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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.8.0 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Sat, 07 Nov 2009 21:28:59 GMT--><rss xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><title>Journal</title><link>http://theharrigans.squarespace.com/journal/</link><description></description><lastBuildDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 12:09:49 +0000</lastBuildDate><copyright></copyright><language>en-US</language><generator>Squarespace Site Server v5.8.0 (http://www.squarespace.com/)</generator><item><title>I Was Simply Speechless</title><dc:creator>Sarah</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2009 11:23:30 +0000</pubDate><link>http://theharrigans.squarespace.com/journal/2009/6/30/i-was-simply-speechless.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">148225:1363482:4478103</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>So... needless to say things have been quite busy and stressful lately due to work and family but that I will leave for another post.</p>
<p>At bedtime there are a few rituals that my kids have become accostumed to.&nbsp; I usually go to bed and read and relax.&nbsp; Peyton will come in just to cuddle for a few minutes.&nbsp; We usually will hold each other's hand but this particular night he said no.&nbsp;&nbsp; As any parent has done I tried to trick him into it by telling him that I was scared of the thunder outside.&nbsp; The conversation was as follows:</p>
<p>"Peyton hold my hand" I said.</p>
<p>"No" he replied</p>
<p>I asked, "Why not"</p>
<p>He replied as many children do, "Because."</p>
<p>Attempting trickery on my part I pleaded, "but I am scared."</p>
<p>He said "No you're not."</p>
<p>"I'm not?" I asked.</p>
<p>He replied, "Because... you have me."&nbsp; Sometimes our kids&nbsp;know just what to say and when to say it.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>
<p>I simply replied, "You're right... if I have you everything is okay."</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://theharrigans.squarespace.com/journal/rss-comments-entry-4478103.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Pretty, Pretty Spider?</title><dc:creator>Sarah</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2009 23:40:10 +0000</pubDate><link>http://theharrigans.squarespace.com/journal/2009/6/2/pretty-pretty-spider.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">148225:1363482:4172584</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>This was just too cute not to video tape.&nbsp; Though Peyton has come along way with his speech his verbal articulation needs a little work when singing.</p>
<p>Enjoy!</p>
<p><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cd4nbnzdx8k&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cd4nbnzdx8k&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://theharrigans.squarespace.com/journal/rss-comments-entry-4172584.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Me Don't Care</title><dc:creator>Sarah</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 21:36:30 +0000</pubDate><link>http://theharrigans.squarespace.com/journal/2009/3/20/me-dont-care.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">148225:1363482:3386760</guid><description><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 250px;" src="http://theharrigans.squarespace.com/storage/DSC_0380.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1237585724262" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'">I would like to think that my kids are cute and cuddly but the younger one is getting to be so much of a wise ass.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Yes I said it a wise ass.</span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'">Bedtime has become a real time tragedy in our house every night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We start the ritual about 7:30 in hopes of having them in bed by 8:00.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>For this the older one has no problems what so ever.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>However the younger one is another story.</span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'">"Peyton, it's time to go to bed", I said very casually.</span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'">"Me don't care".<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Umm I said to myself as well as my husband.</span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'">I quietly ask my husband while already knowing the answer, "Did he really just say that?"</span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'">Of course my husband is already laughing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>A good example he does not make.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I have to say he makes it a little harder to discipline when he is chuckling to himself.</span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'">So what is a mother to do but repeat herself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>This is something that most... if not all mothers have become accustom to doing ALL THE TIME.</span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'">So I repeated myself with a little more authority in my voice, "Peyton... it's time to go to bed."</span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'">And with as much (if not more) authority he turns, looks me in the eye and repeats himself, "Me don't care!"</span></p>
<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style','serif'">Well after this week... I have to agree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Wish us luck with bedtime tonight.</span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://theharrigans.squarespace.com/journal/rss-comments-entry-3386760.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Who needs a chuckle? I do!</title><dc:creator>Sarah</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 20:07:01 +0000</pubDate><link>http://theharrigans.squarespace.com/journal/2009/3/19/who-needs-a-chuckle-i-do.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">148225:1363482:3374054</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>Here's a video that gave me the chuckle that I needed today.&nbsp; Saw this over at Kris's place.</p>
<p>Enjoy!</p>
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<p>So here is what has been happening for the past month or so.</p>
<p>Walker comes home with several red and yellow stop lights for the day.&nbsp; Needless to say this requires efficient and effective follow up from the parental home front.&nbsp; Yellow translate to no television for the evening thus resulting in a quivering lip and a few tears.&nbsp; The red however... ummm&nbsp;results in no television and no Nintendo DS.&nbsp; So add on top of the quivering lip, multitude of tears and the crying and stomping feet I am exhausted.&nbsp; But there is a light at the end of the tunnel.&nbsp; There have been green for the past three days but who is counting.&nbsp; So the last time Walker came home with a yellow he was in the mist of explaining what he did or didn't do to cause him to land on yellow when Peyton shouts, "I was on green all day."&nbsp; Please keep in mind that pre-school doesn't even have the color coding yet.&nbsp; Leave it to the young but smart one to needle his brother in such a fashion.&nbsp; He said it with such a grin on his face.&nbsp; The color coding behavior is improving but I am not counting any blessings yet.&nbsp; Walker is primarily a good kid that like socialize a little (a lot) too much.</p>
<p>Yesterday we got a winter storm that gave us about a foot of snow.&nbsp; Needless to say schools were cancelled.&nbsp; That is usually not a problem but poor Peyton woke up at about 3:30 with the chills (but no fever yet) and suddenly got sick to his stomach for the next two hours.&nbsp; His fever shot up to about 102.&nbsp; He kept the medicine down and didn't get sick for the next several hours.&nbsp; There was too much work that still needed to be done so at 5:00 I logged in for the day.&nbsp; I realized that I hadn't eaten or taken a break until about 5:30 that night.&nbsp;</p>
<p>There are several projects at work that are keeping me quite occupied to say the least.&nbsp; Sometimes you wonder is it all worth is when you look back at all the days and extra hours you put in.&nbsp; Your kids only grow up once.&nbsp; How often have we heard that?&nbsp; I don't like missing all the important things and even the not so important things.&nbsp; These projects are causing me to lose sleep and work excessive hours as many others are doing the same on similar projects.&nbsp; It is easy to say put family first but when you not only want to do a good job but need to do a good job it is easier said than done.</p>
<p>Last Saturday was the Tiger Cubs Derby Race.&nbsp; This was a first for Walker.&nbsp; I have to say that his car was probably the only one that looked like a child worked on it.&nbsp; Most of the cars looked like they were professionally painted and sanded.&nbsp; Don't worry we will be prepared for next year.</p>
<p>So though I have not been blogging as often as I should or even like to you are all not forgotten so please when you stop by leave a comment.&nbsp; It is time to finish this entry as the martini is wearing off and the kids have to get into bed.&nbsp; Oh sleep... what a novel idea.</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://theharrigans.squarespace.com/journal/rss-comments-entry-3186268.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>So... do you know your Brain Age?</title><category>February 2009</category><dc:creator>Sarah</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2009 23:11:28 +0000</pubDate><link>http://theharrigans.squarespace.com/journal/2009/2/2/so-do-you-know-your-brain-age.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">148225:1363482:2948962</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>For some this may be a little unfamiliar and for others the obsession has already begun.&nbsp; You know who you are and there is no escaping it.&nbsp; We all would like to think we either look or feel younger than we are.&nbsp; As far as our brain age is concerned Nintendo has defined the ultimate to be age 20.&nbsp; Ummm... well for some of us that is a little more difficult.&nbsp; I would like to think that since my age is more than double that of the perfect brain age that I learned a few things but&nbsp;I just may not be able to spew them back as quickly as a 20 year old.&nbsp; Not only is accuracy important but speed&nbsp;also play a part in the calculation of your brain age.&nbsp;</p>
<p>For Christmas this year the husband got me a Nintendo DS.&nbsp; It was at that moment the madness begun.&nbsp; The more often you take the tests the more tests are unlocked.&nbsp; You can test your brain age at anytime but only once a day.&nbsp; The game will graph your progress for each test as well as your brain age.&nbsp; This can be great as long as you have good days but very humiliating when you don't.&nbsp; So as long as you don't update your brain age it will stay at whatever it was the last time you took the test.</p>
<p>It is very easy to get distracted while you are taking the test so I try and make sure that I will have the 10 minutes of uninterupted time.&nbsp; This is not easy an easy task with two little ones in the house.</p>
<p>So I have been taking my brain age and gradually getting better until I came across a new test that had me stumpted to the tune of age 71... very very sad.&nbsp; So I worked and practiced and I was ready to redeem myself by taking the test again.&nbsp; Who hoo!&nbsp; I got a brain age of 24.&nbsp; At this point in the game you don't want to take your brain age again because you know what a rarity it is to see those low numbers.</p>
<p>I started to take these tests while on Christmas vacation.&nbsp; Needless to say when I returned to work my brain age increased by 2 years.&nbsp; Do you think there is any correlation?&nbsp; Yup... pretty much.&nbsp; And if you aren't humiliated enough when you don't do as well the game says... your brain must be tired. (Like I need a digital game to tell me that).&nbsp;</p>
<p>The best story was from my friend (who also reads this blog) what her brain age was after taking Ambien.&nbsp; Yes it is just as funny as it sounds.&nbsp; Needless to say she spaced for about 4 minutes and her brain age was in the 70's.&nbsp; So even I haven't done that bad but the worst I have done was take the test after having a martini.&nbsp; Sadly... I didn't do so bad.&nbsp;</p>
<p>So the brain age obsession continues and as of today I am the brain age of 39.&nbsp; Considering I am currently 42 I will take it.&nbsp;</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://theharrigans.squarespace.com/journal/rss-comments-entry-2948962.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Discipline Gets Color Coded</title><category>January 2008</category><dc:creator>Sarah</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2009 16:49:40 +0000</pubDate><link>http://theharrigans.squarespace.com/journal/2009/1/14/discipline-gets-color-coded.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">148225:1363482:2844805</guid><description><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://theharrigans.squarespace.com/storage/stop%20light.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1231951867707" alt="" /></span></span>So it is not any surprise to most parents with school age children that discipline has been color coded.&nbsp; We have progressed from the block system to the stop light color coding of behavior.</p>
<p>In being responsible parent we try to instill the same values at home that they do in class.&nbsp; It shouldn't be difficult since most are common sense.&nbsp; Our children are well behaved for the most part but are far from being perfect.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Last year Walker had quite the transition from the cozy cuddling life of pre-school to the hard knock life of kindergarten.&nbsp; He lost many of blocks but seemed to turn himself around by the end of the year.</p>
<p>Well needless to say the transition from vacation back to school is not an easy one.&nbsp; I can't say it is any easier for us adults to go back to work.&nbsp; I was three weeks out of the office with the last two being vacation.&nbsp; Walker has proved that the transition has not been easy as he has landed on red light several times since his return to school.&nbsp; Apparently he is a "chatter box".&nbsp; The result of him being a "chatter box" is that he doesn't seem to hear the directions he is suppose to be following never mind actually following them.</p>
<p>So the result of his decision has been the banning of the Nintendo DS for three days.&nbsp; Yes there tears and drama but let's just say it worked because he got his act in gear to get it back by Friday.&nbsp; So the lessons we are trying to teach are that there are consequences for your decisions so make them wisely.&nbsp; Of course even us adults have problems with that every once in awhile.</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://theharrigans.squarespace.com/journal/rss-comments-entry-2844805.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Christmas Recap</title><dc:creator>Sarah</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jan 2009 13:58:28 +0000</pubDate><link>http://theharrigans.squarespace.com/journal/2009/1/4/christmas-recap.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">148225:1363482:2798203</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>So vacation has come to an end and all the Christmas ornaments and decorations have been put away for yet another year.&nbsp; Every Christmas season comes and goes so quickly that I try and make the best out of each year while the kids are young.&nbsp; Every year it seems to take forever to prepare and make sure that everything is in place at the right time and moment.&nbsp;</p>
<p>The secret of Santa continues for yet another year.&nbsp; Whew... we had a few close calls this year.&nbsp;&nbsp; Part of the problems is I never seem to remember what gifts Santa made in his toyshop and which ones were purchased by mom and dad.</p>
<p>This holiday we were able to enjoy the company of friends that live near as well as those that live quite far away.&nbsp; We had time to ourselves and quality time with the kids.&nbsp; Having two weeks of vacation and three out of the office has proven to be relaxing... but quite addicting.&nbsp; Returning tomorrow will be difficult I am sure.</p>
<p>I have always thought that my children were pretty well behaved and this Christmas was no exception.&nbsp; After every gift that Walker and Peyton opened I heard a thank you.&nbsp; There were no whines and frowns when all the gifts were opened just smiles.&nbsp; They loved each and every gift.&nbsp;</p>
<p>So to recap the past few weeks...</p>
<p><strong>RECAP</strong></p>
<p>Christmas shopping in this economy... <em><strong>expensive</strong></em></p>
<p>Knowing your kids love all their gifts... <strong><em>wonderful</em></strong></p>
<p>Having a&nbsp;six year old willing to save and spend his own money to buy his own DS... <strong><em>proud</em></strong></p>
<p>Knowing I have to return to work tomorrow... <strong><em>sad</em></strong></p>
<p>Knowing I paid the regular price for the robot Walle while others paid $100... <strong>hilarious </strong>(because that was me last year with the Pat Pat Rocket)</p>
<p>Having your 3 year old get two strikes and break 100 on his first try at Wii bowling... <em><strong>humiliating</strong></em></p>
<p>I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas and Happy New Year.&nbsp; As for me I am making a resolution to make no resolutions this year.&nbsp; I hope to spend more time with friends and family and less time worrying about work because... you know... they aren't worrying about me.&nbsp; Now that we have the Wii given to the family from Santa we will be instituting family game night along with family movie nights.</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://theharrigans.squarespace.com/journal/rss-comments-entry-2798203.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Why the Printer Won't Work</title><category>December 2008</category><dc:creator>Sarah</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 16:04:23 +0000</pubDate><link>http://theharrigans.squarespace.com/journal/2008/12/31/why-the-printer-wont-work.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">148225:1363482:2780813</guid><description><![CDATA[<p><embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid2.photobucket.com/albums/y20/PerthPurplePenguin/vids/cvUMHvLZ.flv"></p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://theharrigans.squarespace.com/journal/rss-comments-entry-2780813.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Stay Out of the Doghouse</title><category>December 2008</category><dc:creator>Sarah</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 25 Dec 2008 17:15:00 +0000</pubDate><link>http://theharrigans.squarespace.com/journal/2008/12/25/stay-out-of-the-doghouse.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">148225:1363482:2747849</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>This is a must see for every man out there.&nbsp; The <a href="http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid1370868150/bctid3130509001">Dog House</a> ... it isn't pretty.</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://theharrigans.squarespace.com/journal/rss-comments-entry-2747849.xml</wfw:commentRss></item></channel></rss>