<?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-765949137194072930</id><updated>2011-12-01T22:33:58.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>zigtozag</title><subtitle type='html'>anything i write is under the influence of coffee and not enough sleep.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.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-765949137194072930.post-2095045955591463274</id><published>2011-11-27T09:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T09:20:21.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 plus years later</title><content type='html'>wow time flew by since i last posted. today i am having my son's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;upshernish&lt;/span&gt;. wow my baby is 3! my oldest is 7 going on 8 and i have another baby, almost a year old. it is funny how life changes or stays the same, i am in the same place right now. but not exactly, i worked, had busing for my kids, didn't have busing, i picked up and dropped off. was in the house almost the whole week, now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; mostly out of the house. kids changed schools. my life wasn't exactly how i planned it to be. i guess i am forging my own way in the world, its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; how you think that your life will be a certain way, buy my 10 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt; i would have a stable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;parnossah&lt;/span&gt; and buy a house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;..  um no. that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; schools would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xyz&lt;/span&gt;. that they would start in kindergarten and go all the way up. no. i had to change one of my kids schools. my other child is a special ed school. i do see that everything is for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-2095045955591463274?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/2095045955591463274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2011/11/2-plus-years-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/2095045955591463274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/2095045955591463274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2011/11/2-plus-years-later.html' title='2 plus years later'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-8254742429653717765</id><published>2009-08-23T11:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:36:29.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>we just came back from a vacation. it was really nice to leave the city. fresh air and grass was all the kids needed. they could amuse themselves for hours looking at the flora and fauna. they loved to run around in circles in the grass. they never saw so much space! we live in the ghetto, both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jewish&lt;/span&gt; and non &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jewish&lt;/span&gt; we live in the 'hood. cramped inside and only a busy side walk outside, there isn't place to run around. in the winter when the kids are in school it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. but i wish we could at least use the buildings courtyard. oh well city living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't bring a lot of toys with me but the kids were occupied with;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;throw a ball down from the loft and around down the stairs and go look where it fell. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt; channel- no more, i had enough of it,i do not like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Montana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;run around outside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rip grass and throw it on the babies head&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;run out the door as soon as no one is looking so we can play find the toddler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;run up and down the stairs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;of course some things have to go wrong on a family trip. there was a teething baby, cranky 5 year old. and d was sick she was kind enough to throw clear liquid. but she really wasn't herself. the good thing was that we could do quiet activities and i didn't have to worry about her showing her personality. someone said such well behaved children! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, one took a nap the other got to use the computer and one was in floppy, sick mode. she was really like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;life size&lt;/span&gt; rag doll. i had to prop her up in the chair in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day we were able to go hiking, she stayed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;zeide&lt;/span&gt; and i didn't have to worry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; her jumping too close to the edge. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; with m on his back and me with a 9 month old in the baby carrier and y all made it to the top of the mountain! i didn't think that i would make it up there. the baby is pretty heavy. the first time we did the hike y was 4 months old and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; had him in the baby carrier. i was not in god condition then but we made it. this time i was used to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;schlepping&lt;/span&gt; heavy things and walking. i wasn't sure that y would make it. he never did a longer hike before. he got scared in the middle of the way and had to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;schlepped&lt;/span&gt; to the top. but he was really proud of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;himself&lt;/span&gt; when he made it. then he jumped all the way down. - we climbed the ridge of mount &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Mansfield&lt;/span&gt;. from the nose area to the chin. it was a lot of fun. but i couldn't move afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m my 2 year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; did some hiking he was very good at it! it was a short hike but it was fun! we hiked down to a river. the kids got soaked, they jumped from rock to rock. they loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made it home after being in the car for 10 hours. we could have gone to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Niagara&lt;/span&gt;! it was only supposed to be a 6 hour trip. but they closed on of the highways. so we had to go on a detour. then it was pouring buckets of rain so we couldn't go fast. but we made it home before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;shabbos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; now its back to regular life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-8254742429653717765?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/8254742429653717765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/08/back.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/8254742429653717765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/8254742429653717765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/08/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-5375798221466325123</id><published>2009-08-05T12:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:30:46.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>shop the shchuna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.crownheights.info/index.php?itemid=20242"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kinderific&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the store opened i thought that it would close a year later, remember the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kiddi&lt;/span&gt; store on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;albany&lt;/span&gt; where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mimulo&lt;/span&gt; was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they lasted longer than that. i wish them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to shop the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shchuna&lt;/span&gt; but its hard to when everything is  really expensive. i wish they had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;boytique&lt;/span&gt; for girls. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fyi&lt;/span&gt; the price on french toast shirts is cheaper than the french toast website. i needed shirts for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ds&lt;/span&gt;. so i checked around the web and tried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;boytique&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bh&lt;/span&gt; there are people in ch who can pay for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kidi&lt;/span&gt; couture and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; glad that the stores on ch have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;uniforms&lt;/span&gt; so they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;guaranteed&lt;/span&gt; business but i wish that there was a cheaper option. that is why i shop mall stores&lt;br /&gt;for me gap is on the expensive side. but its a lot cheaper than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sonia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;rykial&lt;/span&gt;! or other designer brand. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not paying 30$ for a white shirt.  i shop the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;childrens&lt;/span&gt; place monster sales! an outfit for a 1!   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; it was a baby girls out fit that i found in the outlet store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-5375798221466325123?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/5375798221466325123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/08/shop-shchuna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/5375798221466325123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/5375798221466325123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/08/shop-shchuna.html' title='shop the shchuna'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-4940631040307681084</id><published>2009-07-01T23:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:29:52.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>links</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://orthonomics.blogspot.com/2009/07/regardless-of-ability-to-pay-policy.html#links"&gt;Orthonomics &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is talking about tuition and can a school really be able to help everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yeshivabound.com/"&gt;www.yeshivabound.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking about affording tuition. this site is to help 2 boys go to yeshiva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-4940631040307681084?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/4940631040307681084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/07/orthonomics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/4940631040307681084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/4940631040307681084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/07/orthonomics.html' title='links'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-6081307165159611323</id><published>2009-07-01T22:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:22:59.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tuition</title><content type='html'>this word gets me really upset. i am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;religious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. my kids need to go to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;religious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; school. i do not need the fast track to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Harvard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i do not need fancy labs or sports complexes. i need a basic education for my children. i looked at the cost of sending my children to school. wow! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; how can anyone afford this? 8,000. that is only for one child. i have more than one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;k'h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. that is the price for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 1 a- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- to 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; grade i think that is what it is. i saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;advertisements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. wow my eyeballs almost popped out 18,000 that is for one child. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;b'h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i have more than one.... how does anyone manage to pay for it? they say that will give a discount 14,000. wow thank you so much! now i can send my child to school. yeah right. the price was based on what it cost to operate the school assuming that the teachers will get really good living wage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;salaries&lt;/span&gt;. i can speak form both sides. a teacher has to be able to get paid. it isn't fair that there are teachers who aren't paid on time. this can go on for months. how will they take care of their families? what about the parents who are working really hard but are not making enough money? 8,000* 4= 32,000. that is a lot of money its not including food shelter clothing etc... 14,000 * 4 = 72,000.&lt;br /&gt;the tuition &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;committees&lt;/span&gt; say take out loans, put it on the credit card, sacrifice, sacrifice... what should we scrimp on? food, lights ? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so maybe there are some people who don't really need the help but there are a lot of people that do. isn't a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;jewish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; education important? what if you cannot afford it? public school isn't an option. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;home school&lt;/span&gt; might not work. it depends on the family. what should you do. what bugs me is that there are all of these ads help send a child to school. let them have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;jewish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; education. what about a child already in the community that can't afford to go to school?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-6081307165159611323?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/6081307165159611323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/07/tuition.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/6081307165159611323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/6081307165159611323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/07/tuition.html' title='tuition'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-2236998132690102435</id><published>2009-06-21T12:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:26:20.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tmi</title><content type='html'>i used to think that some things where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tmi&lt;/span&gt;- too much information, like describing bodily functions. i didn't like the smell of urine in preschool classrooms. well this is all part of my life now. the yucky kiddie bathroom. i have no idea what they do in there. but it needs to be cleaned every 20 minutes. i am happy though that the bathroom is used! i don't have to be so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;involved&lt;/span&gt; in there business. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tushy&lt;/span&gt; wiping. i would rather that than change a million diapers. the worst thing is either potty training or dealing with a toddler who likes to rip off his diaper and play with the contents. i never thought that i would yell don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shmear&lt;/span&gt; your sisters #2! or don't play with your own! if i have to deal with random stools and wet areas i might as well be potty training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;potty training isn't for the faint hearted. pull ups didn't really work for me. they are good in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;. like if dd decided that she wanted to try to use the toilet when we were out of the house. i could just pull it up and down. in the house i tried to her the child go bottomless. it did the trick. and the child made some interesting tricks on the way of being potty trained. i got used to puddles and cute little piles that were easy to clean. if i have to deal with it, it might as well be easy to clean! i used to think that my child had to be ready to train. it dragged out with y he winded up training himself when he was 3 years old and 3 months. he knew where the potty was and he decided to use it. finally! i tried getting him trained by 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! not fun. accident after accident. he was trained at home for #1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;but not&lt;/span&gt; for 2. also at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;gan&lt;/span&gt; he was trained for #1. i was so used to washing underwear in the sink that i considered using cloth diapers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; talked me out of it.  well any way i decided to go back to diapers for y. so he trained himself when he got older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with d i knew that she was ready she really wanted to use the bathroom. but i knew that she would have problems in camp, so i waited until she was home in the summer. we had potty training boot camp. it wasn't only for her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; and i had to learn elimination communication. i never thought that i could be so in tune with a child. i learned when she needed to be taken to the bathroom. i also learned what she needed to do there. we still have to do this. you need to go go! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; take you. i wish i figures out how to train her for the  night.  a diaper a day isn't the end of the world. i think that i will buy a toy and tell her that she will get if if she is dry for a week. it worked for y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought that i would take an interest in what was made in a diaper, or out of it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; and i discuss the contents of it. not to be gross but i want to know if the baby is sick. or if it was a corny diaper. red velvet cake makes interesting diapers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-2236998132690102435?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/2236998132690102435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/06/tmi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/2236998132690102435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/2236998132690102435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/06/tmi.html' title='tmi'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-7578093083137712651</id><published>2009-06-14T22:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:32:13.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i did it!</title><content type='html'>i don't know why i have such a fear of taking everyone out at the same time. i did it when there was only 3 now instead of 1 kid in the stroller i have 2. i walked almost every day. i went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; i had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; needed something so i was forced to go. no not that way. i was given the push that i needed to attempt to get out of the house. no - mental push. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! i have a mental block thinking that it will be hard or that i don't have the energy to go somewhere. but i know that i am capable of doing it. i always walk home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so i cheat and take a taxi when i could have walked. but then i justify it if i walked it would take 30 minutes and then everything would be over. taking a taxi only takes 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids thought that there was school today so y picked out his clothes and got dressed. d also wanted to get dressed. it made my life easier i only had 2 left to get dressed. my plan was to go get ice cream and buy a birthday present for an upershernish that we are iy'h going to go to tomorrow. y said can we to the museum? hm. let me think about that why not? i was thinking about trying it. i took the kids to the park and shopping on the avenue. why don't we try it? the kids walked really nicely over there, no complaining or kvechting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they said there would be kosher food in the cafeteria. last time i went they did have food. i brought along some cookies and crakers. oops they didn't have anything substantial to eat. i bought them chips and a banana and pepsi. they were really happy with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything started out ok. they listened to me. stay as a group no running off.... we went around the exihbits. i really should take my 2 yearold during the week. he would love it! my baby got kvechty he wanted to sleep. i had to run after d. she did not want to listen, then y started to not listen so well. i tried to stick it out but then i decided that the museum was closing soon. i might as well go home. they had to learn how to listen. they walked home. i told them that if we walked home nicely they would get a treat. nicely means holding on to the stroller, no complaining, no dawdling. they all got a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-7578093083137712651?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/7578093083137712651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-did-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/7578093083137712651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/7578093083137712651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-did-it.html' title='i did it!'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-8543901726782676599</id><published>2009-05-20T10:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:59:29.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom</title><content type='html'>freedom, well sort of. this past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; and i decided to split up. i took the 2 oldest  kids to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Manhattan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; museum and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; took the baby and toddler to a wine and cheese tasting.&lt;br /&gt;it was nice to leave the house without a stroller, not to worry about taking a bus; i have to fold my stroller and make sure that my baby can stand up, not walk away, make it up the stairs, get everything on the bus without harming any bystanders and pay, and not lose the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;metro card&lt;/span&gt;. so with 2 big kids its a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mechaya&lt;/span&gt;! i just have to hold their hands! thank g-d &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; is very into the kids being able to walk. if you are over 3 you have to learn how to walk. and no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;stroller&lt;/span&gt; if you are older.&lt;br /&gt;my kids loved the subway, that was one of the highlights of the trip! we made it to the museum they had a great time. we were closer to another subway stop so we went the other direction. i saw a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;gymboree&lt;/span&gt;! i saw something online that i wanted to get. there was a sale going on. 30% off it was only online or if you printed out a coupon. since i joined the *printer of the month club. i didn't have a printer i went in the store to check it out. there was a video in the back. y was really happy! i was happy that my kids could sit down and be occupied and not whine about life. the store was happy, i would be spending money there now that i could shop in peace and quiet! i got 3 matching vests and a shirt and tights! score everything turned out to be the original price of one vest! i love shopping! dd fell asleep in the store i had to hold her while i paid. she woke up afterward.&lt;br /&gt;we got some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hair things&lt;/span&gt; for dd! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! she lets me put things in her hair now! she doesn't scream like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to find out where the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wmds&lt;/span&gt; are. i could work for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;gitmo&lt;/span&gt; according to her. wow me singing and brushing her hair it could make a 3 year old lose it. with a little patience -3 years- she now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lets&lt;/span&gt; me make her into a pretty princes, and not look like a ragamuffin. we had a great time in the store. y enjoyed picking things out for his sister. lol! he has good taste.&lt;br /&gt;we walked 10 blocks to another subway stop. the kids liked walking, i enjoyed walking down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;uws&lt;/span&gt;. i finally go to the stage that i could leave the house and go where i want! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so maybe not exactly what i want. but close enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; took the other 2 to a wine and cheese tasting. he got to taste a lot of nice wine, and the 2 year old enjoyed the cheese and crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* we bought a printer y broke it after a week or so. we bought another printer, it lasted a day. he went to zeide, he almost broke that printer. so i call it printer of the month club&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-8543901726782676599?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/8543901726782676599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/05/freedom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/8543901726782676599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/8543901726782676599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/05/freedom.html' title='freedom'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-112489380539187310</id><published>2009-05-11T17:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:47:57.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>american idol</title><content type='html'>i don't really watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;american&lt;/span&gt; idol. i only watch the reruns of the tryouts. it is really funny to watch the people who think that they have the greatest voices and they do not. where was their family? how come they were allowed to humiliate themselves? having an ego is good, but these people really thought that they can be the next kelly clarkson. i do not have that problem. i have my very own simon and paula. any time i try to sing my kids tell me, mommy please stop! no! don't sing! ok. ok. i get the point. i will not try out for american idol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-112489380539187310?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/112489380539187310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-idol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/112489380539187310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/112489380539187310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-idol.html' title='american idol'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-8570464095869634048</id><published>2009-05-03T10:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T10:58:50.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>music</title><content type='html'>music can be a wonderful thing it can enhance your life. or it can ruin you day. right now it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sefira&lt;/span&gt; where i can't listen to music, b/c we are mourning the 24,000 students of rabbi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;akiva&lt;/span&gt; who passed away b/c of lack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ahavas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yisroel&lt;/span&gt;.  so no life music or anything with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;instruments&lt;/span&gt;. i listen to acapella music. it sounds really good i'm enjoying the music too much! it sounds so good. shouldn't sefira be hard? that we should remember what happened? but music makes such a difference it puts cranky kids into to a better mood- also a cranky mommy!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music can ruin your day or night if its not your own. my neighbors put on the most annoying music, sreachy country music whenever i want to take a nap. last night someone decided that 1-5 am was a really good time for a loud party. ahhh! i went to bed early thinking that i will get a good nights sleep. yeah right. i thought about calling 311 but i couldn't tell where the music was coming from. i was tempted to get dressed and go through the building to see where it came from, but then i realised that i share a courtyard with another building. thank g-d i fell asleep, and i slept in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-8570464095869634048?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/8570464095869634048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/05/music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/8570464095869634048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/8570464095869634048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/05/music.html' title='music'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-591425079634445059</id><published>2009-04-29T16:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:57:48.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>precious moments</title><content type='html'>precious moments, what else can i call it? my baby is asleep on me now. i can't get anything done. i need to put the laundry away, make the beds, cook supper, clean the house...... i look at pictures of my oldest who is 5! wow time flew by so fast, where did my baby go? who is this kid? how do i know you? i look at my daughter, where is my baby? your going to be 4 in the summer? i miss my baby girl. well baby not the colic and the screaming and tantrums. i like who she is now. there is a light at the end of the tunnel of difficult babies and toddlers. - i hope that she will be an easy teenager, please G-d!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i was in survival mode let us end the day in one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt;! every moment felt like eternity, and also flashed by. i'm glad that i can redo it all again. i am trying to be in the moment, to realize that time can go by so fast. even though it feels like its really hard now. i will miss it. i will have many years where i will be able to get everything done, to have a perfect house with cooked suppers everynight. but this moment i will not be able to get back again. sooner than i think my baby will be a grown up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-591425079634445059?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/591425079634445059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/04/precious-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/591425079634445059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/591425079634445059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/04/precious-moments.html' title='precious moments'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-7470342199750675454</id><published>2009-04-19T11:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T11:57:29.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5, almost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SetJ3KH5MeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ktEB2rTj5pI/s1600-h/yingy+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SetJ3KH5MeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ktEB2rTj5pI/s320/yingy+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326432196254839266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW  y is 5! the time flew! i remember when he was supposed to come. he took his time. a day before i was going to be induced he started to make his way out. it took a pretty long time for it to be over. i saw his blond hair and blue eyes, i thought  that there was a mistake. me, have a child with blond hair and blue eyes? weird. well i got to know y. he looks like me. well the male version of me. time really went by fast. h used to be a blob that cried and wanted to eat. now he is a person who cries and wants to eat. he also can say what is on his mind. happy birthday y!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-7470342199750675454?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/7470342199750675454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/04/5-almost.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/7470342199750675454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/7470342199750675454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/04/5-almost.html' title='5, almost'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SetJ3KH5MeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ktEB2rTj5pI/s72-c/yingy+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-7299052578528477815</id><published>2009-03-27T10:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:12:31.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think of things to write when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; out of the house or trying to fall asleep. how come all the best discussions happen at bad times? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; and i where talking about life. it was really fun. but it happened at 2 am. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pesach&lt;/span&gt; is closer than i want it to be. we should have been cleaning. no we weren't we were talking. it was great to talk as adults. the subject wasn't kids or the color and exact &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;description&lt;/span&gt; of bowel movements. something i never thought that i would describe in such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;detail&lt;/span&gt;. but politics and the world. hey i do have a brain. i am not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shackled&lt;/span&gt; women who is enslaved tied down by nursing. (there is an article about this. a little bit pregnant links to it) wait sometimes i do feel tied down. but then i tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; bye, i have to go do errands. i like to keep up on current events. i read newspapers, nothing else to do on shabbos, when i'm nursing... i read the drudge report, nothing else to do while nursing. i keep up with imamother, facebook, cafemom... nothing else to do while nursing. wait maybe i am shackled!? i have a baby and that is what they do. they need to eat. i know that all too soon he will be a toddler. i have to enjoy this time with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-7299052578528477815?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/7299052578528477815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-of-things-to-write-when-im-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/7299052578528477815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/7299052578528477815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-of-things-to-write-when-im-out.html' title=''/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-6525861019498246352</id><published>2009-03-10T08:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:42:02.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SbZtXXeqyyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-L73DkBsM60/s1600-h/yide+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SbZtXXeqyyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-L73DkBsM60/s320/yide+122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311553058737146658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have asked for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;moshiach&lt;/span&gt;! i got what i wanted i got sleep. i also got a fever and a sore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;throat&lt;/span&gt;. i was in bed as soon as my dh came home. i slept from 1-6 i was up for a bit and then went back to sleep. i slept the whole night. then next day i still was feverish. i had an upset stomach, fun. atleast is wasn't anything else. my other flu is 3 months old.  i guess this time it really was the flu, or something else that really wasn't all that fun. it was nice sleeping the whole day and night and part of the next day and knowing that tatty is with the kids. thank g-d he let me sleep. i was annoyed that it had to happen the sunday before purim. i wanted to make hamentashen with the kids. tannis esther i didn't have to fast because i was nursing. thank g-d i started to feel better in the afternoon i made mishalach manos with them. they were very helpful, after wwe got over the fact that we are not eatin the nash we are giving it to our friends. they got to taste the granola bars and apples and of course the candy. even m my 21 month old helped me! i actually have all the mishaloch manos ready to go. usually i am doing them and dh is waiting to go deliver them. a freliechen purim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-6525861019498246352?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/6525861019498246352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleep-part-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/6525861019498246352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/6525861019498246352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleep-part-2.html' title='sleep part 2'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SbZtXXeqyyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-L73DkBsM60/s72-c/yide+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-3164537484239709366</id><published>2009-03-05T20:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:27:45.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep</title><content type='html'>sleep is really important. how come i can't get any sleep? i saw a prize for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; auction, a night out on the town and a hotel room, and babysitting! oh a hotel room! forget about anything romantic. a good nights sleep is something i really want! i feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; walking around in an alternate universe. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sleepless&lt;/span&gt;; or the wake up every 2 hours when i am really tired. i walk around with a fuzzy feeling in my head. it takes forever for me to get anything done. i fall asleep when i feed the baby. then i feel slightly better. the problem is that i am wide awake at night. then it starts again; i really need to fall asleep. the baby that usally sleeps a long streatch at night decides to wake up at 3. then at 5, 7.... i can put the baby down for 20 minutes before i have to get up those are the best sleep i get the whole night. too bad i have to get  up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-3164537484239709366?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/3164537484239709366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/3164537484239709366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/3164537484239709366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleep.html' title='sleep'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-2975406731342660205</id><published>2009-02-27T13:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:53:02.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ikea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ikea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, what a place! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and i furnished our house from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ikea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. we spent 3 days there getting what we needed. we were newly weds, we were testing our relationship. how were we going to deal with disagreements? how were we going to deal with differences in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;opinions&lt;/span&gt;. i started to shed my quiet persona. oops i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got a shock. i had a lot to say. we had a good time in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ikea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. a lot of memories, we ran out of gas, the gauge was running low. there weren't any signs showing us how to get off the highway and drove around in circles. we had to call for help. they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;took&lt;/span&gt; forever to come. basically we had a very "nice" honeymoon. we had to stay in a motel over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shabbos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. fun! we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ikea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;moztei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;shabbos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. we got everything we needed.&lt;br /&gt;it lasted pretty well. after 6 years we broke 3 chairs. the cheaper ones are better quality. i do want to get a new dresser. we also need a new couch cover.&lt;br /&gt;we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ikea&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;. we took 4 kids on public transportation. that wasn't a big deal. we always go by subway because we don't have a car. the problem was that there was a bus shuttle instead of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;subway&lt;/span&gt; train. we had to take a stroller that folded easily. so we took a single. i wore c the whole time. we had to get everyone down the stairs after the shuttle to the train. then find the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ikea&lt;/span&gt; bus stop. get on the bus.... we waited in line to put our dc in the play area. they were there for a half on hour. we took that time to see what we needed to buy and were we had to pick it up. picked up the kids walked and walked through the market place. we got our items. of course everything was mixed up and it was hard for dh to find the right matresses. we waited in line for about an hour the kids were pretty good. we were trying to keep them from going nuts. it was quite hectic! then we had to wait inline to get everything delivered  home. it was at least a half an hour over there. this time was really crazy. the kids were running around..... and kvechting. it was fun! i kept on saying dh help me watch the kids. he was but he also had to shlep the heavy things... and the kids were bouncing off the walls. we finally got out of there we took the bus. we decided to take a bus home instead of the subway. that would save us 2 steps. it would take us directly to the front of our house. we just a little problem, we had to find where the bus stop was. we asked a bus driver he told us where he thought it was. thankfully it was right. it was getting very cold out. we made to the bus and we got home. i got a gift card for 25$ because i got a certain set of matresses. i guess dh will go by himself or take y again. i could also give it away as a present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-2975406731342660205?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/2975406731342660205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/02/ikea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/2975406731342660205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/2975406731342660205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/02/ikea.html' title='ikea'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-1392674944280135906</id><published>2009-02-20T11:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:57:33.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;! so many things i need to buy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;purim&lt;/span&gt; is almost here. i have to buy mm for teachers, that means 6 teachers and 3 therapists. fun. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pesach&lt;/span&gt; is around the corner. i have to buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;matza&lt;/span&gt; etc..... my father is coming to visit this week he has a car i want to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;costco&lt;/span&gt;, but i don't have the money to go there. i don't want to borrow because its always easier to borrow than to pay back. something always comes up. household expenses are always around, food, diapers, laundry..... there is always something to buy. food prices went up. we have more people to feed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ky'h&lt;/span&gt;! save and pinch every penny. that is the only way out of this. i can do it but it is hard. i hate juggling all the bills. figuring out what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to pay when. it feels good to pay things off right away. there its done. no more. phew. i hate owing money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-1392674944280135906?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/1392674944280135906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/02/frustration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/1392674944280135906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/1392674944280135906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/02/frustration.html' title='frustration'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-424371762007286394</id><published>2009-02-12T22:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:11:11.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>opinions</title><content type='html'>every one thinks that they are right. that they can change someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; point of view. it can be politics; right wing- left wing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meshichists&lt;/span&gt;-anti, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ap&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;old school&lt;/span&gt; parenting, nursing - bottling feeding..... it can go on and on. no one will budge. give it up, don't bother. they will not ' see the light' their minds won't change. it will come to blows, or at least a lot of SHOUTING. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;uchh&lt;/span&gt;. give it up. stop it. just get along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-424371762007286394?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/424371762007286394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/02/opinions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/424371762007286394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/424371762007286394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/02/opinions.html' title='opinions'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-1221874752721065380</id><published>2009-02-05T22:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:52:26.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing</title><content type='html'>i had some time on my hands, m was put down for a nap. c needed to eat. i decided to nurse him in bed. he ate and fell asleep. i was free! i could clean the house, or go food shopping for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shabbos&lt;/span&gt;. i was really tired. i had zero energy. i let the waves of sleep take over. as i was falling asleep i thought; i am doing nothing, i am not getting anything accomplished. but wait i am! i am too tired to function. i need to rest. i am not going to be tired when i wake up. i will not snap at anyone from lack of patience because i am over tired. i am doing the right thing by doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a nice 2 hour nap, and i started to cook for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shabbos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-1221874752721065380?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/1221874752721065380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/1221874752721065380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/1221874752721065380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing.html' title='nothing'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-1864942716314691185</id><published>2009-01-26T11:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:27:14.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SX3kTmUpZ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RTL0jMSLyTE/s1600-h/-+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SX3kTmUpZ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RTL0jMSLyTE/s320/-+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295639762213365698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had 3 kids at home. d was sick. i decided that it was a good time to organize the pictures. i needed to make m an album, the other 2 had albums of their baby pictures and he was jealous. he is 18 months old. oh well, at least i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; put it together. i was looking at the pictures, wow time really flew. y was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;m's&lt;/span&gt; age and d was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;c's&lt;/span&gt; age. the oldest were 18 months and a newborn. they were so cute! the second set look exactly like the older ones. light, dark, light, dark. ( i could put c in a nice pink outfit.) when i look back at those times. it was a haze of sleepless nights and making it through the day, phew another day is over, another day a week a month a year. who are these kids? where are my babies? i have a one year old and a 2 year old. with c i am not looking forward waiting when will he get older. i am trying to enjoy every moment of babyhood. i am half asleep most of the time. thank g-d i have a camera, b/c children grow overnight. i can't pick y anymore. he weighs a ton. ok 50 pounds or so. wow he is going to be 5!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-1864942716314691185?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/1864942716314691185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/1864942716314691185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/1864942716314691185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SX3kTmUpZ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RTL0jMSLyTE/s72-c/-+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-7758405946308105185</id><published>2009-01-22T10:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:20:51.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cycles</title><content type='html'>How come my life is one big cycle? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; is the best. kids go to school, freedom! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; mommy and me and shopping, the baby is really good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;k'h&lt;/span&gt;! he is on a good schedule. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; night i might or might not have a good nights sleep. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; i have big plans of what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;accomplish&lt;/span&gt;, yea right! - yesterday was pretty good though!-  thursday i want to get a lot done, but its kvetchy day, the baby wants to eat every 2 hours... fun. friday the only way i can get things done is b/c of dh! he holds and feeds the baby. shabbos its not too bad i read and sleep when i'm with the baby. y is at shul, before you know it the day is over. sunday, maybe we will go somewhere or maybe not, hopefully 2 kids will be out of the house for a while!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-7758405946308105185?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/7758405946308105185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/01/cycles.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/7758405946308105185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/7758405946308105185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/01/cycles.html' title='cycles'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-5794107350140385717</id><published>2009-01-13T15:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:47:36.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>time, i have too much time on my hands. 3 more hours until bedtime, that is way too long. what!? it is 7:00 already time to go to bed. ok so i have the whole night to do things, nothing is on so i should be able to clean. i'm too tired to move, i'll watch anything. the baby wants to be held. it is 11:00. time for law and order. lets see how much i can get done in an hour. alright an hour and a half. sex and the city is on. i better go to bed. i hope c will sleep at night. 4:00 feeding - 6:00 feeding- 7:30 feeding. i drift off into a very deep sleep. i hear cyber chase and m crying. i better get up and everyone out of the house. rushing around, commanding,  put on your pants! put on your shirt! socks! shoes! while getting d dressed. down and out the door. phew! silence! mommy i want bati. whahhh c starts to cry. coffee then a full day ahead. i hope i can get something done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-5794107350140385717?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/5794107350140385717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/01/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/5794107350140385717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/5794107350140385717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2009/01/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-3121939815196971285</id><published>2008-12-29T20:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:27:28.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation is over!</title><content type='html'>vacation is over! what a relief! when i first heard what the vacation days were going to be, i thought maybe we can go away and do something. i looked at hotel rooms. thank g-d our family grew, we now need 2 hotel rooms. so that added to the cost of going away. we also need to rent a minivan. i looked up the prices of snow tubing, and found out that the kids have to be a certain height. oh well my kids are too short. i also have a toddler and a newborn so dh and i would have to take turns watching the kids. i guess we will wait until the kids are older and taller. so we wound up staying home. dh had a doctors app. on Friday so it was a crazy day with all the kids and i had to make shabbos. on Sunday i took dd to chunky cheese ( that's what ds calls it). then today i took ds with me to my app. then we went to chunky cheese. the whole world was there. on sunday there more fathers. and on monday the place was fuller. i had to wait in a million lines, ugh. i am not going back there anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-3121939815196971285?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/3121939815196971285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2008/12/vacation-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/3121939815196971285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/3121939815196971285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2008/12/vacation-is-over.html' title='vacation is over!'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-4966962875695704439</id><published>2008-12-26T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:47:24.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>erev shabbos</title><content type='html'>it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;erev&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shabbos&lt;/span&gt;. i need to cook and clean the house and put laundry away. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; is at the doctors. he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; will want to go to sleep since he works nights. nothing is done. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shabbos&lt;/span&gt; is going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gefilte&lt;/span&gt; fish and cold cuts. i still have a cold, i am so congested. i want to go to sleep. i mentioned to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; that so far the baby sleeps pretty well. ha i should have never said that, the past few days all he wants to do is be held or nursed. thank g-d i co sleep so i slept for a little. i need a good nights sleep! its also vacation from school. y watched speed racer so he didn't make any trouble. d played with noisy toys and bugged y. m was napping for a while. now he is up and the playroom is trashed. fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-4966962875695704439?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/4966962875695704439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2008/12/erev-shabbos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/4966962875695704439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/4966962875695704439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2008/12/erev-shabbos.html' title='erev shabbos'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-1743037026536619179</id><published>2008-12-25T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T14:55:29.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>with life you have to get used to change. as soon as you get used to something, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt; changes. i was single, then i got married. i had to get used to living with a man who was different than me. he had different ideas on how to do things. then we were expecting. i went to work. i had a baby etc.... my husband went to school as soon as i got used to his schedule, it was another semester. i got used to one baby then i was expecting, i got used to two babies, i went to work. then another pregnancy, another baby. i don't remember how i managed in the past, with only 2 kids. why am i overwhelmed? i was already in this situation. i have to figure out a way to make this work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-1743037026536619179?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/1743037026536619179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2008/12/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/1743037026536619179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/1743037026536619179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2008/12/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-7736605843305837183</id><published>2008-12-17T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:45:39.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>An acquaintance that i know just got divorced. she is around my age and has a dd around the same age as my dd. she also married a guy who had a different back round. i looked at my dh even though he drives me crazy sometimes, thank g-d for him. i really lucked out. its also good to know that its my friends 6th anniversary! mazel tov! wow time went by so fast! the bad news that really bothers me is that some one that i know of her baby passed away in a freak accident, i don't have any words to say, i hugged my baby, and said thank g-d he is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-7736605843305837183?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/7736605843305837183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2008/12/life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/7736605843305837183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/7736605843305837183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2008/12/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765949137194072930.post-2054794104398541959</id><published>2008-12-14T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T11:08:35.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mazel tov</title><content type='html'>mazel tov to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow i actually did it! i started a blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765949137194072930-2054794104398541959?l=ziggiwigi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/feeds/2054794104398541959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2008/12/mazel-tov.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/2054794104398541959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765949137194072930/posts/default/2054794104398541959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ziggiwigi.blogspot.com/2008/12/mazel-tov.html' title='mazel tov'/><author><name>zig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641378723807240286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E__w2UM4DSs/SmK15l_H0cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1wwtsxCwHHA/S220/Pictures+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
