/3956172918375583201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-midlife-crisis.html' title='My midlife crisis'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-5456845241723634721</id><published>2009-03-24T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:16:07.331-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHD'/><title type='text'>Egregious??? I'll show you egregious!</title><content type='html'>Last week, I heard some FABULOUS news!   The Congenital Heart Futures Act was introduced in both houses of Congress.  For those who don't know, this Act seeks to recognize that Congenital Heart Defects are the most common birth defect, promote awareness, create a registry of defects to aid doctors and patients, and a whole host of other people find out more about the defects, and best practices.  It also seeks extra funding for research from the National Institutes of Health and the CDC.  Worthy worthy goals I'd say, especially for something that is responsible for more deaths than all forms of childhood cancer combined, and roughly 1 out of every 100 babies being born with one - 40,000 per year.  Thanks to better treatments, more and more kids are surviving to adulthood.  Surviving but not necessarily thriving - check out &lt;a href="http://www.mytricuspidatresia.blogspot.com/"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt; to see a personal story of why they're not necessarily thriving.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got a shocking wakeup call tonight when I saw this post on a heart blog I read.  Here's the link - &lt;a href="http://http//libertymaven.com/2009/03/20/how-is-congress-spending-its-time-%E2%80%94-and-your-money-part-11/4855/"&gt;http://libertymaven.com/2009/03/20/how-is-congress-spending-its-time-%E2%80%94-and-your-money-part-11/4855/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't comment on it, but I gotta say THE SHAME!!!! HOW DARE YOU CALL THIS EGREGIOUS!!!!  As a mom - this got my hackles up, especially as a heart mom, and how personal this issue is to me.  I WANT people to know more about heart defects!  It shocks me that no one knows about it!  We don't have a Michael J. Fox, a Susan G. Komen foundation, or any number of other celebrities throwing their weight behind this.  My husband thinks I'm ridiculous, but I find myself sometimes hoping that other people will find themselves in the position that I have been in because then there will be 1 more family that knows about this! Of course I don't really, but hopefully you understand my point and how I just want other people to know what this is like and how desperately we need more awareness, and more funding for research.  I have never seen a Public Service Announcement on TV about it, there is not a Heart Defects Awareness Day or Week on a National Level that is really recognized everywhere (Yes I know there is a Heart Defects Awareness Week and Day on Valentine's Day, but at this point it's not really taken root and it's kind of grass roots still).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to anyone that reads this - please please please let your Representative and Senator know that you support the Congenital Heart Futures Act, and they should too.&lt;br /&gt;1 person's pork spending is another's life and death struggle apparently, and hopefully there are enough of us who care that this thing can pass - if not this session then next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-5456845241723634721?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/5456845241723634721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=5456845241723634721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/5456845241723634721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/5456845241723634721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2009/03/egregious-il-show-you-egregious.html' title='Egregious??? I&apos;ll show you egregious!'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-3663122165627530840</id><published>2009-02-28T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T01:39:37.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Nirvana</title><content type='html'>I didn't get to go to the Anchorage Blogger meet up yesterday sponsored by &lt;a href="http://www.scribbit.blogspot.com"&gt;Scribbit&lt;/a&gt; so I decided to stop at the &lt;a href="http://www.moderndwellers.com"&gt;Modern Dwellers Chocolate Lounge&lt;/a&gt; and get a cup of drinking chocolate.  Lest you think this was mere hot chocolate, let me correct that erroneous idea. No no no...drinking chocolate is about as far from that as you can imagine.  It's like if you took a bar of really high quality chocolate, melted it, poured it into a cup and drank it. It's thick, rich, ohso divine....ohhh.  For those who have read them - in the old Agatha Christie mystery books, her detective Hercule Poirot drank chocolate, now I know what it was.  As I drove home, ingesting my chocolate and trying to get the last swigs of it out of the cup, I thought it was the closest you could get to having chocolate intravenously fed.  It was absolute decadence...ohhhhh....now I must be left to my cravings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-3663122165627530840?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/3663122165627530840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=3663122165627530840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/3663122165627530840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/3663122165627530840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2009/02/chocolate-nirvana.html' title='Chocolate Nirvana'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-3666299537829551486</id><published>2009-02-14T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:04:52.713-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHD'/><title type='text'>CHD Awareness Week - Post 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SZaJJ_TvGMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xrNpyr4Cvp8/s1600-h/747-chdaware.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SZaJJ_TvGMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xrNpyr4Cvp8/s320/747-chdaware.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302576415981377730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I haven't caused any overload this week - but I know how important this topic is to a lot of people.  I get so caught up sometimes in Zoe and how she's doing, I sometimes don't realize the seriousness of what she's living with.  She's done so well with her surgeries and if you were to look at her, you would never realize that there was anything wrong.  I love to read about other heart kids online, and I love the support group I'm a member of, and it serves as a reality check for me sometimes to hear about other kids who haven't been so lucky.  It scares me sometimes, but although I am optimistic, I do need to keep my feet on the ground.  Am I assured that she will live a long and full life?  No.  The oldest people who have had her surgeries are only a little bit older than me (so early 30's).  No one really knows how long a heart can function with only half of it working.  We know that she  will live to adulthood, but beyond that who knows?  And who knows what new treatments and surgical procedures will be invented between now and then? (Provided enough research funding is provided).  Some of the things are pretty scary though - stories of kids collapsing and dying when they seemed to be doing so well, they only had to see their cardiologist once a year. Kids who don't make it through surgery - I'm very very lucky that I have my girl and I try to not let a day go by that I don't appreciate that fact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-3666299537829551486?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/3666299537829551486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=3666299537829551486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/3666299537829551486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/3666299537829551486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2009/02/chd-awareness-week-post-6.html' title='CHD Awareness Week - Post 6'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SZaJJ_TvGMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xrNpyr4Cvp8/s72-c/747-chdaware.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-7205996976637988172</id><published>2009-02-12T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:26:20.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHD'/><title type='text'>CHD Awareness Week - Post 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SZUuo_VajeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/eMEZjurRmAI/s1600-h/747-chdaware.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SZUuo_VajeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/eMEZjurRmAI/s320/747-chdaware.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302195418029526498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everything there is a season - as it were.  I have recently gone through some cycles - not of grief - but I don't know what of.  Maybe it is a little.  4 years ago, I was sad, and scared, and wallowing in "why me?" "why her?"  I didn't find a community of likeminded people  in the &lt;a href="http://www.hypoplasticrighthearts.org/"&gt;Hypoplastic Right Hearts Group&lt;/a&gt; until Zoe was about 2.  I was so happy to find them - here were people who knew not only what it was like to have a child with heart defects (or have them themselves) but they knew what it was like to have the SAME defects my daughter had!  Actually, they have have different defects, but they all resulted in a Hypoplastic Right Heart - what Zoe has.  I think that was my phase of needing more support, because Zoe still needed her 3rd surgery, and I had a lot of questions about what that would entail, and how would I know she was ready, etc.  Now that that is behind us, I am in a phase of "what can I do?" Actually, ever since Zoe was a baby,  I wanted to do something. I saw how little awareness people had about heart defects - what they are, what they do, how you treat them, and how you can't ever really truly FIX most of them.  I wanted to start a foundation of some kind to do that.  However, as time went on, I found other resources out there advocating for awareness and research for heart defects.  I think I still have no idea what I'm doing, but I think I want to start a chapter in Alaska or at least put on some fundraising here in Alaska and have the funds go to one of those organizations.  The one I've been in contact with is the &lt;a href="http://childrensheartfoundation.org/"&gt;Children's Heart Foundation&lt;/a&gt;.  I found out about them because they published the book "It's My Heart" (on yesterday's list of required reading) which I got from the Seattle Children's Hospital when Zoe was a baby.  The Childrens' Heart Foundation raises money to fund research for CHD's, and so far they have their headquarters in Illinois, and chapters in Florida, California, Oregon, and a few others - but not very many.  I need to recruit others in Alaska to the cause, so if anyone is interested let me know! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also was wishing I could get involved on the advocacy front as well.  Several heart organizations got together for something called &lt;a href="http://www.achaheart.org/getinvolved/lobby_day.php"&gt;Lobby Day&lt;/a&gt; in Washington, DC this past Tuesday. This event was a coordinated effort to have lots of people affected by CHD's go to Washington and lobby as many Senators and Congresspeople as possible for a bill called the "Congenital Heart Futures Act" which would set aside increased amounts for funding for research, a national registry, and have CHD's finally classified by the CDC as chronic disease that needs lifetime management and care.  You'd think something like that would have been done already, but apparently not!  I was asked if I wanted to participate because there was no one from Alaska already going, and they had identified our Senator Murkowski as a "key person" they wanted to reach.  I of course was VERY interested, but then I got fired and so there was absolutely no way I could fly to Washington to take on the world.  However - there is still hope!  There's still the good old letter writing campaign.  Still - it would have been cool to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late and I'm out of steam - night night - I have 2 more posts to go! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-7205996976637988172?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/7205996976637988172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=7205996976637988172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/7205996976637988172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/7205996976637988172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2009/02/chd-awareness-week-post-5.html' title='CHD Awareness Week - Post 5'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SZUuo_VajeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/eMEZjurRmAI/s72-c/747-chdaware.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-5679787027840512414</id><published>2009-02-11T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:39:17.657-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHD'/><title type='text'>CHD Awareness Week - Post 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SZPgK3SAoGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ayXEQNd9Qpc/s1600-h/747-chdaware.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SZPgK3SAoGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ayXEQNd9Qpc/s320/747-chdaware.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301827663588008034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've gone through the past 4 years with Zoe, I find myself thinking about the way things used to be for kids like me.  The very first operations on the heart were done in the 1940's. One of the most famous was the Blalock -Taussig Shunt.  This surgery was done to help what was known as the "blue babies" - or children suffering from a set of defects called Tetrology of Fallot.  This surgery is the first surgery in the 3 stage set of operatios that are curretly used to treat single ventricle defects such as Zoe's set of defects.  The first open heart surgery was done in the 1950's - when they were first able to use an oxygenator to maintain blood flow during the procedure.  One of the pioneers of modern surgery was C. Walton Lillehei from the University of Minnesota.  He was the first to correct a heart defect using hypothermia.  He also successfully used a method of cross-circulation to maintain blood flow during surgery.  What this was, was using another person and their circulatory system - it sounds like a mad scientist thing, but he did achieve some success with it.  In this time period - of the 40's and 50's, it was insane how many failures they had, but yet all the doctors kept pushing on.  It would have been so easy for them to say "oh forget it, this is an impossible task, it just can't be done" and give up, but they didn't.  I am grateful to them for pushing on, and grateful to the legions of hopeful parents who entrusted their precious children to these doctors in the hopes that just once, their child would be the one who made it through.  All too often, they didn't make it, and it was the last time they saw their children.  I am grateful to them all for having the will to say that it was not acceptable to doom these children to an untimely death, and to not give in to the established thinking that said you could not operate on the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you now with a list of "required reading" and viewing - as it were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a book published by the Children's Heart Foundation,  called "It's My Heart", which gives a rundown of many different heart defects, what they are, and the different surgical techniques that are done to help these defects (notice I didn't say "fix", unless they are repairing a hole in the heart, there really isn't any fixing for defects, just palliative things that make it so the child can live a good life).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SZPX5rz8kbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/L6W72xSNElA/s1600-h/it%27smyheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SZPX5rz8kbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/L6W72xSNElA/s320/it%27smyheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301818572358324658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next book is a biography of C. Walton Lillehei  - I first read it in the hospital while Zoe was recovering from her Fontan, and I gotta say I was pretty mesmerized, it's a great read and an amazing story.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SZPbmA_4a4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/e_FjsYcva7s/s1600-h/kingofhearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SZPbmA_4a4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/e_FjsYcva7s/s320/kingofhearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301822632494656386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This next book is one I haven't read yet - I just got it from the library, and I intend to read it.  I've heard good things about it though. :)  It's called "Walk on Water" and it's a profile of surgeons at a top hospital back east - I think in Ohio.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SZPc7tI_uVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WhgLevVb2d0/s1600-h/savinglives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SZPc7tI_uVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WhgLevVb2d0/s320/savinglives.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301824104632924498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now for the required viewing.  This movie was first recommended to me by Zoe's surgeon for her first 2 surgeries - Dr. Gordon Cohen at &lt;a href="http://www.seattlechildrens.org/"&gt;Seattle Children's Hospital&lt;/a&gt;.  It's the story of Dr. Blalock, and his assistant Vivien Thomas as they worked to create the Blalock-Taussig shunt.  It's called "Something the Lord Made" and you can get it on DVD or catch it on HBO sometimes.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SZPfNWIAEiI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/raqzioQuErk/s1600-h/something+the+lord+made.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SZPfNWIAEiI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/raqzioQuErk/s320/something+the+lord+made.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301826606715638306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-5679787027840512414?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/5679787027840512414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=5679787027840512414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/5679787027840512414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/5679787027840512414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2009/02/chd-awareness-week-post-4.html' title='CHD Awareness Week - Post 4'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SZPgK3SAoGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ayXEQNd9Qpc/s72-c/747-chdaware.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-8884547392525328833</id><published>2009-02-11T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:31:09.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHD'/><title type='text'>CHD Awareness Week - Post 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SZM1hFXUKGI/AAAAAAAAADw/YA0UKj-ZTBg/s1600-h/747-chdaware.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301640028837128290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SZM1hFXUKGI/AAAAAAAAADw/YA0UKj-ZTBg/s320/747-chdaware.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well oh crud - I didn't post yesterday, so I guess I'll have to do 2 posts today to make up for it. As you can imagine, this topic is near and dear to me, and I have learned a lot in the past few years. Once we got the news of our daughter's condition, I pretty much got a crash course in pediatric cardiology - as do other heart parents. In this post, I will talk a little about heart defects, what are they, how do they form, and other facts about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A congenital heart defect is basically any abnormality in the heart that is present when the child is born (that's what "congenital" means). It can be mild - perhaps a problem with a valve, or a small hole that maybe only warrants a "wait and see" approach; or it can be anywhere on the continuum to severe. The set of defects that Zoe has are known collectively as "single ventricle defects" - because there is only a single working ventricle in the heart. According to the American Heart Association, these types of defects are some of the most complex defects that there are. Interestingly enough, my daughter has Hypoplastic Right Heart which is rarer than it's counterpart Hypoplastic Left Heart, however, in this case the rarer defect of Hypoplastic Right Heart is LESS severe than Hypoplastic Left Heart, although they are generally treated with the same set of 3 surgeries. It goes against the norm of things that are more common are usually not as big a deal as things that are less common. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, the heart is one of the first things to develop in an embryo. The heart starts forming and beating before the woman even knows she is pregnant - within the first few weeks of development. No one knows what causes them. In some instances it can be caused by a specific illness the mom had if it was early enough, or perhaps some medication she was on. Some defects are associated with Downs Syndrome (AV Canal defects) but for the most part it's completely random and no one knows why they happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the heart starts forming so early, when something goes wrong in it's development, the heart will kind of form itself in a different way because of the initial thing that goes wrong, and that can lead to other defects, which is why a child RARELY only has 1 defect, there usually are multiple. Zoe has Pulmonary Valve Atresia, and Ebstein's Anomaly, AND an Atrial Septal Defect (or an ASD - a hole between her 2 atriums). I think in her case, the ASD formed so that blood could have somewhere to go because there was no way to get out of the right side of her heart since those 2 valves are not functioning. And obviously, with no blood flow, the right side of her heart did not grow. Normally a hole in the heart (a VSD - Ventricular Septal Defect or an ASD) is a bad thing, but with single ventricle defects, the doctors want there to be one so the blood has somewhere to go to get out of the heart in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question I got asked a lot when I was pregnant was if I would need a C-section or whether they would do surgery in utero. The answer to both of those is "no". Babies with heart defects don't generally have problems before they are born. The reason for this is: 1. They are getting oxygen from mom anyway, through the placenta. 2. They aren't using their lungs yet, 3. There are some natural holes in the heart that everyone has before they are born. These are the Ductus Arteriosis and the Foraman Ovale. Normally, these close within a few hours to a few days after birth. Babies with heart defects can tolerate labor and delivery just fine, and are generally pretty pink when they are born. They don't run into trouble until those holes start closing, shutting off their oxygen supply (if that is the type of defect they have). Interestingly, sometimes in a healthy baby, those holes DON'T close on their own, which is also a heart defect! (They are called Patent Ductus Arteriosis, and Patent Foramen Ovale) However a pretty simple surgery, or even medicine can fix that for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are at least 35 heart defects that have been identified, and roughly 1 out of every 100 babies is born with one. In the world of birth defects THIS IS A LOT. Here are some ways to put it in perspective. I have about 163 friends on my Facebook page - statisically, 1 of them would have been born with one. There were about 100 people in the last office I worked in. Statistically, 1 of them would have been born with one. I had about 1500 kids at my high school. Again, statistically speaking, there would have been about 10 to 15 kids with a heart defect at my high school. Who were they? I don't know, maybe in actuality we didn't have any, but I would be willing to bet there were some. Maybe there really weren't any because nearly 30 years ago(my age), they were still learning about new surgical techniques for these, and mortality was a lot higher. We are doing better now, however, deaths from heart defects are still the leading cause of birth defect related deaths in infants during their first year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still a great need for awareness and research. Before I had Zoe, I knew nearly nothing about heart defects. Most people don't, which is pretty shocking to me considering how common they are. As far as research dollars go, heart defects are really underfunded. For example, for every dollar provided by the National Instistutes of Health (NIH) only 1 penny goes for pediatric research in general, and only a fraction of that penny will go for research for heart defects. The American Heart Association took in over $600 million dollars last year (according to their annual report) but spent only $10.1 million on heart defect related research. There is a lot more to do, clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will touch on more information in my next post about what you can do, what is being done, and where you can go to find more info.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-8884547392525328833?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/8884547392525328833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=8884547392525328833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/8884547392525328833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/8884547392525328833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2009/02/chd-awareness-week-post-3.html' title='CHD Awareness Week - Post 3'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SZM1hFXUKGI/AAAAAAAAADw/YA0UKj-ZTBg/s72-c/747-chdaware.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-6157054595565222638</id><published>2009-02-09T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:53:10.354-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHD'/><title type='text'>CHD Awareness Week - Post 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SZFAbPz1JXI/AAAAAAAAADo/pCFIp4n6ko4/s1600-h/747-chdaware.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SZFAbPz1JXI/AAAAAAAAADo/pCFIp4n6ko4/s320/747-chdaware.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301089073236354418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I posted about how our journey began as parents of a daughter with CHD.  I will continue that today.  Zoe spent the first 5 weeks or so of her life at the Seattle Children's Hospital.  I cried the first time I saw her laying in the infant ICU, hooked up to various monitors, with IV lines running and a feeding tube in her nose.  I thought how unfair it was that a baby so small should be subjected to so much, and this was before they cut her open! She spent 2 weeks in the Infant ICU before her surgery.  That surgery went well, and I went back to see her in the cardica ICU, and cried some more.  This time, it was even worse.  Those of you who have had a kid undergo surgery know that they look different when they come out, and it's not just the fact that they have a scar and lots of machines going, they really do look physically different.  It was hard to see her like that, but I and my mother in law and sister in law spent some time by her side, and then left after a while since there wasn't much of anything to do.  So I went back to the hotel where I was staying.  Several hours later, I received a call from the nurses  saying that Zoe's oxygen levels were dropping and they couldn't get them back up.  I needed to get there ASAP so I could sign a consent form for them to put her on an ECMO machine.  I remember crying some more and just praying that God would save my little baby girl.  I was so scared when I got to the hospital, not just because of what was happening to her, but because when I saw her, she didn't look blue!  The surgeon came in and didn't believe what the monitors were saying because she didn't look cyanotic.  That freaked me out because I thought "if she doesn't look blue at 47% oxygen what on earth will I do if something happens at home??"  I signed the consent form and they hooked Zoe up to the ECMO machine.  They assured me that it would be only for a day or so until they found out what the problem was and could fix it.  The next day, Zoe went in for cath and they discovered that her right pulmonary artery had collapsed, so they put a stent in her artery to open it back up.  This however, did not mean she could come off the machine.  She ended up staying on for about a week or so because everytime they tried to unhook her, her oxygen levels would drop too low.  Now, a bit of explanation - ECMO means "Extracorporeal membrane oxygenation" and what that means is that the machine pumps blood out of the body, oxygenates it, and pumps it back in.  How does it do this?  By the means of 2 cannulae (tubes) inserted into the main blood vessels in her neck.  For a week, I got to look at my poor baby laying on her back, with a breathing tube down her throat and tubes coming out of her neck -stitched on so they wouldn't wiggle. It was awful.  If I thought Zoe looked awful after surgery, it was even worse after that!   We were lucky though, because other kids on that machine suffered awful things like strokes while they were on it, and we escaped with none of those.   Eventually though, Zoe recovered enough to be unhooked, and the rest of her recovery went uneventfully, and we came home to Alaska in September - still with a feeding tube however, since all that time in the hospital had made it so Zoe had no idea how to eat.  We had to teach her all from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe had her 2nd surgery in February of 2005, which was the Bi Directional Glenn.  This procedure disconnected her Superior Vena Cava (the blood vessel that returns blood to the heart from the upper part of her body) and connected it directly to the pulmonary arteries.  In stark contrast to her 1st surgery, Zoe flew through this one, and was out of the hospital completely in less than a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe had her 3rd surgery this last March.  This was the Fontan.  In this surgery the Inferior Vena Cava (the blood vessel that returns blood to the heart from the lower part of her body) was disconnected and a shunt connected it directly to the pulmonary arteries.  This also was an uneventful recovery.  Timewise, she was in the hospital for about 2 weeks, but we had no setbacks in her recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful today to have my little girl with me.  I know that other children with similar defects are not so lucky and they don't make it.  Tomorrow's post will deal more with the facts about heart defects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-6157054595565222638?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/6157054595565222638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=6157054595565222638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/6157054595565222638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/6157054595565222638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2009/02/chd-awareness-week-post-2.html' title='CHD Awareness Week - Post 2'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SZFAbPz1JXI/AAAAAAAAADo/pCFIp4n6ko4/s72-c/747-chdaware.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-1731948710830054478</id><published>2009-02-09T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:03:49.218-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHD'/><title type='text'>CHD Awareness Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SY_ux-IUOGI/AAAAAAAAADg/yNxxprlbHfA/s1600-h/747-chdaware.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SY_ux-IUOGI/AAAAAAAAADg/yNxxprlbHfA/s320/747-chdaware.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300717828697241698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the first day of CHD Awareness Week - culminating on Saturday the 14th, as CHD Awareness Day.  Yes it is also Valentine's Day, but it is also important to remember something else to do with hearts other than your love for someone (nice as that is).  On this first day, I will share how we beame affected by this - how our journey began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't planning on getting pregnant, but things happen, so at the end of 2003, I found myself expecting our first child together.  Everything was going just fine, I wasn't sick, no particular health issues, everything just as it should be.  I went for the 20 week ultrasound, and I was excited to find out what we were having.  James didn't want to find out - he thought we could just be surprised and buy unisex things until the baby arrived. I thought he was nuts and obviously had never been in a baby store - why else would he say something so silly?? Anyway, that ultrasound went just fine - they thought we were having a girl! I went home and I think the next day or so I got a call from my OB.  He said "So, I hear you went for your ultrsound yesterday. How'd it go?"  I told him it went fine, and they thought we were having a girl.  He responded "well they didn't get a good look at the heart, so we're going to send you for a targeted ultrasound.  I wouldn't worry about it, the baby's so small at this stage it was probably just facing the wrong way.  I just referred another lady over a couple weeks ago and everything was fine."  I said okay, and the appointment got made.  I made James come with me to that appointment.  I was laying on the table with the goo on me and they were taking the ultrasound.  No one really said anything to me while they were doing it, but the doctor and the other people in the room were talking amongst themselves about what they were looking at.  I heard them say things like "well see this here is too small" and "you can see this is compensating" and I just got a horrible feeling inside.  I knew something was wrong, I thought "they don't say things like that if everything is okay".  I didn't completely lose it, but I remember holding James' hand so tightly and just starting to cry there on the table.  They had one of the pediatric cardiologists come down after that, it was Dr. Brauner I remember (not Zoe's current doc).  He came down and said that yes, there was indeed something wrong with her heart, and I would not be able to deliver the baby here in Alaska.  She would need surgery, and there are no pediatric heart surgeons in our state.  He said that most patients get sent to Portland, and some go to Seattle.  They had me do an amniocentesis at that appointment as well to make sure there were no other genetic problems, so I had to go home and stay off my feet the rest of the day.  We left that appointment with no definitive diagnosis, but I remembered them talking about the right side of her heart, so after I went home I spent a lot of time on the computer trying to find out all I could about right sided heart defects.  As it happened, there was pretty much nothing. I found information on problems with the LEFT SIDE called Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome, so I thought, "well she must have Hypoplastic Right Heart Syndrome".  As it happened I wasn't too far off, but it is more complicated than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had monthly appointments with a perinatologist after that, and at about 37 weeks, I flew to Seattle to meet with doctors down there.  They performed an ultrasound on me there - at which I nearly passed out so I had to lay on my side for it - it was a long one!  Afterwards the perinatologist there and a cardiologist from the Seattle Children's hospital talked with me about what they saw.  They said that they would do another amniocentesis to check for lung function because the fluid looked a little low around the baby, and the baby looked big enough so they felt that she didn't need more time to "cook" as it were.  The cardiologist sat down with me and talked about her defects.  He briefly got my hopes up, because he said that the doctors in Alaska couldn't see a tricuspid valve (the valve between the right atrium and right ventricle) but he could see one. He thought that if that was the case, then there might be a chance she would not need 3 surgeries, maybe only 1 much less invasive one.  That got me a bit excited, but they wouldn't know for sure until they could do the ultrasound on the baby directly, instead of going through me.   The lung function amnio came back just fine, so I got on the phone and told James to get down there since they would be inducing me the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That next day was August 3rd.  I spent the first 12 hours not in labor but having some cervical ripening stuff inside me since my body was not ready to be in labor at that point - I was still shut tight.  They started pitocin at midnight, and thankfully kept it at a low dose and just made it go up gradually throughout the night. I slept soundly through the first 8 hours or so of labor.  So nice!  During the day,  they kept increasing it and I kept going back and forth about "epidural or no epidural?" James told me to stick it out as long as I was reasonably comfortable between contractions - which I was.  When it got really bad, they checked me, informed me that I was 8 1/2 cm dilated and the anesthesiologist was in an emergency C-section.  No epidural for me.  So Zoe was delivered pretty naturally ( I had IV pain meds but that didn't do much of anything).  She arrived on August 4th, 2004 - 8 lbs 1 1/4oz and 19 inches.  There was quite a crowd in the delivery room, and as soon as she was out and cleaned off, they whisked her off to the UW NICU to get started on her prostaglandin - that is an IV medication that they use to keep the ductus open.  The ductus is a natural 'hole" in the heart that all babies have before they are born because they don't need to use their lungs. It naturally closes after birth, and in babies with her type of defect, that is when their troubles begin.  Keeping it open allows them to live and be stable until surgery is done.  They brought her back to us in an isolette all hooked up with lines and IV's ready to go by ambulance to the Children's Hospital.   We saw her for a minute, and she looked pretty good - except for 1 purple toe! James and I freaked a little about that but we were assured it was perfectly fine.  She left and I spent that night alone on the mother baby floor. That night I recieved a call from another cardiologist at the Children's Hospital telling me about our baby, and the definitive diagnosis of what she had.  He said they did a cath on her (which is an x -ray from the inside - sorta) and she had Pulmonary Valve Atresia (atresia basically means it's absent) and Ebstein's Anomaly.  Ebstein's Anomaly is a malformation of the Tricuspid Valve, and he said that in her case it was so severe that that valve might as well not be there (so much for only having 1 surgery!).  These defects mean that she has a Hypoplastic Right Heart (Hypoplastic means it's too small).  They said she was a beautiful baby and she was doing just fine.  I was discharged the next morning so we could get right over to the Childrens' hospital to see Zoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we ever saw her, we knew she would be in good hands.  Everyone in Seattle we talked to, who we told about our new baby at the hospital all said nothing but wonderful things abou the hospital and what good things they did there and how wonderful it was.   Tomorrow I will share more about our journey - how it continued in those first few weeks.  Later I will share information about Zoe's 2nd and 3rd surgery, and then I will talk more about other things related to heart defects and what you can do.  I hope to do a post every day this week in honor of the occasion!  Keep posted here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-1731948710830054478?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/1731948710830054478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=1731948710830054478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/1731948710830054478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/1731948710830054478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2009/02/chd-awareness-week.html' title='CHD Awareness Week'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SY_ux-IUOGI/AAAAAAAAADg/yNxxprlbHfA/s72-c/747-chdaware.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-3020938841634361267</id><published>2009-02-07T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T02:42:21.836-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make a Wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoe'/><title type='text'>Zoe's Wish!</title><content type='html'>Tonight James very helpfully told me as I was making Zoe's bed (because she peed in it last night since it was the 2nd time she's gone to bed with undies and not pullups) that the Make a Wish ladies were coming back to the house tonight to find out Zoe's wish.  I was like "What?? When did they call you?" and he said "Um...last week...but they called today to remind me", and I of course said "gee thanks..." very sarcastically of course...men are useless at taking phone messages.  He told me a couple days ago that someone called for me but he didn't know who, the number said "unknown" on the caller ID - I looked that evening and it wasn't unknown at all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm getting off point here.  The point is, the 2 volunteers came over tonight with a special cake for Zoe to make her wish with.  It was so cute.  She put all the candles on it in a circle and they told her that when the candles were lit, we would count 1 2 3 and she would have to say what her wish was really loud so that their special wishing wand could hear it and grant her wish.  She was so funny, she wanted to blow out the candles before they were quite all lit, and she yelled "I wish to go dig up dinosaur things" really loud.  My camera was running out of batteries and I didn't know it, so I only got this one picture, but you can see Zoe with her cake before we lit the candles. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SY1kX1q08cI/AAAAAAAAADY/3kIoLhk_Pqc/s1600-h/DSC02331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SY1kX1q08cI/AAAAAAAAADY/3kIoLhk_Pqc/s320/DSC02331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300002697191420354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, we knew from their prior visit that we would most likely be going in a "dinosaur" direction with her wish, so the volunteers brought some info with them on this place in Texas called Dinosaur Valley State Park in Glen Rose Texas (a little southwest of Dallas it looks like) which has some cool fossilized dino footprints in a riverbed, and a place where you can dig for fossils, and a dinosaur park with over 100 life sized dinosaur statues.  Looks pretty cool!  They also had told us before that wishes wished for now would be granted in the springtime sometime, so I guess when Zoe is done with preschool for the year (at the end of May) we'll be headed to Texas for her wish trip! Yay! I think this will be so fun for her!!! So if anyone wants to drive to Texas in the springtime I'd be happy to see you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-3020938841634361267?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/3020938841634361267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=3020938841634361267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/3020938841634361267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/3020938841634361267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2009/02/zoes-wish.html' title='Zoe&apos;s Wish!'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SY1kX1q08cI/AAAAAAAAADY/3kIoLhk_Pqc/s72-c/DSC02331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-9146461243351011857</id><published>2009-02-01T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:55:48.721-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make a Wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoe'/><title type='text'>Make a Wish update</title><content type='html'>The 2 very nice volunteers from the Make a Wish foundation came to our house a couple weeks ago now.  They were very nice ladies and they brought Zoe some presents, so she liked them and still talks about it.  They brought her a a tiny "Kota the Triceratops" toy - it looks like her big one except it's brown. If you touch it's back it growls and turns it's head and purrs. Pretty cute.  They also brought her some cool flip top markers - very cool too, the caps don't come off, they just flip off and down to the bottom so they are always attached and you cant' ever lose them.  The last gift was a dinosaur coloring book.  She already had the same one, but she'd already colored it all up, so she was so excited to have a blank one to color in now.  However a few nights ago I decided to get rid of the old one so I threw it out, and then a couple nights later Zoe saw the coloring book on her bed and said "Mommy this is my old book, where is my new one the nice ladies brought me?" and I said "What are you talking about that is your new one!" and she said "No it's not, this has stickers on the front and it's all colored up".  And I inwardly thought "OH CRAP"...I threw out the wrong one!!!! So the next day or so I went to Wal Mart and got her another one (it was only 97 cents and even though I'm out of a job and temping for only $11 an hour I figured I could spare 97 cents for my little girl). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe has not officially made her wish yet. The purpose of their visit was to just meet her and gauge her interests and then later she will officially "wish" for something.  I think it will be definitely something dinosaur related.  She has hit on the idea of "digging up dinosaur bones and dinosaur eggs".  I saw on the Make a Wish site that another kid wished for something similar, and they got her to go on an actual dig with archaeologists. She ended up finding a prehistoric turtle I believe.  Now, that is really cool but I think an actual dig might be a bit boring and involved for a 4 year old (the other child was 8 or 9 I think).  Any ideas?  I thought perhaps a trip to a good dinosaur museum, talking to archaeologists/paleontologists and maybe a simulated "dig" where she could dig in the dirt and actually find things but maybe the bones and eggs would be either planted there or plaster casts so she would be guaranteed to find something.  That way she'd know about the process but not have the potential disappointment of being on an actual dig and not finding anything cool, not to mention the tedium involved in a real dig with brushing nonstop with toothbrushes and tiny little chipping tools.  I think an older kid would be interested in that but a 4 year old might lose interest, even if they do have an all consuming interest in dinosaurs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-9146461243351011857?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/9146461243351011857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=9146461243351011857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/9146461243351011857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/9146461243351011857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2009/02/make-wish-update.html' title='Make a Wish update'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-1417804134870227120</id><published>2009-02-01T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:25:56.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious prank video</title><content type='html'>Many thanks to my friend Julie and &lt;a href="http://www.littlemuddyfeet.blogspot.com"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; for posting this video first. Watch the whole thing it's hysterical! I could totally see people back at BYU doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3SwhzFsuvQc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3SwhzFsuvQc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-1417804134870227120?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/1417804134870227120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=1417804134870227120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/1417804134870227120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/1417804134870227120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2009/02/hilarious-prank-video.html' title='Hilarious prank video'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-6741840411919864403</id><published>2009-01-14T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:33:00.494-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart defects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoe'/><title type='text'>No I haven't dropped off the face of the earth</title><content type='html'>Well it's been a while since I've posted, but nothing really happened much since the last post.  Well, no I take that back.  Let's see, James' mom Shannon was up here visiting us over Christmas break, and she left on New Years Day.  Zoe was so sad to see her go.  She loved having Grandma Shannon to visit.  The night before she left, Zoe was crying because she didn't want her to go away on the airplane.  When we explained that she needed to go so she could go back to her own house, and her job and her kitties, Zoe said "I want to go on a moving truck so I can be close to Grandma!".  James was there listening as well as myself and Shannon, and he immediately looked at us to see which one of us put her up to saying that, and I could say that neither of us did.  It was so sweet, and so sad to hear her say that.  I've been thinking a lot about leaving Alaska recently, ever since I talked to my mom over Thanksgiving and she was so sad about us living so far away.  It's hard though because I think about how we moved up here on a whim - "let's move to Alaska! Okay!" and we just went, with pretty much no money and no job. It's so bad that we can't just do that in reverse.  It's definitely got us thinking about where else we could go, and how we could do that.  The easiest option would of course be if I could transfer with my job, since KPMG does have offices all over the country, although, that plan is now impossible to do, since....I got fired today. Yup yup, I got canned.  Apparently my best efforts to stay there through May and then look for a job in another office and get out of my manager's hair did not work out.  Sigh.  As I look back over my work history over the past several years, it's really disheartening.  I have not managed to land at a place and stay there long term, which is really what I want.  I do want to be one of those people walking around able to be secure and comfortable with where they are because they've been there for 5, 10, 15 years and who's gonna fire them now?  I can't help but wonder why, why nothing seems to work out jobwise, why I can't find a good company who wants to keep me around. Why???&lt;br /&gt;Now on to some good news.  Some people who check my Facebook page may know this if they checked in November, but most other people don't know.  Zoe qualified to recieve a wish from the Make a Wish Foundation in November!  No she's not dying.  Kids qualify to recieve a wish if they have a "life threatening" condition, but they don't necessarily have to be dying.  The severity of Zoe's heart defects (even post surgery) qualify as life threatening, so she gets to make a wish!  2 volunteers will be coming on Friday evening to see what she would like.  I've asked her, but she says she doesn't know.  I've told her not to worry, that the people will help her figure it out, so who knows what she will wish for, but I'm sure it will be good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-6741840411919864403?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/6741840411919864403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=6741840411919864403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/6741840411919864403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/6741840411919864403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-i-havent-dropped-off-face-of-earth.html' title='No I haven&apos;t dropped off the face of the earth'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-1347023859293218517</id><published>2008-12-26T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T16:46:47.042-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma Shannon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Astrid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoe'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everyone!  We've had a good holiday up here. Zoe and Astrid both got a ton of stuff.  I think the big hit of the year was Zoe's new "Kota the Triceratops" toy.  It's normally well over $200 but we got it on sale for an unbelievable $89 at Costco, so we just HAD to have it!  Here is a video of Zoe riding it.  It is so cool, it plays music and moves and eats leaves and burps and purrs and falls asleep. It's such a neat toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2883a8cab6f43cb1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2883a8cab6f43cb1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330419807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA3D7EC67870AFE497E6D286E35CBF4F6E929063.6896B7713D36EA043607E38864932286394BFEC8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2883a8cab6f43cb1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0BZ8ERsHQepPF10Hy11uO-o5crM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2883a8cab6f43cb1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330419807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA3D7EC67870AFE497E6D286E35CBF4F6E929063.6896B7713D36EA043607E38864932286394BFEC8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2883a8cab6f43cb1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0BZ8ERsHQepPF10Hy11uO-o5crM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also has been great to have James' mom Shannon up here for a Christmas visit.  She hasn't ever seen Astrid and it's been 2 years or so since she last saw Zoe, so she definitely was overdue for a visit to see her grandkids.  Zoe has loved having Grandma Shannon here and so has Astrid - it's just 1 more person to pay attention to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-1347023859293218517?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2883a8cab6f43cb1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/1347023859293218517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=1347023859293218517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/1347023859293218517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/1347023859293218517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-649438903445108848</id><published>2008-12-22T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T01:00:46.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Astrid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoe'/><title type='text'>Christmas Happenings</title><content type='html'>I love my daughter.  Someone should just bottle up "Essence of a 4 year old" cause she is just so dang cute I can't stand it.  This month I've been doing a few "Christmas-y" things with her, and she's just so into Christmas it's so cute.  We put up our tree Thanksgiving weekend.  It's a fake one, since Alaska does not grow good Christmas trees, all real trees are shipped up here and they are so dead by the time they get here I just figure it's not really worth it.  Anyway, here is a picture of our tree, which she helped out a lot with.  She wanted to hang a lot of the ornaments, and I let her. I made sure to hang the fragile ones up high - with a crawling 10 month old on the loose I only put non fragile ones and ones I didn't care too much about on the bottom. Now you'll notice the bottom branches are empty - Astrid has seen to it that all ornaments are now out of her reach. Tilt your head sideways to see the picture, I had to turn the camera to get the whole thing in it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SU9R09ohy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/aiKgxUdyZHw/s1600-h/DSC02191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SU9R09ohy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/aiKgxUdyZHw/s320/DSC02191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282530858268478402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next thing Zoe did was make gingerbread houses.  She came home from preschool one day all excited that they had made a gingerbread house in school that day.  I asked her how she did it and she proceeded to tell me "well first you take a milk carton with no milk in it, and then you put graham crackers on it with frosting"  - she was supposed to decorate it at a family night activity that week, but we were unable to make it.  She came home with a naked house in her backpack, so that weekend I got a gingerbread house kit at Costco, and I put that together, and she put some candies on it. I put most of the candies on, because she'd do a few and then say she wanted me to do it. So any random strange candies were her, and the rest were me.   We used the extras to decorate her house from preschool and she was SOOO happy to do that with mommy.  Here she is with the results of her handiwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SU9Tah9qsGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RTjoAVJQ8H8/s1600-h/DSC02106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SU9Tah9qsGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RTjoAVJQ8H8/s320/DSC02106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282532603187605602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SU9TbJjv5AI/AAAAAAAAACY/KolmOr1r0kw/s1600-h/DSC02107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SU9TbJjv5AI/AAAAAAAAACY/KolmOr1r0kw/s320/DSC02107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282532613816312834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SU9Tbu2Wb4I/AAAAAAAAACg/CUUeIZXYJLQ/s1600-h/DSC02108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SU9Tbu2Wb4I/AAAAAAAAACg/CUUeIZXYJLQ/s320/DSC02108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282532623826448258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a few more pictures of the houses but didn't want to overwhelm you.   She promptly wanted to eat these as soon as they were done, but I made her wait a day or too till I could take a picture.  James said she could eat them then, and the she could make some more when her Grandma Shannon comes to visit.  That satisfied her pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I was wrapping up some presents for Zoe's Grandma Shannon, and she wanted to help. So I let her help, and I gotta say, I think she's inherited my gift for wrapping, because she did a pretty dang good job for a 4 year old.  She first wanted to wrap a picture we're giving to her Grandma.  She picked the paper, unrolled it by herself, and put the gift in the middle.  I told her where to cut, but she operated the scissors on her own, and folded the paper on her own. I held it down while she taped, and then she operated the scissors to trim up the edges before folding. I pinched the edge and told her to cut where I pinched.  I helped fold up the edges, and she taped it.  She also picked the bow, and put it on, and then put the sticker and label on by herself.  She even signed her name that it was from her, all by herself!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SU9VYHhIqtI/AAAAAAAAACo/6ETskkXept0/s1600-h/DSC02193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SU9VYHhIqtI/AAAAAAAAACo/6ETskkXept0/s320/DSC02193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282534760752130770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SU9VYzCnt2I/AAAAAAAAACw/ypAXsPWoWmc/s1600-h/DSC02194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SU9VYzCnt2I/AAAAAAAAACw/ypAXsPWoWmc/s320/DSC02194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282534772435302242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the second present, she did everything more by herself (I still directed by telling her where to cut) - she operated the scissors even more on her own this time.  Due to this fact, she went a huge bit crooked while trimming up the edges, and so it required Mommy's skills to make sure all parts of the package were hidden by paper, but even so, it still turned out pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SU9Wd0LvJUI/AAAAAAAAADA/dbxecePFdYg/s1600-h/DSC02192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SU9Wd0LvJUI/AAAAAAAAADA/dbxecePFdYg/s320/DSC02192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282535958152947010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SU9WdoZV3gI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ke81S7hga0c/s1600-h/DSC02195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SU9WdoZV3gI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ke81S7hga0c/s320/DSC02195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282535954988785154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can see the results of her wild cutting and Mommy's rescue efforts in this pic here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SU9WeFx09_I/AAAAAAAAADI/NQ6vEGOAlGc/s1600-h/DSC02196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SU9WeFx09_I/AAAAAAAAADI/NQ6vEGOAlGc/s320/DSC02196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282535962876114930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I consider myself to be a really good gift wrapper, but I'm not so wrapped up in it that I can't relinquish control to a 4 year old.  It's all about the joy of being with her, and teaching her the process, and then enjoying the process after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-649438903445108848?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/649438903445108848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=649438903445108848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/649438903445108848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/649438903445108848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-happenings.html' title='Christmas Happenings'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SU9R09ohy8I/AAAAAAAAACI/aiKgxUdyZHw/s72-c/DSC02191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-4322747550654594305</id><published>2008-12-20T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T01:27:35.044-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas tag'/><title type='text'>Christmas Tag</title><content type='html'>Wow I've arrived! Someone tagged me! Thanks Alaina! :) I feel loved.  Okay here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Questionnaire Time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;Oh defintitely hot chocolate. I CANNOT stand egg nog. Gross gross gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?&lt;br /&gt;As a kid it didnt' apply because Santa just brought us candy for the stockings, but now I think it depends on what it is size wise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Colored lights on tree/house or white?&lt;br /&gt;There's too much snow outside in December to risk life and limb on a ladder hanging anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you hang mistletoe?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When do you put up your decorations?&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving weekend. We have a fake tree now so we can do that.  As a kid it was always really close to Christmas Eve, and sometime Christmas Eve itself  before anything went up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite holiday dish?&lt;br /&gt;Umm...my mom makes this for Thanksgiving but I'm going to do it for Christmas too, which is her recipe for sweet potatoes that came from her mom.  They are so delicious and it tastes like pie, not sweet potatoes and they are all covered with giant marshmallows. So delish. And I usually never eat sweet potatoes cause I hate em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite Holiday memory as a child?&lt;br /&gt;I think it has to be the year we went dumpster diving for a tree. Funny story! About the day before Christmas eve or so, we went out in our big van to buy a tree. Wyatt (or someone) said that they had seen a tree lot over by Target at the old Fallbrook Mall.  So we went over there, and drove around, and saw no lot.  We went to the back, and they had already taken all the trees and put them in the dumpster!  So my dad backs the van up and hops in the dumpster to find a tree.  Sure enough, he found a really nice one, so we brought it home.  They loved it cause it was a free tree and it's a great story now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember, but I think my mom told us that as soon as we stopped believing then Santa wouldn't bring us anymore stuff, so I never really "stopped" believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?&lt;br /&gt;No, we didn't.  James did so we do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How do you decorate your Christmas Tree?&lt;br /&gt;With ornaments that I got when I got married and with ones I've bought, and with the things that Zoe has made.  Same style generally as my parents tree when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is another favorite Christmas tradition memory?&lt;br /&gt;All of us kids decorating the tree, and semi-fighting over who would hang the really cool ornaments - like our "jumping Santa" - he was wooden with a string and when you pulled it, his arms and legs moved like he was doing jumping jacks.  We all liked him and wanted to hang him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Can you ice skate?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but it's been a long time.  I can only go forwards and I need to use a wall to stop at the rink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you remember your favorite gift?&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't think I really have one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's the most important thing about the Holidays for you?&lt;br /&gt;Oh...everything I think.  I love imparting the joy of the holidays to my girls and watching how excited they get over the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert?&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin cheesecake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your favorite holiday tradition?&lt;br /&gt;Another one?? I don't think I have enough for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What tops your tree?&lt;br /&gt;A star, which is leaning at the moment because the top branches where the topper is supposed to go are not very strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Which do you prefer giving or receiving?&lt;br /&gt;Both.  I love giving presents and shopping for them. I hope this doesn't sound too weird, but to me,  presents are an outward expression of your feelings toward a person, especially when it comes to family.  I think, "if I get this person this thing that I just know they will love, then they will know that I care about them because I took the time to find this and give it to them".  And of course I love recieving presents cause they're so fun. :)  And I do love how a great big pile of them looks under a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your favorite Christmas Song?&lt;br /&gt;I like  a lot of them.  I can tell you the few I HATE, and will change the radio if I hear them.  Let's see - I hate "Winter Wonderland", " Feliz Navidad", "The Christmas Song" (the chestnuts roasting one), that cheesy one about the kid and the shoes, and I think there's another one or two but those are the ones that pop to mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Candy Canes?&lt;br /&gt;Yes please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you feel Christmas is too commercialized?&lt;br /&gt;Well yes, doesn't everyone? However I love it anyway and I don't really mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I tag....Kathryn Kahumoku, cause she's my follower :) And anyone else who sees this and wants to participate.  Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-4322747550654594305?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/4322747550654594305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=4322747550654594305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/4322747550654594305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/4322747550654594305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-tag.html' title='Christmas Tag'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-8882390223703712376</id><published>2008-12-10T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:48:57.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Astrid'/><title type='text'>My poor husband</title><content type='html'>I really need to clean out my camera cause today I could have gotten some good "after" shots of what I saw when I came home from work today, and I can only imagine what my husband went through today.  My first inkling that something was up, was this morning. I got a call from my husband at work. He said that he had put Astrid in the living room to crawl around and went and rested cause he was still tired.  When he came back in the living room, she was crawling around naked - and she was not naked when he went to lay down!  After inspecting the baby butt for signs of poop, and inspecting the floor for signs of poop - and finding none, he went on the hunt for the diaper.  It was on the floor in front of the TV, with poop in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I came home, Astrid was sitting in her chair, fussing and eating.  I gave her some dinner, and since she was so messy, I decided to give her a bath.  While feeding her, I saw one of her baby toys on the counter COVERED in diaper rash ointment! OMG!!!!! When I put her in the tub, there were towels on the floor in the hallway, and some poop on the side of the tub...so I wipe that off, and ask James about it.  He says he will tell me later.  So, I go to clean off her high chair and see poop in her high chair! Right at the part that goes between her legs.  She was NOT poopy when I put her in the tub.  So I have to know, WHAT HAPPENED??? So I asked him. "James did Astrid poop in her high chair???" Here is what he said happened today:&lt;br /&gt;1. James had Astrid in her room for about 15 seconds (his estimate).  During that time she got into the diaper rash ointment and got covered in it, she also rolled around the carpet with it, so there was ointment on the carpet, on her, on that toy I saw, and on one of Zoe's chair's and her little table.&lt;br /&gt;2. James had Zoe in her high chair to feed her.  After a bit he noticed that she had pooped all over herself and all over the high chair, so he had to wash her off...so gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so bad for him - Zoe never did any of that when she was a baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-8882390223703712376?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/8882390223703712376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=8882390223703712376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/8882390223703712376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/8882390223703712376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-poor-husband.html' title='My poor husband'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-2872306378611866487</id><published>2008-12-10T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:30:25.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHD'/><title type='text'>A belated thing for me to be thankful for</title><content type='html'>One of the reasons I started a blog was also to serve as my personal soapbox to get the word out about Congenital Heart Defects - CHD's.  I found this on the &lt;a href="http://www.learnaboutchd.blogspot.com"&gt;CHD Blog&lt;/a&gt;, and they got it off another heart blog - &lt;a href="http://www.tricuspid.wordpress.com"&gt;"Adventures of a Funky Heart"&lt;/a&gt;.  Since is the first time I'm using another post on my blog, I do hope I'm giving proper credit here...:) Hope I don't step on any toes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am immensely grateful and thankful for the wonderful, courageous, pioneering doctors and medical staff who came before us, and who had the courage to do what was considered impossible.  The following is a small bio of one of them.  You also can learn a bit more if you watch the movie "Something the Lord Made".  Here's the post: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivien Theodore Thomas was born on August 29, 1910 in Lake Providence, Louisiana. After graduating high school in 1929, he planned to attend Tennessee Agricultural and Industrial State Normal School, (now known as Tennessee State University) with hopes of becoming a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been in school two months when the stock market crashed, causing him to lose his part-time carpentry job. Forced to drop out of college, Thomas still found work as a Lab Assistant at Vanderbilt University Medical School, working for surgeon Dr. Alfred Blalock. Although hired to sweep floors and clean out cages, Vivien Thomas impressed Dr. Blalock with his intelligence. Blalock was so impressed that he trained Thomas to be his Surgical Technician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas began assisting Blalock in the study of shock during surgery. Shock is caused by a sudden drop in blood flow through the body, and can be fatal. Working together, Blalock and Thomas developed ways to prevent shock from occurring during an operation. By World War II most of their theories were in use, saving the lives of countless injured soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1941, Dr. Blalock was hired by Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore, Maryland, to serve as the hospital’s Chief Surgeon and as a Surgical Professor in the Hopkins Medical School. The doctor asked his trusted assistant to go with him, and Thomas agreed. But while Blalock was responsible for training every surgeon in the school, Thomas had to enter the building through the service entrance. He was also listed on the hospital payroll as a handyman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two men respected and trusted each other, but were hardly equal. At one time, Blalock was paid ten times more than Thomas. Often the doctor hired Thomas to serve drinks in his home during a social event. And never was Thomas allowed in the Operating Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at Johns Hopkins that the two men met Dr. Helen Taussig. Taussig had been hired in 1930 to oversee the Cardiac Clinic of the Harriet Lane Home, and quickly grew interested in “Blue-Baby” diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, blood coming into the heart is routed first to the lungs, where it absorbs oxygen. The oxygen rich blood then goes back to the heart, where it is pumped throughout the body. Blue Babies are born with a badly formed heart or blood vessels that cannot provide enough oxygen to the blood. Their skin has a distinctive blueish tinge, especially in the fingertips. At that time Blue Baby diseases were incurable, and almost all of the patients died very young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Taussig approached Dr. Blalock with an idea: if a Blue Baby’s heart couldn’t provide oxygen to the blood naturally , then why couldn’t a surgeon re-route the major blood vessels? Taussig’s plan was interesting but extremely dangerous. The operation would have to take place near the heart, and heart surgery was so risky it was almost never recommended. Any accidental damage to the heart would have to be repaired within 4 minutes, or the patient died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy with his teaching duties, Blalock asked Vivien Thomas to work out the details of how such an operation could be done. Thomas began by studying medical textbooks, drawings and diagrams of hearts, and even real hearts taken from dead bodies. Then he operated on dogs, intentionally creating Blue Baby hearts in them. Later he would operate again, repairing the heart and making careful notes of everything he did. It was a slow process, learning exactly what had to be done. Many dogs died, and several of the surgical tools he needed didn’t even exist. Quite often, Thomas would invent them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-rays of the patient were another problem. X-ray films provide a good still photograph of the workings of the body. But Taussig preferred to use a fluoroscope. A fluoroscope image is best described as “X-ray TV”– It provided moving images of the interior of the body. If the patient accidentally moved, so did the picture. There was no way to record the fluoroscope image, so the three doctors would have to study their patient’s fluoroscope scans carefully and commit them to memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last they felt they were ready, and Taussig began to search for a proper patient. On November 29, 1944, they operated on a little girl named Eileen. Although fifteen months old, Eileen only weighed nine pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas had planned to be in the observation room, watching the operation. Blalock said no – he felt more comfortable with Thomas close enough to give him advice. In preparation for the operation, Thomas had performed the procedure over 100 times on animals. Blalock had been taught the procedure by Thomas, but had actually done it only once. Breaking all the rules of the time, Thomas entered the operating room and guided Blalock through the operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen’s heart never stopped beating and her blood vessels were only as thick as a matchstick. After about 90 minutes, Blalock was finished. Everyone held their breath as he removed the last clamp from a blood vessel. After a long pause, Helen Taussig said “Al, the baby’s lips are a glorious pink color.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proven to be a success, Blalock’s team performed nearly 300 operations in less than a year. Surgeons came from around the world to study Blalock’s new surgical procedures, only to learn that Thomas was the expert, not Blalock or Taussig. Still, the operation was known as the “Blalock-Taussig Shunt,” named for the surgeon who performed it and the doctor who suggested it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blalock retired in 1964 and died four months later. For six years, Thomas continued to teach but took on no major project – almost as if he were in mourning. But as the 1970’s began, more and more African-Americans were entering the Hopkins Medical School. To them, Vivien Thomas was not just one of their teachers, he became their mentor. And just as he had guided Blalock so many years before, Thomas’ advice and support guided a new generation of doctors through medical school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas died in 1985, just a few days before his autobiography was published.* Today, Vivien Thomas is almost unknown to the general public. But Dr. Alfred Blalock never forgot him. If someone stood too close to his right shoulder during an operation, Blalock would tell them to back away. “Only Vivien may stand there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Thomas’ autobiography has been reissued with a new title: Partners of the Heart: Vivien Thomas and his work with Alfred Blalock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-2872306378611866487?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/2872306378611866487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=2872306378611866487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/2872306378611866487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/2872306378611866487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2008/12/belated-thing-for-me-to-be-thankful-for.html' title='A belated thing for me to be thankful for'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-2008870652828409404</id><published>2008-12-09T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:37:36.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Astrid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ointment'/><title type='text'>I feel like a bad mom...</title><content type='html'>I feel like a bad mom! Every time I lay Astrid down in her crib to go to bed she does nothing but cry! I know that most of the time her crying doesn't bother me, but Zoe wasn't like this!  And I think she got into the diaper rash ointment too, because tonight when I had to go get her because she was crying, it looked like she had ointment up her nose.  Now she's back in bed because she wouldn't drink any of her bottle, and she's crying.  Argh!  And I did check the crib, and there is ointment on the railing, and a bit on her stuffed dog, and the ointment is on the floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-2008870652828409404?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/2008870652828409404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=2008870652828409404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/2008870652828409404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/2008870652828409404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-like-bad-mom.html' title='I feel like a bad mom...'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-8241013040246431323</id><published>2008-12-03T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:38:10.565-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modest dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Now I'm sad</title><content type='html'>After writing my ode to my dress yesterday, I'm not gonna get to go to the Christmas party after all. Waah!  James doesn't want to go, and it's no fun by yourself, and we can't afford the babysitting either there at the hotel or here at home because we'd need someone to sleep over with the girls, plus they've been acting suspicious all week like they might be getting a bit sick, so I figured the other parents would not want my girls sharing any germs in close quarters.  The company has a few rooms out of their giant block set aside for babysitting, but it's going to be like 20 kids smashed into like 2 rooms because 2 are going to be set aside for sleeping.  I'm so sad.  But there's no backing out now because I emailed the girl who's planning the whole thing and told her we couldn't go, so now I get to go back to Nordstrom and return my dress.  Oh well. Perhaps it will fund a nice present or 2 for the girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-8241013040246431323?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/8241013040246431323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=8241013040246431323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/8241013040246431323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/8241013040246431323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2008/12/now-im-sad.html' title='Now I&apos;m sad'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-7920816821367489042</id><published>2008-12-02T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:48:05.049-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modest dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Bless Nordstrom</title><content type='html'>So I have a company Christmas party coming up on Friday.  It's at the Alyeska Prince Hotel in Girdwood and is supposed to be "semi-formal".  Me, being the pretty casual girl I am - other than church clothes- had NOTHING that would work.  I had to get a new dress for it last year and that was horrible too since I was 7 months pregnant, and couldn't wear anything that was actually CUTE. So, I had been wanting to get a dress for ages, but thought I should at least see what is here in town before I ordered online.  First I went to David's Bridal because I wanted to see if they had any decent dresses - they did but NONE HAD SLEEVES! Oh sure I could have gotten a jacket or something, but I just kept thinking "what if I want to take it off if I get hot??" No no, that will not do.  So next I went to Gottschalks.  Well, I don't know how there selection was because I could hardly see it - that's how hidden and minuscule I felt it was.  I was so sad.  By the way, this was this past Friday - the day after Thanksgiving.  On Saturday, I went to the 5th Avenue mall and hit up Nordstrom (I do love Nordstrom). I went to their dress section and after poking around a bit it was clear the dress gods were favoring me! (Cue the angelic music) I had MULTIPLE options to choose from and they all had sleeves!!!! Oh yay!  Now, I know I have not been through the temple because my husband is not active in church, and so we were not married in the temple, but I still like to maintain some semblance of modesty where I can, so having sleeves was a non-negotiable.   Here are the 3 options I had to choose from in the end:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/STT1UDEhPsI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZMeacyQCQWg/s1600-h/option1dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/STT1UDEhPsI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZMeacyQCQWg/s320/option1dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275110788328144578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/STT1fooHnMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X9PjXAdjKq0/s1600-h/option2dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/STT1fooHnMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X9PjXAdjKq0/s320/option2dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275110987388132546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now the 3rd option picture is not exactly the dress I tried on because Nordstrom didn't have it on their site.  The one I tried on is longer and has tiers in the skirt - although it is purple and the neckline and sleeves are pretty much the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/STT13V0-n1I/AAAAAAAAACA/-eqqNGLiykY/s1600-h/somewhatoption3dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/STT13V0-n1I/AAAAAAAAACA/-eqqNGLiykY/s320/somewhatoption3dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275111394658656082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Option 3 is the one I went with, by the way, but it was a tough decision! And for those of you ladies who want a modest dress (or relatively so) Nordstrom does have quite a few options online that have sleeves and don't leave everything hanging out for the world to see.  Bless Nordstrom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-7920816821367489042?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/7920816821367489042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=7920816821367489042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/7920816821367489042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/7920816821367489042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2008/12/bless-nordstrom.html' title='Bless Nordstrom'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/STT1UDEhPsI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZMeacyQCQWg/s72-c/option1dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-1720847061700472169</id><published>2008-11-27T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:54:25.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoe'/><title type='text'>All hail the new Nelson Family UNO champion!</title><content type='html'>So I told James last Sunday that we should play UNO as a family, because I had heard a lady in church talk about how their family played - even their 4 year old, and he sometimes won. Tonight was the inaugural Nelson family UNO game. In the first round, right out of the gate, Zoe won! And not only won, but she got over 200 points from James and I.  Next round, James won, and only got 37 points. The next 2 rounds, Zoe won, and ended up with a grand total of 333 points!  I will say that she does play with all her cards out on the table in front of her, but even with that she still won fair and square.  I don't know what that says about our UNO abilities, although James was saying that he didn't call her on her failure to quickly call UNO a few times so she didn't have to draw cards, but still.  I'm guessing that we will probably end up playing this a bunch at our house, but that's okay, UNO's a fun game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, Happy Thanksgiving!  Now the Christmas Countdown can begin - who's ready?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-1720847061700472169?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/1720847061700472169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=1720847061700472169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/1720847061700472169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/1720847061700472169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-hail-new-nelson-family-uno-champion.html' title='All hail the new Nelson Family UNO champion!'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-5680550179072285937</id><published>2008-11-23T20:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:22:59.654-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laurel'/><title type='text'>You can give a girl a recyclable, reusable grocery bag but you can't make her use it!</title><content type='html'>So I was driving today to the store cause we were out of milk (for several days) amongst other things,  and I was thinking about how when I was growing up in LA, every house was given a cool recycling bin to use. First it was a small yellow bin like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SSo2QT5GIWI/AAAAAAAAABg/bU06F6aJLbc/s1600-h/art_yellow_bin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SSo2QT5GIWI/AAAAAAAAABg/bU06F6aJLbc/s320/art_yellow_bin.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272085967636144482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that we dragged out and put next to our trash cans.   Then they upgraded to a big blue bin that looked more like this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SSo4MHazYTI/AAAAAAAAABo/yInn_0nP0aU/s1600-h/bin_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SSo4MHazYTI/AAAAAAAAABo/yInn_0nP0aU/s320/bin_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272088094591639858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This, along with a green bin for yard trimmings was hauled out to the curb with our trash every week, and 2 trash trucks would come by. One was for trash and one was for all the recyling.  Anyway, I was thinking about my recyclable bags in the back of my car on the way to the store.  I am all into using them exclusively and getting away from the plastic bags, but what happens?  All too often I forget them in the car and I don't remember them until I've already got the girls in the cart and I'm trooping my way through the store.  So what do I still have under my sink, despite my best intentions? Oh that would be a pile of bags.  So what do those LA bins have in common with my current situation?  I think it would be that having the tools at your disposal  to be more environmentally conscious doesn't do you any good unless it's also pretty much foolproof and made so that there's very little chance of forgetting about it! I keep my bags in the car, but for me I guess that's not enough, since I am the Goldfish Girl. (Goldfish have a memory span of 3 seconds, and apparently I do too.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-5680550179072285937?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/5680550179072285937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=5680550179072285937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/5680550179072285937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/5680550179072285937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-can-give-girl-recyclable-reusable.html' title='You can give a girl a recyclable, reusable grocery bag but you can&apos;t make her use it!'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SSo2QT5GIWI/AAAAAAAAABg/bU06F6aJLbc/s72-c/art_yellow_bin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130991981452461275.post-6816105334501016741</id><published>2008-11-22T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:15:41.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laurel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Astrid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About us'/><title type='text'>Jumping in - or at least getting a toe wet</title><content type='html'>So I shall see how this goes.  I've been intrigued by blogging for a while now, especially by all my friends who have blogs. I follow them religiously, but lets face it, a blog is just a journal in my opinion, and that was NEVER my strong suit as a kid.  Or as a teen. Or as an adult.  I'd try it, and do it for a couple days, and then forget about it for years and years.  So we shall see what this brings.  Those who read this blog probably know all about me and my family, but maybe I'll get some people who are not so familiar.  My husband, James and I have been married for almost 7 years.  We have 2 daughters - Zoe is 4, and Astrid is 9 months old.  We have 2 cats - Kitty-brie and Artemis. They are sisters, and also girls. My poor husband is surrounded by girls - hence the name of the blog.  We live in Anchorage, Alaska.  James grew up in Valdez from 5th grade through the end of high school.  I grew up in Los Angeles, but always hated the heat, which was why I was interested in moving up here - especially when he told me that it usually never gets above 75 degrees in the summer! I said "that's it! I'll move to Alaska!".  However, he never told me we also have summers like this summer, which has gone on record as being one of the coolest, wettest, and non-sunny summers on record. Times like that make me wish I were somewhere warmer - until I read about record breaking heat, and then you couldn't pay me enough to move there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe is a happy little girl who loves preschool, DINOSAURS,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SSkPDps-r4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/FG7331IuZX4/s1600-h/zoe%27s+face2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SSkPDps-r4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/FG7331IuZX4/s320/zoe%27s+face2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271761394222411650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Diego, Max and Ruby, Wow Wow Wubbzy,  Little Einsteins, and the villains in movies and stories. She's a funny girl who likes to laugh, and likes to make us laugh.  She is a special girl who has been through more than she should in her short life.  For those who don't know, Zoe was born with heart defects.  In medical speak she has Hypoplastic Right Heart Syndroms (HRHS), Pulmonary Atresia, and Ebstein's Anomaly.  In layman's terms, the right side of her heart is too small, and the valves that pump blood to the arteries to the lungs are pretty much nonexistent.  She basically has half a heart.  She has had 3 surgeries - 1 at 2 weeks of age, 1 at 6 months, and the 3rd was this past March when she was 3 and a half.  She has had multiple trips to the cardiac cath lab, which always involve anesthesia, and she is a miracle child.  If she had been born even as early as 25 or 30 years ago, she would not be alive because they did not do these surgeries before that.  Well, they did the 1st and 2nd stages, but not the 3rd. Heart hugs to anyone else who has been through that, and there are quite a few of you. Heart defects are the most common birth defect there is; approximately 1 out of every 100 babies is born with a defect of some kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrid is our baby, she is 9 months old. She likes crawling, urping, eating, putting things in her mouth, babbling, and generally being cute.  She is a gigantic girl - she is about 22 pounds (which puts her above the 90th percentile) and is 28 and 3/4 inches (a tad smaller, just below the 90th percentile), but that makes for great roly poly legs and arms. Quite the pudge pot! Photo courtesy of my friend Rachael - click &lt;a href="http://www.rachaelpenman.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see her great site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SSkPqfoiTCI/AAAAAAAAABY/s7KXV-4Z4Io/s1600-h/Astrid+Basket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SSkPqfoiTCI/AAAAAAAAABY/s7KXV-4Z4Io/s320/Astrid+Basket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271762061534317602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James is a geek - a nerd, however you want to put it.  He runs a computer repair business from home - see &lt;a href="http://www.alaskacomputerdoctor.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to find out about it - if you're local give him a call! He's fabulous!  He also is a WAHD - Work at Home Dad, hence a Stay at Home Dad.  He has a great relationship with the girls now since he's been home to watch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a working mom, and the head of this crew. I work for the Anchorage office of KPMG - a Big 4 Accounting firm.  I like working for that company a lot, though there are things in the office I don't like so much, but isn't that how it is for everyone?  Anyway, stay tuned to see if I can keep this up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3130991981452461275-6816105334501016741?l=ljzanelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/feeds/6816105334501016741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3130991981452461275&amp;postID=6816105334501016741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/6816105334501016741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3130991981452461275/posts/default/6816105334501016741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljzanelson.blogspot.com/2008/11/jumping-in-or-at-least-getting-toe-wet.html' title='Jumping in - or at least getting a toe wet'/><author><name>Laurel Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651690736938066392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SRvdvfyJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdhnwDSFttg/S220/mommy+and+zoe+at+the+state+fair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fs7J6RVR93U/SSkPDps-r4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/FG7331IuZX4/s72-c/zoe%27s+face2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
