<?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-684700999979368602</id><updated>2012-02-13T03:25:41.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Skophammers</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is Practically Perfect</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>554</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-1950123112330767446</id><published>2012-02-12T11:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T11:46:15.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blog: 9 Months</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I turned 9 months old.  My parents keep saying that the time is flying by!  I guess it is.  I celebrated by playing with Grandma and Grandpa in the afternoon.  We had a good time while Mom and Dad had a lunch and shopping date.  My grandparents are oh, so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love swimming.  We all went swimming this morning.  I just can't get enough of that water.  If swimming is my favorite, then bath time is second.  The other day, I tried to dive right back into that tub.  Daddy caught me though, darn!  If the water didn't tire me out so much, I'd be in there all the time!  Maybe I'll be a lifeguard when I get older...hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crawl on my hands and knees...no more army crawling for me!  I love to pull myself up and stand.  I like to reach for things on high shelves and bring them all down.  I get such satisfaction and joy when all my stuff lands around me.  It is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first Valentine's Day.  I sent Valentine's cards to all my Aunties and Uncles, and stuff to my nieces, nephew and sister.  Mommy says I'm a generous person already...it's probably true!  I hope everyone has a happy time with their loved ones on Tuesday (well, everyday, really!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Billy got married in Mexico.  We couldn't go, but Mom and Dad loved the pictures.  What a trip!  They will remember it always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been really cold.  I have to get bundled up everytime we leave.  It's worth it though to go to school  and the pool.  I can do without everywhere else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all hoping that Cassie will make it this coming weekend for a visit.  We have a long weekend because of President's Day.  I wonder what a president is?  I'm sure I'll learn it all later.  Auntie Nikki is probably coming in a couple weeks.  Yeah!  I love to see my relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad say we have no plans for any trips right now.  Schoolwork is hectic for both of them.  Dad does get to go to Chicago soon.  He doesn't seem too excited for Chicago in the winter!  Maybe he'll get to swim in the pool though; that would make it all worthwhile for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's snoozeville for me.  Later all you peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-1950123112330767446?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/1950123112330767446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=1950123112330767446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1950123112330767446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1950123112330767446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2012/02/baby-blog-9-months.html' title='Baby Blog: 9 Months'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-5515560093207719579</id><published>2012-02-08T13:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T13:30:36.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Facebook</title><content type='html'>Roger and I have decided to suspend our Facebook accounts.  We found that Facebook took up too much of our time.  I found that I could not stay away and needed to suspend the account for that reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to have regular updates on the Blog.  You can always email or call or text me.  If you need that information, leave a comment here and we'll figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also try to update photos more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping to more productive time and more relaxing time for our family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-5515560093207719579?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/5515560093207719579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=5515560093207719579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/5515560093207719579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/5515560093207719579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2012/02/goodbye-facebook.html' title='Goodbye Facebook'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-2292914012130007909</id><published>2012-02-05T20:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T20:29:15.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Was That It?</title><content type='html'>The only reason to watch the big game for me was the Madonna halftime show.  I wish I had never bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can both teams lose?  Can I have my time back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-2292914012130007909?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/2292914012130007909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=2292914012130007909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2292914012130007909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2292914012130007909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2012/02/was-that-it.html' title='Was That It?'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-5869336178366561661</id><published>2012-02-02T12:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T12:54:06.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination with a Capital P</title><content type='html'>I have about 20 things I should be and could be doing right now, but feel the need to update the blog.  While I write this I am thinking about my research projects and what I'll need, so I'm not totally procrastinating (just mostly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been inundated with wonderful news lately.  I love that.  My cousin, Bobby, and his wife, Kristen, had a baby girl yesterday.  She will be joining her big brother, Henry, in New York.  I can't wait to head there again for another visit.  I love the new babies in the family.  I am excited that she had a girl, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally found a positive direction at school, one that will guide me to my dissertation, I think.  I have been searching for this since I began the program last August.  It is a relief to have found something that combines my love for media (television) and my field of human development.  It is still in early stages, so I'm keeping it a little quiet.  I'm sure I'll blurt it out soon enough.  My department is in the process of hiring a new faculty member and it has been fun being a crucial part of the decision making...well, maybe not crucial, but I do feel like my voice is being heard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT is enjoying riding in the car a lot more.  Now, he has decided he doesn't really like eating and just wants bottles.  We keep attempting to feed him, but not push him.  Hopefully, he'll outgrow this stage soon.  It seems at this age (8 and 1/2 months) his stages may last only a few days.  He still doesn't sleep through the night, but we have adjusted and are doing our best to make the nights work and our days productive.  RT loves swimming, though.  He can't get enough of the pool.  I can't wait for swimming lessons tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew, Bill, got married in Mexico to Jamie last weekend.  I wish we could have made the trip, but our decision for me to leave my job and pursue my PhD is a budget breaker.  The pictures I've seen look beautiful.  It seems they all had a wonderful time.  I have to admit, I would love a couple days in the sun.  It will be summer soon enough, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have several friends and some family members with great news of their own.  Engagements, babies on the way, babies recently born, dissertations in final stages, theater productions directed, new cars, new pets, and of course lots and lots of wonderful recipes and restaurants to try.  Life seems to be good for everyone!  or almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, my stepdaughter is still in pain even after her gallbladder removal last fall.  I hope that the diet alteration she is making will help with that pain.  I think there are few things worse than chronic pain of any sort.  She is working at a place she enjoys, though, and that likely helps her spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandkids are doing well, too.  I have been enjoying sharing text messages with Cassie over the past couple of weeks.  She can be quite insightful, and always delightful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know things are rough out there for many, many people.  The nightly, or 24 hour, news seems so grim.  I hope that you all are able to find those moments of happiness and joy in your days.  I rarely go a day without one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess procrastination is over...on to research...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-5869336178366561661?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/5869336178366561661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=5869336178366561661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/5869336178366561661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/5869336178366561661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2012/02/procrastination-with-capital-p.html' title='Procrastination with a Capital P'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-589001195159680395</id><published>2012-01-24T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T21:31:12.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XNndzBLosPM/Tx9o62sJ34I/AAAAAAAABAM/kRKPLxn9Yjw/s1600/IMG_0583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XNndzBLosPM/Tx9o62sJ34I/AAAAAAAABAM/kRKPLxn9Yjw/s320/IMG_0583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701391013596749698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not sure about this cold stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hZNRNA0EGvo/Tx9o6J85kcI/AAAAAAAABAA/DEq9EtLyWQY/s1600/IMG_0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hZNRNA0EGvo/Tx9o6J85kcI/AAAAAAAABAA/DEq9EtLyWQY/s320/IMG_0581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701391001587388866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loving the sled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RBuXH2BIczY/Tx9o6Adg88I/AAAAAAAAA_w/LSm-k8HjD9A/s1600/IMG_0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RBuXH2BIczY/Tx9o6Adg88I/AAAAAAAAA_w/LSm-k8HjD9A/s320/IMG_0580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701390999039833026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting all bundled up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bryHXa7ae7g/Tx9o5-KozII/AAAAAAAAA_o/FiX91OIlFSM/s1600/IMG_0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bryHXa7ae7g/Tx9o5-KozII/AAAAAAAAA_o/FiX91OIlFSM/s320/IMG_0578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701390998423784578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummy...block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JIx-xDdMUcM/Tx9o7Ni2g9I/AAAAAAAABAY/cejck3J_G84/s1600/IMG_0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JIx-xDdMUcM/Tx9o7Ni2g9I/AAAAAAAABAY/cejck3J_G84/s320/IMG_0584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701391019731747794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Get me back inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe we didn't get our first snow until January 21st.  Luckily, it was warm enough to bundle up RT and bring him outside for about 10 minutes.  Grandpa and Grandma were here to enjoy the fun. Hopefully, we'll have many, many more outdoor adventures in the snow in the coming years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay warm you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-589001195159680395?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/589001195159680395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=589001195159680395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/589001195159680395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/589001195159680395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-snow.html' title='First Snow!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XNndzBLosPM/Tx9o62sJ34I/AAAAAAAABAM/kRKPLxn9Yjw/s72-c/IMG_0583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-7858115209419919939</id><published>2012-01-24T21:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T21:16:28.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day Back at School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12WndhXhw3A/Tx9l6K2qR2I/AAAAAAAAA_c/EywJR8b_c0Q/s1600/January%2B10%2B%25287%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12WndhXhw3A/Tx9l6K2qR2I/AAAAAAAAA_c/EywJR8b_c0Q/s320/January%2B10%2B%25287%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701387703294773090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating the Bison National Championship win!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-7858115209419919939?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/7858115209419919939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=7858115209419919939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/7858115209419919939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/7858115209419919939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2012/01/1st-day-back-at-school.html' title='1st Day Back at School!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12WndhXhw3A/Tx9l6K2qR2I/AAAAAAAAA_c/EywJR8b_c0Q/s72-c/January%2B10%2B%25287%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-6880871553725734723</id><published>2012-01-15T14:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T14:10:44.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who's Two Years Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RaQpqXdqfJs/TxMklvGu2JI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/hf_og3HA6Sw/s1600/DD2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RaQpqXdqfJs/TxMklvGu2JI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/hf_og3HA6Sw/s320/DD2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697938184272271506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my lovely granddaughter, DD, turns 2.  This picture is from my visit right after she was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love and miss her very much and hope she has a fantastic birthday today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-6880871553725734723?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/6880871553725734723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=6880871553725734723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6880871553725734723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6880871553725734723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2012/01/look-whos-two-years-old.html' title='Look Who&apos;s Two Years Old!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RaQpqXdqfJs/TxMklvGu2JI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/hf_og3HA6Sw/s72-c/DD2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-2470839515683762586</id><published>2012-01-15T09:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T09:06:53.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Content</title><content type='html'>We are in the middle of a wonderful three day weekend.  We had a fairly lazy day yesterday, which is always the best kind of Saturday.  Today we are having breakfast with Mom and Dad at the Cajun Cafe and doing a little shopping.  And, we still have tomorrow off for the holiday.  Last night, Roger, RT and I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Blind Side&lt;/span&gt;, which I really enjoyed.  Roger and I had quick homemade chili and cornbread and some Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's for dessert.  At one point I was watching the movie, RT was rolling around on the floor giggling, and I realized how much joy there is in my life!  Once I cut out the drama of other people's lives, mine is darn good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's daughter had a baby girl this past week.  A friend from ODU is pregnant and due in July.  Another friend from ODU just had a baby girl a couple weeks ago.  One of my classmates had a baby girl three weeks ago.  I have friends from Facebook, ODU and even an extremely shirt-tailed relative all waiting to have their babies.  I'm not sure if it is because I have a wonderful baby, but I just love all the anticipation and the arrivals of all these babies!  Often Roger and I look at RT and are just amazed that he is ours.  I love that so many of my friends and family are able to experience this as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I should get some homework squeezed in while the boys are still asleep.  Or, I could just get a piping hot cup of coffee from downstairs and enjoy that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday, you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-2470839515683762586?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/2470839515683762586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=2470839515683762586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2470839515683762586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2470839515683762586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2012/01/content.html' title='Content'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-5724036543832643876</id><published>2012-01-12T16:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T16:53:38.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blog: 8 Months Old</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I turned 8 months old.  Wow, time has gone so fast.  Mommy even had a tear or two fall.  I am able to sit up on my own.  I love to stand and play in my jumper.  I can get from one end of the house to other in about 20 seconds.  I don't like to sit still.  I want to move, move, move! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sweet potatoes, pears, oatmeal, bananas, and many other nummy foods.  I do love Plum's organic puffs, too.  The purple ones are my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep through the night sometimes.  But, even when I wake up in the middle of the night, I fall back asleep right away.  Mommy says she loves that middle of the night cuddling, though I suspect she'd like to sleep through the night a little more.  Morning snuggles are my favorite.  I tuck into Mommy or Daddy and feel so safe and secure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy most of the time.  If I'm not smiling, there's a reason, whether poopy diaper (yuck) or hungry or in pain, you'll figure it out.  I got four new teeth over the past three weeks.  They hurt.  Thanks baby medicine for helping not make it so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite things to do are to take a bath and swim.  In fact, Mommy says there are swimming lessons tonight at the Y...woohoo!  I cannot wait.  I'm sad Daddy has to miss tonight's lessons for work, but he'll be there in the weeks to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love to chase my kitties.  They let me for a bit before running away and hiding.  Sometimes, I get a good handful of fur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it.  It is naptime.  I have school again tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life for this 8-month old boy is pretty darn good!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-5724036543832643876?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/5724036543832643876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=5724036543832643876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/5724036543832643876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/5724036543832643876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-blog-8-months-old.html' title='Baby Blog: 8 Months Old'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-96406703158938167</id><published>2012-01-08T20:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:29:02.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School...</title><content type='html'>And only 9 semesters to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I am excited to get going on this semester.  I am prepared and organized.  I am excited to get back into a routine.  Don't get me wrong, I like having a long break, but we've gotten so disorganized and out of routine.  I have liked sleeping in a bit, but I am craving the structure of school.  Though I'm not sure I'll feel the same when I have all those papers and projects due!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been slowly starting to organized this house.  We've moved the furniture around at least a half dozen times and think we are good.  Well, at least until RT gets his own room, then we'll be at it again.  I need to get the dressers and closets cleared out.  I need to get rid of clothes I don't and won't wear.  Shoes that are worn out need to go.  And about purses, well I think I might keep those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT's dresser is also bursting.  I need to get rid of the clothes that are too small.  My little dude is growing so fast.  he's nearly 28 inches long and his close seem to shrink off him daily.  It is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT will be going to school for a couple longer days this semester.  I think he likes it, so it should be okay.  I always feel bad and worry about him when he is away from me.  I know it is good for him to be around other kids and other adults to learn about different people.  His brain is absorbing so much information and he is constantly learning.  (He is the sweetest little guy!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger is back to the semester tomorrow.  I get another day.  And, I have so much to do...but, then again, I always have much to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Spring Semester everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-96406703158938167?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/96406703158938167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=96406703158938167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/96406703158938167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/96406703158938167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School...'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-6639979861521665343</id><published>2012-01-02T17:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T17:34:07.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Welcome 2012!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've enjoyed a nice break from school and schoolwork.  Too bad it has to end!  We have this week to catch up with work around the house before we are actually back at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have research to complete.  It has been going pretty well!  I have organizing to get done before classes begin.  I want to clean out my clothes and get rid of the stuff I no longer wear.  I need to go through RT's clothes and get rid of the stuff he's outgrown, which is quite a bit.  I need to clean out the cupboards and fridge and freezer and make some plans for the semester.  The garage is a mess.  I need to organize my office.  It is a mess of papers and books strewn all over the room.  I need to cuddle with my boy and my husband.  I will do as much of it as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger and I don't make resolutions.  We keep running goals, short term and long term.  I've been thinking about goals for 2012 and have not been able to nail any down.  I'm sure I'll get there.  One of my goals is to utilize the fitness center we've joined.  We've signed RT up for swimming lessons (with Roger and I).  And, I've met a friend to walk the track once and hope to make that a regular occurrence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My semester schedule is kind of unbalanced.  I have classes on Monday and Tuesday all day, no classes on Wednesday and Thursday, and morning class on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for this new year and new semester.  It is time for a new start...for me, my family, and many, many others I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all make 2012 the best year, yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-6639979861521665343?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/6639979861521665343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=6639979861521665343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6639979861521665343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6639979861521665343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-2501050940627282004</id><published>2011-12-23T11:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T11:45:54.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Greetings</title><content type='html'>Even though this year has been busier than most, I did not have a chance to do a holiday letter and sent out a photo card only.  So, with a few minutes to spare before everything gets really going, I thought I would take the time to reflect upon the last year right now.  Roger is trying to soothe RT into taking his morning nap.  The cats are snuggled in their favorite spots for their morning snooze.  I am thinking about the grocery run and stuff later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 has been a year of challenges for Roger and I.  Many have been wonderful, but a few have been tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the year with a couple trips to the cities for birthday parties.  We saw our granddaughter, Delaney, turn one and Roger's sister, Trish, turn 50.  My pregnancy was going great.  We had a great week in Minneapolis in March for Roger's conference and Elise's birthday dinner.  We had a lot of snow...ALOT of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the spring in Valley City watching the river rise.  Roger and the VCSU students worked on sandbags and protecting the town.  It worked.  We avoided the flood.  We all breathed a big sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time celebrating Harvey and Carey's wedding in May.  A few days later, I went into labor and after a difficult night, delivered our beautiful baby boy.  Roger Thomas, RT, is the joy of our lives.  Those first weeks were tough with little sleep and recovering from the C-section, but we enjoyed having that precious boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later, my Grandma Schmid passed away in New York.  I was sad because Roger never got to meet her.  I always wanted to have them meet, but we never made it to Long Island in time.  A month later, my step-grandma, Olga passed away.  We had plans to visit her for her birthday so she could meet RT, but we were too late.  Those two women were the last of my grandparents and I was devastated.  I still feel that loss all these months later.  Both were special to me in their own way.  I will always miss them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of all that, the snow in Canada melted and the Mouse river in Minot rose and rose and rose.  My parents evacuated their things.  They did not escape the flood.  Their house was filled with water for three weeks to the ceiling.  Everything was out, but the house was lost.  They have since removed everything but the cement and the studs.  They are waiting to see what their next move is, whether they have to rebuild or the city will buy it and tear it down.  Hopefully, they decide soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the good news is that Mom and Dad were able to rent an apartment in West Fargo and Mom could transfer to the Bremer here.  Dad drives to Minot for the week and teaches at Des Lacs and then drives to Fargo for the weekends.  It is a lot of driving, but they've really gotten into living in Fargo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger and I also moved to West Fargo.  I couldn't stand the thought of leaving RT in daycare all day, so I resigned my position and applied to graduate school at NDSU.  I am currently working toward my PhD in Developmental Science.  I love it!  I spend enough time at home with RT to make it all worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT has been such a wonderful addition to our family.  Roger and I are constantly amazed that we have such an adorable boy and that he is ours!  He is growing so fast.  He scoots around, eats like a big boy, and smiles and laughs all the time.  He is the best gift I've ever received.  Roger, RT and I are such a happy family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger, RT and I are spending Christmas at home.  This is the first time since I've met Roger that we haven't traveled somewhere for Christmas.  I have been enjoying the planning, decorating, shopping, baking and cooking for the holiday.  It will be tough not to see our grandkids, but we have plans to see them next week for Christmas number 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope everyone has a wonderful holiday season, whatever you celebrate!  The days start getting longer and soon enough it will be spring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays to all those we love!  I hope 2012 is a rockin' year for us all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-2501050940627282004?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/2501050940627282004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=2501050940627282004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2501050940627282004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2501050940627282004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-greetings.html' title='Holiday Greetings'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-4926010423001530379</id><published>2011-12-11T09:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T09:39:23.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies, Kids and more Babies</title><content type='html'>I love seeing pictures of Facebook of kids and babies.  There seems to be an abundance of babies, either on the way or already born.  It is amazing to me how many of my Facebook friends are pregnant or have just had babies.  Some of them are young; some are my age and older.  Some are adopted; some are unplanned.  All of them are welcome and loved, already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first cousin's daughter is due in a few weeks.  She was the first baby I remember spending time with.  I was young and totally obsessed with her soft spot on her head.  Almost every time I feel RT's soft spot, I think of Amanda.  My first cousin's wife is pregnant with baby number two.  I met her this summer, and their son, and am so excited for their family.  I happily welcome the increase in size in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My freshman roommate in college just had a baby girl in October.  Quite a few of my friends from high school are or are becoming parents.  Most of them have children already, but a few are like me and just having their first child.  A couple that have been together since high school just adopted a baby (so cute!).  I find that admirable and amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been missing the kids who have been important in my life. I miss Jack's smile and hugs and exceptional intelligence.  I miss Josh's kindness and zeal for history.  I miss Cassie's stories.  I miss my nephews.  I love kids and miss being around them more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to all these babies growing into kids and playing together, well some of them anyway.  What an exciting time to be a mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-4926010423001530379?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/4926010423001530379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=4926010423001530379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/4926010423001530379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/4926010423001530379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/12/babies-kids-and-more-babies.html' title='Babies, Kids and more Babies'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-4126692940483506072</id><published>2011-12-08T17:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T17:14:05.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...This Time of the Year...</title><content type='html'>I love this time of year!  I have been a big holiday fan since I was little and I don't think it has even diminished a little bit.  I am even more excited to be sharing the holidays with RT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fabulous Thanksgiving at the Skophammer home.  It was fun to eat and eat and eat...and play a bit with the nephews.  I love seeing my nieces and nephews, but I especially enjoy hanging out with all the kids.  I have seen them grow up so much in the last five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned home and put up our tree.  It is a large tree, but it looks a little pathetic.  Most of my ornaments are fragile, so there are still in the tote.  I have put up everything that is not breakable or that doesn't hold a special place for me.  RT has an ornament from Great Aunt Darlene on the tree.  It's just so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT had his first visit with Santa.  Grandma Cheryl took an afternoon off and we spent it at the mall.  We didn't have to wait too long and RT just laughed and laughed.  He really is such a joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have many, many more plans for the season.  Auntie Nikki and Uncle Jon will be staying with us for Christmas and it will be a Schmid holiday this year.  Midnight is just a bit too late for RT at the Skophammer Christmas.  Next year RT will spend it playing with all his cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wrapped up in finals, but am finding time for some fun here and there.  Nikki is coming to spend the weekend with me while Roger is in Virginia.  I have some fun crafts planned to do with Nikki, and hopefully, we'll get to see our cousin Harvey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is enjoying the season...I know we are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-4126692940483506072?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/4126692940483506072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=4126692940483506072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/4126692940483506072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/4126692940483506072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-time-of-year.html' title='...This Time of the Year...'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-3517007379041924230</id><published>2011-11-26T15:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T15:19:35.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>This month on Facebook, I have been listing things I am thankful for every day.  It is amazing to me how easy this has been.  It has been challenging to decide what I should post out of the plethora of things I am thankful for.  Even when days were not their best and stress had me down, I could easily list 10 things to put on my status, and not every one was about RT or even Roger.  I find that when I am stressed or things are tough, listing things I am thankful for turn my mood around.  It is much easier to block the stuff I wish were different out and just enjoy the things that are great!  I may have to add as a personal goal to list things I am thankful for every day, whether in a journal, online or to Roger.  It makes life better, well, at least my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few things that I am thankful for that I have not previously listed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the joy of reading that Roger and I share and that we are already passing on to our son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for a reliable vehicle; I see so many people with car trouble and am thankful we don't have that concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for all the Skophammers who have accepted me into their family and love me.  We have a great deal of fun when we are together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that my parents live two miles away instead of several hours.  It has been such a help to have Mom around to help with RT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for Fargo rush hour, which is a joke compared to that of a larger city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that RT has a sister who will always look out for him, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for any time I get to spend with my grandkids, no matter how little or how great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for music...lots and lots of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the stress in my life.  It means that I am challenged and learning and am never bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that we have jobs that allow us to be fairly comfortable in our lives.  Money may not be great, but there are many, many more people in far worse shape than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holiday Season everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-3517007379041924230?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/3517007379041924230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=3517007379041924230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/3517007379041924230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/3517007379041924230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-3967046382577384507</id><published>2011-11-12T11:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T11:45:18.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blog-6 Months</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I turned six months old...already.  It has been a quick six months.  We have had a lot go on in our little family, but we are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now rolling and scooting around all over the place.  I saw Mom and Dad looking at baby gates for me.  I don't think they'll stop me from getting to where I want.  I love to play with bright colored toys and will travel across the living room floor for the right toy.  My favorites change from day to day.  I do love my butterfly, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really want to walk and run around.  I feel like I almost can, but then I try to launch out of Mom or Dad's arms and I just don't get anywhere.  I wonder if it would work if they would let me go?  I love the calculator, the cell phone and the remote controls.  I try to eat them and they get taken away...darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Dad's Ipod 2.  We play games and sing songs.  I can make the stuff on the screen big or small.  It is my favorite activity, when I get the chance to play with it.  I've heard Mom and Dad say I'll get my own soon enough, like when I'm 15 months or so.  It's not soon enough, parents! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my kitties!  Cookie and Tessa make me smile and giggle.  I try to pet them and end up pulling out a chunk of fur.  They usually run away after that.  Sorry, I'm still learning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all kinds of people.  I went to Virginia and met Avi, Dawn, Josh, Jennie, Pete, Jack, Mike, Fran, Jim, and a whole bunch more people.  Of course they all love me!  I am such a good flyer.  I love the airplane.  I wish I could travel like that in Dad's arms all the time instead of sitting backwards in the back seat of the car.  One day, I'll face forward (Mom says when I weigh 40 pounds or am 2 years old).  I just can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to many states already, including Minnesota, Iowa, South Dakota, New York and Virginia.  I hear we are driving to Virginia for Dawn's wedding in the summer, which means even more states.  Maybe my niece, Cassie, can come with me so I am not so lonely in the backseat and Mom can sit by Dad.  We will be going to the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be starting swimming lessons after something called Christmas.  I already like Christmas because of all the red things.  I liked Halloween, too, because of the orange stuff.  I will be headed to Minnesota for Thanksgiving to see all my cousins.  I love having cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better get ready.  Auntie Nikki is coming for the night and Great Auntie Karen and Uncle Harvey are coming for potato dumplings.  I hope my cousin Harvey comes too.  I haven't seen him for six whole months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-3967046382577384507?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/3967046382577384507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=3967046382577384507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/3967046382577384507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/3967046382577384507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/11/baby-blog-6-months.html' title='Baby Blog-6 Months'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-1927043269943424176</id><published>2011-11-07T12:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T13:02:02.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Continually Homesick and Searching</title><content type='html'>Last week at this time, we were at Old Dominion University in Virginia visiting friends and past colleagues.  We were enjoying our time.  I want to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am struggling again with my sense of home.  I am home with Roger and RT, no question.  But am I home in West Fargo?  Would I be home in Norfolk?  I just don't know.  I feel homesick this week for Virginia.  For the city that I know like the back of my hand; for the friends that love to hang out and eat; for Cogan's and Luna Maya and Sullys and Borjo;  for mild winters and hot, sticky summers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed with Dawn and Josh, who are wonderful hosts.  We finally met Dawn's fiance, Norbert.  He's not only nice and fun, but a good companion for Dawn.  I couldn't be happier for the two of them.  I can't wait to attend their wedding next summer.  The Kerner/Kidders are like family to me and it was like seeing aunts and uncles and cousins last weekend.  I enjoyed spending time with Fran and Jim.  I loved talking Halloween and beer with Mike.  It was like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there were Jennie, Pete and Jack.  When Roger and I discussed and ultimately decided to try to have a baby, I envisioned raising him there.  I wanted the family life Jennie had.  I still want that.  And spending so much time with them last weekend just reminded me of how good of friends they truly are, and how much I love and adore that Jack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, my family and Roger's family are wonderful and I love that they are close to RT.  I am so torn.  Nothing feels complete to me right now, at least nothing about where I live and will live in the future.  We have at least five years in Fargo for me to finish school.  Then what?  Back to Valley City?  or Virginia?  or somewhere else? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  For now, I am homesick for Virginia.  I love my family here, too.  Some things are just hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-1927043269943424176?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/1927043269943424176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=1927043269943424176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1927043269943424176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1927043269943424176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/11/continually-homesick-and-searching.html' title='Continually Homesick and Searching'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-3702803708559218824</id><published>2011-10-19T10:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T10:45:47.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oXCQCBJUZ0U/Tp7iFsw4bTI/AAAAAAAAA9o/BZ53kOfdHlA/s1600/IMG_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oXCQCBJUZ0U/Tp7iFsw4bTI/AAAAAAAAA9o/BZ53kOfdHlA/s320/IMG_0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665213968822070578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RT loves orange so the pumpkin patch is one of his favorite places, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HUY7jRDH02M/Tp7iFDAE0zI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Lu8ZixJxxSQ/s1600/IMG_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HUY7jRDH02M/Tp7iFDAE0zI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Lu8ZixJxxSQ/s320/IMG_0469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665213957611508530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Papa got RT on a saddle...ride that hay bale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RJ-FbI4KqEk/Tp7iEymlZsI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/Luz3X_jICwo/s1600/IMG_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RJ-FbI4KqEk/Tp7iEymlZsI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/Luz3X_jICwo/s320/IMG_0465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665213953209624258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CRthw567yBM/Tp7hhgISQ8I/AAAAAAAAA9E/f-F5tRZgiUc/s1600/IMG_0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CRthw567yBM/Tp7hhgISQ8I/AAAAAAAAA9E/f-F5tRZgiUc/s320/IMG_0461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665213346955281346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RT's new toy and exercise center...he loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cjop_iMISsQ/Tp7hhfbKUiI/AAAAAAAAA84/LZfMX8aAF68/s1600/IMG_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cjop_iMISsQ/Tp7hhfbKUiI/AAAAAAAAA84/LZfMX8aAF68/s320/IMG_0438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665213346766017058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ready for the parade...GO BISON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGvAU6Lwy4E/Tp7hg1YGklI/AAAAAAAAA8s/eYDlQyZuDqc/s1600/IMG_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGvAU6Lwy4E/Tp7hg1YGklI/AAAAAAAAA8s/eYDlQyZuDqc/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665213335478899282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adorable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-3702803708559218824?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/3702803708559218824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=3702803708559218824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/3702803708559218824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/3702803708559218824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-fun.html' title='Fall Fun!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oXCQCBJUZ0U/Tp7iFsw4bTI/AAAAAAAAA9o/BZ53kOfdHlA/s72-c/IMG_0470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-6614428862719179208</id><published>2011-09-27T17:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T17:21:58.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Forward To</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-forlblJhtd0/ToI9M6DOomI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/1lZaXb4jaPk/s1600/Go%2BBison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-forlblJhtd0/ToI9M6DOomI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/1lZaXb4jaPk/s320/Go%2BBison.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657151373881287266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NDSU's homecoming parade on Saturday...RT has the gear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VCSU's homecoming football game later on Saturday...RT will have to get some gear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run/Walk Tomorrow at 6 a.m.  I'm starting to enjoy these mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger's cooking a delicious dinner tonight (maybe I'll help).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completing my stats midterm next Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise's recover from gallbladder surgery on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More crying free morning car rides to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip to Norfolk, Virginia at the end of October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My running the Wicked 10k...only 2 years late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT's first Halloween...we'll be flying back from Virginia, but it will still be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving in Bloomington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completing my first semester in my PhD program!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas at home in West Fargo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few are quite a ways in the future, but I'm excited for them already.  I have so many more things to look forward to, but I feel fortunate for all I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lead a pretty happy and good life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-6614428862719179208?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/6614428862719179208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=6614428862719179208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6614428862719179208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6614428862719179208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/09/looking-forward-to.html' title='Looking Forward To'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-forlblJhtd0/ToI9M6DOomI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/1lZaXb4jaPk/s72-c/Go%2BBison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-3896191084285029507</id><published>2011-09-19T20:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T20:33:04.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Milestones</title><content type='html'>In the past week, RT has gotten his first tooth, rolled and scooted around the house, kept his head straight with his strong neck, ate rice cereal, sat in the high chair, talked and talked and talked, and attended his first Oktoberfest celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good week.  Now, if he would just stop growing so quickly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-3896191084285029507?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/3896191084285029507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=3896191084285029507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/3896191084285029507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/3896191084285029507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/09/few-milestones.html' title='A Few Milestones'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-1159276792756854806</id><published>2011-09-12T16:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T17:06:49.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In New York...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B6IDsQJWk6Y/Tm5t_OynAYI/AAAAAAAAA8I/YWgPukOa8x4/s1600/IMG_0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B6IDsQJWk6Y/Tm5t_OynAYI/AAAAAAAAA8I/YWgPukOa8x4/s320/IMG_0382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651575515466105218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Auntie Nikki working on RT's tummy time at the airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OufqnIpdxZM/Tm5t-b2iK9I/AAAAAAAAA8A/EaVUdZ_ZihY/s1600/IMG_0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OufqnIpdxZM/Tm5t-b2iK9I/AAAAAAAAA8A/EaVUdZ_ZihY/s320/IMG_0385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651575501792357330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RT was so good on the plane.  He mostly slept both flights with hardly a fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-klhz1m1Nkz8/Tm5t99N0S9I/AAAAAAAAA74/oMjPQKg9j-I/s1600/IMG_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-klhz1m1Nkz8/Tm5t99N0S9I/AAAAAAAAA74/oMjPQKg9j-I/s320/IMG_0386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651575493568515026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And still managed to pass out each night at the hotel...tired boy from so many adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zQ8jV60cmc/Tm5t8zqb-bI/AAAAAAAAA7w/b8gh5_1n-Ws/s1600/IMG_0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zQ8jV60cmc/Tm5t8zqb-bI/AAAAAAAAA7w/b8gh5_1n-Ws/s320/IMG_0387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651575473824332210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RT's first art museum visit...might as well do it right at the Guggenheim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UES5wSNu1qI/Tm5tKBaPW9I/AAAAAAAAA7o/3ZbCW8m6NPo/s1600/IMG_0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UES5wSNu1qI/Tm5tKBaPW9I/AAAAAAAAA7o/3ZbCW8m6NPo/s320/IMG_0390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651574601341164498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of us waiting to get in to the museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UGNSaXn1tSM/Tm5tJnkagYI/AAAAAAAAA7g/A0Yx_Mze0Ig/s1600/IMG_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UGNSaXn1tSM/Tm5tJnkagYI/AAAAAAAAA7g/A0Yx_Mze0Ig/s320/IMG_0391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651574594404516226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this spiral and how it ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J3mBZpyWq-E/Tm5tIVY99XI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/KKmydU1BvRA/s1600/IMG_0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J3mBZpyWq-E/Tm5tIVY99XI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/KKmydU1BvRA/s320/IMG_0395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651574572344800626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RT is Mr. Tour Guide in NYC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G6AjEyvoF6o/Tm5tHnei0sI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WkvLOC--hIM/s1600/IMG_0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G6AjEyvoF6o/Tm5tHnei0sI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WkvLOC--hIM/s320/IMG_0396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651574560020157122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Victory Tower at Ground Zero...one week before the 10th anniversary of 9/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8kBSQl8n6zs/Tm5sFapOb3I/AAAAAAAAA7I/91HgfCMt6mw/s1600/IMG_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8kBSQl8n6zs/Tm5sFapOb3I/AAAAAAAAA7I/91HgfCMt6mw/s320/IMG_0409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651573422703931250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I never tire of seeing Lady Liberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw-IxzFC2Q8/Tm5sE0oz_iI/AAAAAAAAA7A/sLgccw9WtoQ/s1600/IMG_0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fw-IxzFC2Q8/Tm5sE0oz_iI/AAAAAAAAA7A/sLgccw9WtoQ/s320/IMG_0414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651573412501650978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And felt safer than ever thanks to the Coast Guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-soGh_Ew6wmw/Tm5sEPUJPNI/AAAAAAAAA64/-ohzNKQV7B0/s1600/IMG_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-soGh_Ew6wmw/Tm5sEPUJPNI/AAAAAAAAA64/-ohzNKQV7B0/s320/IMG_0424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651573402482851026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first date since RT's birth...alone in NYC...so wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dtv3Hiu9mvQ/Tm5sCycQIjI/AAAAAAAAA6w/YiddL-EIMpI/s1600/IMG_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dtv3Hiu9mvQ/Tm5sCycQIjI/AAAAAAAAA6w/YiddL-EIMpI/s320/IMG_0430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651573377552359986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin's Bobby's son Henry is a mover.  Just try to catch him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family made the trip to New York last weekend for my Grandma Agnes's memorial.  Most of us took a short boat ride in Northport and said goodbye.  It was simple and nice.  It was good to get the family all together.  It was the first time since Grandpa's similar memorial.  I miss Grandma like crazy.  I do so wish she could have met the Rogers in my life.  She would be so happy for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got some sight seeing in, though not a lot.  It was a short trip.  I cannot wait to get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another NY related item, The Jets beat the Cowboys...YES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-1159276792756854806?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/1159276792756854806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=1159276792756854806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1159276792756854806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1159276792756854806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-new-york.html' title='In New York...'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B6IDsQJWk6Y/Tm5t_OynAYI/AAAAAAAAA8I/YWgPukOa8x4/s72-c/IMG_0382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-6900657002496921273</id><published>2011-08-25T22:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:37:10.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Loads and Loads</title><content type='html'>Of reading and homework.  I will likely not have much time or desire to write too often in the blog.  Perhaps some pictures now and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With reading 200+ pages a week and writing 4-10 pages a week, I think all I will be able to manage is Facebook updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, then again, you never know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-6900657002496921273?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/6900657002496921273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=6900657002496921273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6900657002496921273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6900657002496921273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/08/loads-and-loads.html' title='Loads and Loads'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-6507967697536362901</id><published>2011-08-21T22:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:06:17.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Chapter...Research Chapter</title><content type='html'>This evening the Rogers and I headed to Lindenwood Park for a picnic for my new program at NDSU.  It was a nice evening, except for all the flies, and it was good to meet so many people.  I was the only PhD student that attended, which is too bad.  I met several students in the counseling department.  It was fun to discuss different things, but I really missed talking about movies and other media.  Oh well, it will come, I'm sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purchased my books...UGH!  I am not looking forward to Quantitative Research Methods, which uses statistics.  It is definitely a different kind of research than I have experience with.  I am hoping that with a little help from Roger, I can write this kind of research as well.  I am really looking forward to my course in development from birth to adolescence.  It was fun discussing with early, early childhood instructors my son's birth and development.  I am looking forward to exploring differing perspectives in nurturing children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is orientation for new grad students.  I hope to see some of the people I met tonight and meet some others.  It looks to be an interesting chapter in my life.  And I look forward to that time when I will be Dr. Skophammer, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-6507967697536362901?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/6507967697536362901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=6507967697536362901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6507967697536362901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6507967697536362901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-chapterresearch-chapter.html' title='New Chapter...Research Chapter'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-7225160559195096915</id><published>2011-08-16T11:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T11:30:12.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growth Spurts</title><content type='html'>All us Skophammers are experiencing growth spurts.  And, growing is NOT easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT is eating almost 50% more a day than he was last week.  I don't know what happened over the weekend, but he's eating so much more!  He hates to fall asleep, so he gets cranky when he is over tired.  We work with him at getting him to calm down and fall asleep.  It is tricky!  We think we have it figured out, but then the next night we have to find a new solution.  He's sleeping in his bouncy chair right now and looks so perfect.  We are all figuring out his needs.  Overall, he is the most happy, joyful baby I've ever seen.  I adore him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger's growth spurt deals with commuting.  He's not commuted for work for years.  He doesn't really have his own car, so he needs rides with people.  This is new for him.  Jodi is great and I think it will all work out after a routine is formed.  School started for faculty yesterday.  I miss having him home in the day, but I think he will get more work done because he stays at work longer, and that means we will have better quality time together at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My growth spurt deals with learning to manage my stress and anxiety.  I am trying to find the calm in all this crap.  It is not easy, but I'm growing and learning more about myself and my limits in dealing with stuff.  I have limits and they are becoming fairly rigid and I'm good with that.  With school starting next week for me, I hope to have all this under control soon.  I'm moving in the right direction.  Hopefully, it will be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never stop growing, but it seems like we are all dealing with such an accelerated growth this week.  I don't understand it, but I accept it.  That's about all I can ask of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-7225160559195096915?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/7225160559195096915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=7225160559195096915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/7225160559195096915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/7225160559195096915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/08/growth-spurts.html' title='Growth Spurts'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-3736490952908672930</id><published>2011-08-11T18:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T18:44:10.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Love</title><content type='html'>Talking to a friend on the phone; especially one that I haven't talked to for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving with the windows down when the temperature is just right and sun is shining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark Chocolate Ice Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedicures with glittery polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purring cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching movies or TV with Roger on a couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When RT tries to kiss me on the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful and loving grandkids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet time in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something that has been weighing on me gets resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festivals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling and hearing old family stories, even if they've been told hundreds of times before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing I am a strong woman, a good woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of rain in the late summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilacs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crunch of leaves under foot in late autumn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crackle of a campfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I am always loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving people unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh baked bread, especially Mom's Hungarian Fennel Bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching "Beverly Hills 90210" reruns when nobody is home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bond, James Bond (as if you couldn't guess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and understanding, on both the large and small scale in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Roger cooks dinner-like tonight...and it's done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-3736490952908672930?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/3736490952908672930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=3736490952908672930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/3736490952908672930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/3736490952908672930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-i-love.html' title='Things I Love'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-7901766515976554428</id><published>2011-08-11T13:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T13:20:46.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Practically Perfect is Hard!</title><content type='html'>I love my life.  I believe it is practically perfect.  I have a wonderful loving husband.  A beautiful and funny son.  Two cats who constantly show unconditional love.  An extended family that I have great relationships with.  And I always feel extremely loved.  My life is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, sometimes, challenges arise that make this great life tough.  Today, RT failed the hearing test in his left ear for the third time.  He saw an ENT doctor, who said his ear looks perfect and healthy.  What does that mean?  He didn't really know.  We are scheduled for another test; a longer hearing test.  I spoke with the audiologist about having it without sedation.  I am against general anesthesia unless it is the only way.  The dangers of death scare me.  The audiologist said we could schedule it to be done without sedation.  We scheduled with the receptionist and I got attitude for not wanting sedation.  She made me feel dumb, when in fact, I am quite educated and will research this myself.  So, the bad news of his lack of hearing is compounded by the attitude at the check-out desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days there just seems like so much on my plate.  I'm dealing with some anger and hurt feelings and a messy house and a lack of sleep and uncertainty of my future.  It is overwhelming, to say the least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I am thankful for the true friends and great family I have in my life.  I surround myself with those that are loyal and true and a positive influence on my life.  I enjoy their love and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I really wanted a margarita at 10:30 this morning and spent a few minutes crying at the kitchen sink at 11:30, I feel good about my life.  It is going in the right direction, with good people in the mix.  RT may have hearing issues, but his right ear is perfect and he is developing normally for speech and growth.  Roger has a good job that he loves.  I have a new challenge that allows me time at home with my lovely son.  I'll take the challenges and difficult times and work through them, because my great life is worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-There is an air show here this weekend and I just hear the Navy jets doing flybys...I've missed that sound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-7901766515976554428?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/7901766515976554428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=7901766515976554428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/7901766515976554428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/7901766515976554428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/08/sometimes-practically-perfect-is-hard.html' title='Sometimes Practically Perfect is Hard!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-2571545752821942014</id><published>2011-08-08T14:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T14:58:04.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritations!</title><content type='html'>Usually I am pretty positive on this blog, but today several things have irritated me, so I thought I'd vent a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I bought some damn stupid thing from the Dallas Cowboys or the Pittsburgh Steelers years ago, for people I am no longer friends with, does not mean I want emails from the teams every week!  I'm sick of it.  I hate the Cowboys (3rd hatest team ever!) and the Steelers lost to the Packers last year (dammit).  I don't want the stupid emails, but the steps to take to remove myself from their mailing list are too many and I just don't want to deal with it.  I think every time I see them I feel that irritation of poor friendships in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been driving me insane!  I moved back to North Dakota to get out of Virginia humidity and heat.  This year, however, I have been hot and sticky most of the summer.  We went from winter to summer in like two days.  It is miserable to be hot and NOT have a beach with an ocean to cool off in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of packing and unpacking and am actually getting nowhere.  I have learned to cook without certain items, because I haven't found them yet.  I've just packed three large totes in my office and need to bring them home to put somewhere (probably the garage for awhile).  I would like the unpacking genie to get it all done for me...and just the way I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could understand exactly what RT wants all the time.  I can't.  I'm learning, but it gets frustrating when he cries and I'm not sure why.  I try everything.  I think mostly it is because he is overly tired, but he keeps himself awake...he doesn't want to miss out on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start running and training for the 10k or 10ks I have to run in October.  I've signed up for one in Virginia and am still contemplating the one during the Twin Cities Marathon.  However, I am not sleeping well, so it is difficult to get out and run.  I need to do it or I won't be doing any 10ks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need new clothes and I hate shopping.  I guess I'll bite the bullet and do it one of these weekends.  Yuck!  The last thing I want to do is shop on the weekend.  Maybe when Roger stays home with RT one day a week, I can go shopping.  We'll have to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...nice to get some things off my chest!  Thanks for listening (reading).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-2571545752821942014?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/2571545752821942014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=2571545752821942014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2571545752821942014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2571545752821942014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/08/irritations.html' title='Irritations!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-7036493432026836348</id><published>2011-08-07T20:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T20:34:24.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Iowa; We Meet Again</title><content type='html'>Roger, RT and I just returned from Coon Rapids, Iowa for the Skophammer Family Reunion.  We stayed in a farm house, on a farm.  We woke to cows mooing (and we think they were in heat!).  It was quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived in Waterloo, Iowa for a year, and it wasn't one of my best years.  I didn't really like living in Iowa.  I still don't think I'd like to live there.  But, this was a nice reunion.  The flower gardens were gorgeous.  We drove surrounded by corn field for miles and miles.  It was a simple yet chaotic weekend with the 30 of Roger Skophammer's family in the house.  We definitely had the largest family at the reunion.  I think Roger 1 was proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to be home.  And, we get to be home for 3 weeks before we are off to New York City with the Schmid family.  RT is already becoming a seasoned traveler.  He's sleeping next to me now and I just love him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Iowa...I had your Party Dip, I saw your corn, I felt the humidity...I'm done with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-7036493432026836348?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/7036493432026836348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=7036493432026836348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/7036493432026836348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/7036493432026836348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/08/ah-iowa-we-meet-again.html' title='Ah, Iowa; We Meet Again'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-6306585367681362556</id><published>2011-08-04T08:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T08:31:22.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>I leave for vacation knowing I have so much to do when I get back to prepare for school, again!  I am officially accepted into the PhD program at NDSU...Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Minnesota for a day with the grandkids and then on to Iowa for the Skophammer family reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then home to rest (NOT!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-6306585367681362556?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/6306585367681362556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=6306585367681362556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6306585367681362556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6306585367681362556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/08/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-658879233313311789</id><published>2011-08-02T09:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T09:09:43.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a big day!  It was really the last official duty I had as the Bridges Program Coordinator.  The rest of this week and next week will be training my replacement, Joy.  I think Joy will do a wonderful job.  It is a unique program with interesting students.  I found my job challenging and fun.  I will admit that my pregnancy made it more stressful than it should have been, but it was a good fit.  I will miss working with students so closely.  Yesterday's orientation and registration session brought some great students that are starting this year.  It was such a nice day getting most of the students together for the meeting.  And, I enjoyed the cookies and lemonade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit strange as I missed RT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out that I am (unofficially) accepted into the PhD program at NDSU.  I will have a part time assistantship, which will pay tuition!  I don't know at what capacity, but they require only 10 hours a week, and I can handle that, and so can RT!  I am extremely excited to be doctoral bound!  I'm nervous about the work, but excited about the academic setting.  I do so love school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after a big day yesterday, we have a quiet day today.  Cassie is here working on a puzzle.  Some family is coming for dinner.  Roger will be home for lunch.  It is a good summer day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a couple easy days before we leave for the reunion and then return just in time to get ready for school to start...3 weeks from today!!  Life is never boring for us and I like it that way.  It's a great life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-658879233313311789?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/658879233313311789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=658879233313311789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/658879233313311789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/658879233313311789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/08/big-day.html' title='Big Day'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-1346780355577449858</id><published>2011-07-30T09:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T09:42:53.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on a Saturday Morning...</title><content type='html'>RT is bouncing in his chair and smiling and talking to the pig and the chick.  We've had a quiet morning while Cassie is upstairs sleeping.  RT has had his second and third breakfasts and will hopefully be pretty good until we pick up Roger from the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not enjoyed being home without Roger.  Cassie's visit has helped, but I miss my husband.  It is amazing how attached to people we get...I think it is a good thing.  I enjoy having someone to share my life with; not just the big stuff, but the every day and the mundane.  I am glad he will be home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed at how much energy a little thing like a baby takes.  I feel like I keep running out of energy.  I've been walking, but I need to start running again to train for a 10k in October.  I hope that after another week of walking, I will be ready to add in some minutes of running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also time to really start watching what we eat.  I've dropped all the baby weight plus more, but I'd like to lose a lot more weight overall.  I need to start with breakfasts that do not include cupcakes!  Next week will be hectic and then vacation, but the following week I will start the diet.  I need to start those habits before school starts in a month, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in awe of single mothers who raise more than one child.  It has got to be tough!  They should get some kind of medal.  I never expected motherhood to be easy, but it has been much more difficult than I thought.  But, I do love it...every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are headed to Minnesota for the annual Skophammer softball game.  I love this family event, but I'm tired and would not mind just staying home this weekend and chilling out.  But, we will get to see Nikki and Jon and that will be good.  My tendonitis has flared up the past week and I have been in mild pain all the time.  I had hoped that would be cured by my moving to North Dakota or by the pregnancy, but no such luck.  I guess I'll get some Aleve and hope that helps until winter.  It was nice not having the pain while I was pregnant, but not enough to get pregnant again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'd better get things moving.  Nothing is quick with a baby and a 10-year old girl.  Everyone have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-1346780355577449858?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/1346780355577449858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=1346780355577449858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1346780355577449858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1346780355577449858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/07/thoughts-on-saturday-morning.html' title='Thoughts on a Saturday Morning...'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-8829607419678662288</id><published>2011-07-25T22:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T22:25:02.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Life!</title><content type='html'>Just a post to say that I love my life.  My husband is tapping our son's back while RT lay on Roger's chest.  We are watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Rings&lt;/span&gt; for the hundredth time, or so.  The cats are nearby.  Our new townhouse is a mess.  We had an impromptu dinner at my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that would make it all better is some blueberry cheesecake...perhaps another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-8829607419678662288?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/8829607419678662288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=8829607419678662288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/8829607419678662288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/8829607419678662288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/07/loving-life.html' title='Loving Life!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-1110719186948229571</id><published>2011-07-25T10:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T10:56:56.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Roger 1 Turns 82</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwxQZN-h1VM/Ti2DhykTYGI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ey7XYyfluWo/s1600/IMG_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwxQZN-h1VM/Ti2DhykTYGI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ey7XYyfluWo/s320/IMG_0228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633303325443317858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen caught stealing frosting off the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LBeJ-cT_AM8/Ti2DhdNWQzI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Yp5SKoZGWYg/s1600/IMG_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LBeJ-cT_AM8/Ti2DhdNWQzI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Yp5SKoZGWYg/s320/IMG_0227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633303319709893426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa and Patsy loving RT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-old22ZSkkHE/Ti2DhLEcZDI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/nJrvnnkA4wE/s1600/IMG_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-old22ZSkkHE/Ti2DhLEcZDI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/nJrvnnkA4wE/s320/IMG_0226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633303314840708146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take me out to the ballgame cake for Roger/Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fhXJAoESA3U/Ti2Dg2wkvKI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/kgrJKjqA1x0/s1600/IMG_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fhXJAoESA3U/Ti2Dg2wkvKI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/kgrJKjqA1x0/s320/IMG_0225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633303309388659874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roger 1 with his cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bsnFCCrs40/Ti2C_H0xKXI/AAAAAAAAA6I/EU6E7ysU3qo/s1600/IMG_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bsnFCCrs40/Ti2C_H0xKXI/AAAAAAAAA6I/EU6E7ysU3qo/s320/IMG_0223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633302729854101874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such a happy, happy boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hBV_QAXlv2E/Ti2C-0ZlTUI/AAAAAAAAA6A/DQbgujaZlr0/s1600/IMG_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hBV_QAXlv2E/Ti2C-0ZlTUI/AAAAAAAAA6A/DQbgujaZlr0/s320/IMG_0222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633302724639804738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily, Brianna and Trish getting RT to giggle and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-TMi9gaMSU/Ti2C-VZPXjI/AAAAAAAAA54/P8J-CeBCMic/s1600/IMG_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-TMi9gaMSU/Ti2C-VZPXjI/AAAAAAAAA54/P8J-CeBCMic/s320/IMG_0174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633302716316868146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The needed picture of RT with the Prairie Chicken in Rothsay.  Next time we'll stop and see Great Aunt Darlene and Great Uncle Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great trip to the Twin Cities!  We missed all the storms on the way back, thankfully.  Then we moved.  And we are still unpacking.  Ah, this summer is such a busy, busy time for the North Dakota Skopies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-1110719186948229571?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/1110719186948229571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=1110719186948229571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1110719186948229571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1110719186948229571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/07/roger-1-turns-82.html' title='Roger 1 Turns 82'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwxQZN-h1VM/Ti2DhykTYGI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ey7XYyfluWo/s72-c/IMG_0228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-2058366971635386525</id><published>2011-07-24T09:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T09:51:11.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>28 Retired!  Congrats Bert!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-91DoftZQsvA/TiwiKxV9vRI/AAAAAAAAA5w/lwyjMUtwuKY/s1600/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-91DoftZQsvA/TiwiKxV9vRI/AAAAAAAAA5w/lwyjMUtwuKY/s320/IMG_0218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632914802373147922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bert Blylevn's number 28 is retired for the Minnesota Twins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xGKAqh3uLt8/TiwiKgMZ19I/AAAAAAAAA5o/DoM2MHmnGDI/s1600/IMG_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xGKAqh3uLt8/TiwiKgMZ19I/AAAAAAAAA5o/DoM2MHmnGDI/s320/IMG_0219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632914797769643986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone on the field celebrating Bert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7JatXGhMFck/Tiwh2N_6ebI/AAAAAAAAA5g/bG3u_F2OtPM/s1600/IMG_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7JatXGhMFck/Tiwh2N_6ebI/AAAAAAAAA5g/bG3u_F2OtPM/s320/IMG_0215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632914449288034738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28...retired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j4ZVqWGZt1E/Tiwh1jZr-HI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NGzyG02-qUM/s1600/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j4ZVqWGZt1E/Tiwh1jZr-HI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NGzyG02-qUM/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632914437853411442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bert's short, but humble speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6FUBhwVuoj4/Tiwh1IfKYLI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Trur8rRQqQc/s1600/IMG_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6FUBhwVuoj4/Tiwh1IfKYLI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Trur8rRQqQc/s320/IMG_0214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632914430628618418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the retired numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cULYNd1Kbu0/Tiwh0gdFI1I/AAAAAAAAA5I/chnnJPmtJpY/s1600/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cULYNd1Kbu0/Tiwh0gdFI1I/AAAAAAAAA5I/chnnJPmtJpY/s320/IMG_0212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632914419882468178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2011 Twins on the field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V6Ga593jWqg/TiwhPLVmJUI/AAAAAAAAA5A/B7i_FUC201M/s1600/IMG_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V6Ga593jWqg/TiwhPLVmJUI/AAAAAAAAA5A/B7i_FUC201M/s320/IMG_0202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632913778558772546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bert running from the outfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X9m6Fi36PTc/TiwhO_oT6KI/AAAAAAAAA44/hNNNmYHD2N0/s1600/IMG_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X9m6Fi36PTc/TiwhO_oT6KI/AAAAAAAAA44/hNNNmYHD2N0/s320/IMG_0200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632913775416043682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rod Carew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPRmCblvS-I/TiwhOQ4YexI/AAAAAAAAA4w/t_N29WpAq60/s1600/IMG_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPRmCblvS-I/TiwhOQ4YexI/AAAAAAAAA4w/t_N29WpAq60/s320/IMG_0198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632913762866985746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Oliva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UKtT_bS3XrY/TiwhNwBWP_I/AAAAAAAAA4o/VO-zqaPrsq4/s1600/IMG_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UKtT_bS3XrY/TiwhNwBWP_I/AAAAAAAAA4o/VO-zqaPrsq4/s320/IMG_0196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632913754046218226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kent Hrbek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WXyzw9ztjAs/TiwgkaV7xwI/AAAAAAAAA4g/3s45PDczN_k/s1600/IMG_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WXyzw9ztjAs/TiwgkaV7xwI/AAAAAAAAA4g/3s45PDczN_k/s320/IMG_0192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632913043852347138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to be revealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MNXAZoRwiZE/Tiwgj01qBdI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/fKDAQalIgZ0/s1600/IMG_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MNXAZoRwiZE/Tiwgj01qBdI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/fKDAQalIgZ0/s320/IMG_0191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632913033784853970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#28 on the field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IAo8DJ_Nnbg/TiwgjIRAnOI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/0zJQMe98fdY/s1600/IMG_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IAo8DJ_Nnbg/TiwgjIRAnOI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/0zJQMe98fdY/s320/IMG_0189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632913021819985122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congratulations Bert!  Your number has been officially retired for the Minnesota Twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Bert enters the National Baseball Hall of Fame.  Bert is one of Roger's heroes.  It is wonderful to see someone get recognized for years of hard work.  The game last Saturday was fun.  There were many clips throughout the game of Bert's careers as a pitcher and Twins announcer.  He's funny and hard-working.  What a guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's your day, Bert!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-2058366971635386525?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/2058366971635386525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=2058366971635386525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2058366971635386525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2058366971635386525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/07/28-retired-congrats-bert.html' title='28 Retired!  Congrats Bert!!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-91DoftZQsvA/TiwiKxV9vRI/AAAAAAAAA5w/lwyjMUtwuKY/s72-c/IMG_0218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-7661722941697442873</id><published>2011-07-23T16:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T16:18:23.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RT's First Twins Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_UiDbu1HnW0/TisrqjMyERI/AAAAAAAAA4I/-jAIeMFBfH8/s1600/IMG_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_UiDbu1HnW0/TisrqjMyERI/AAAAAAAAA4I/-jAIeMFBfH8/s320/IMG_0185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632643768960291090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Revere after his somersaulting triple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lttglpgdvOA/TisrSGClzBI/AAAAAAAAA4A/2CeOFRCQvkU/s1600/IMG_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lttglpgdvOA/TisrSGClzBI/AAAAAAAAA4A/2CeOFRCQvkU/s320/IMG_0187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632643348816055314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael Cuddyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q4m3dbZZOFw/TisrRlrVFdI/AAAAAAAAA34/2eOEGhi0g5I/s1600/IMG_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q4m3dbZZOFw/TisrRlrVFdI/AAAAAAAAA34/2eOEGhi0g5I/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632643340128556498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vSiDvKjFALc/Tisq0EXzXwI/AAAAAAAAA3o/itnLM9wCl9s/s1600/IMG_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vSiDvKjFALc/Tisq0EXzXwI/AAAAAAAAA3o/itnLM9wCl9s/s320/IMG_0184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632642832972078850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RT is checking out the crowd behind us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8k-kdPqq1k/TisqzgiaLcI/AAAAAAAAA3g/DDM1-5Ync64/s1600/IMG_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8k-kdPqq1k/TisqzgiaLcI/AAAAAAAAA3g/DDM1-5Ync64/s320/IMG_0182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632642823352888770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twins Fans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rnsXKMm_Cxc/TisqzDwMubI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/1z3z-A7euuo/s1600/IMG_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rnsXKMm_Cxc/TisqzDwMubI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/1z3z-A7euuo/s320/IMG_0181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632642815626099122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RT enjoying the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8yWcZoNgkig/TisqRn39jTI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/mJB6Y2LFR1I/s1600/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8yWcZoNgkig/TisqRn39jTI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/mJB6Y2LFR1I/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632642241206783282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love, Love Target Field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ug7NPWOyNc/TisqRUkpxbI/AAAAAAAAA3I/lNDJgByQ4uQ/s1600/IMG_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ug7NPWOyNc/TisqRUkpxbI/AAAAAAAAA3I/lNDJgByQ4uQ/s320/IMG_0176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632642236025521586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Papa, RT, Grandpa and Ethan outside the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bd0QOFmWV44/TisqQzruRBI/AAAAAAAAA3A/sdEPYL1bDTw/s1600/IMG_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bd0QOFmWV44/TisqQzruRBI/AAAAAAAAA3A/sdEPYL1bDTw/s320/IMG_0175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632642227196806162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RT is dressed and ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time at RT's first Twin's game.  The weather was stormy and HOT before the game, but ended up being a perfect night for watching baseball.  The Twins lost (thanks in part to that damn Capps), but we had a good time celebrating Grandpa's 82nd birthday.  It was a good time for all the Skophammers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT was originally going to go the next night to the game to see Bert Blyleven's number retired, but it was too hot, so he spent the night with his sister, brother-in-law and nieces and nephew.  It was a great baseball weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't wait to bring RT back next year (and every year after that)!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-7661722941697442873?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/7661722941697442873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=7661722941697442873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/7661722941697442873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/7661722941697442873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/07/rts-first-twins-game.html' title='RT&apos;s First Twins Game'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_UiDbu1HnW0/TisrqjMyERI/AAAAAAAAA4I/-jAIeMFBfH8/s72-c/IMG_0185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-5519996024119707330</id><published>2011-07-21T14:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T14:57:34.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved!</title><content type='html'>There have been no blog posts because we have moved from Valley City to West Fargo.  It is great to live close to family and some old, but great, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to catch you up, soon.  RT attended his first Twins game and this move has been something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, my friends, soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-5519996024119707330?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/5519996024119707330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=5519996024119707330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/5519996024119707330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/5519996024119707330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/07/moved.html' title='Moved!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-635998740023087387</id><published>2011-07-12T13:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T14:03:09.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Giggles, Screams and Everything In Between</title><content type='html'>There is nothing more heart-warming and special than seeing RT smile and giggle.  I love to get close to his face and he smiles and coos and tries to speak.  I love it.  There is nothing like it that I've ever experienced!  He is a happy boy...most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in awhile, RT screams.  It is odd and scary.  One night he'd been asleep for an hour and screamed for three or four minutes and never really woke up.  I was freaked!  I did some checking and it seems normal.  It is just over-tiredness and growing pains!  Also, he'll fall asleep and wake quickly and will screech a little then.  He just needs some calming and he's okay pretty quickly.  These sounds cause me to panic.  It is hard to hear him unhappy and not know what to do to help him.  I just try soothing, hugging, changing his diaper, feeding and rocking him.  So far, these seem to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many other sounds that RT makes.  He grunts and snorts.  He cries and even bawls.  He is wonderful...the light of my life.  I would feel so lost without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never one of those women who loved babies and always wanted one.  In fact, for a long time I didn't want a baby.  But, then I was around some enchanting kids and babies and my heart longed for a baby of our own.  I'm so thankful every day that RT is healthy and was relatively easy for us to have.  I love Roger so much and am grateful for his willingness and natural fatherhood and all the love he gives to us every day.  I feel like my family is full and happy.  I couldn't ask for anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to RT's next sounds.  At the same time, I want him to stop growing so quickly.  These two months have flown by; I'm amazed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a baby has changed my life; it is all that much more wonderful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-635998740023087387?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/635998740023087387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=635998740023087387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/635998740023087387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/635998740023087387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/07/giggles-screams-and-everything-in.html' title='Giggles, Screams and Everything In Between'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-9068441501100534822</id><published>2011-07-10T10:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T10:36:54.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime Blues</title><content type='html'>I've been battling the blues for the past week or so.  I have figured out a couple of causes, which will be remedied soon.  There's still some hormonal issues that I deal with; those should subside soon.  I adore spending time with my beautiful son, which makes me feel better every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been taking Zyrtec for my allergies for a couple years.  I ran out last week and started taking some of Roger's Allegra.  My allergies seemed to be helped.  In talking with Roger about the Allegra, we remembered why I quit Allegra years ago; it makes me depressed and tired.  It only took a few days of taking it to see these not so great side effects.  I last took it yesterday morning and will see if stopping it makes a difference.  I am so sensitive to medications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem is all this moving.  Roger and I, well mainly Roger, have been packing up our apartment.  We've also been helping move and unpack my parents in their new apartment.  We still need to line up movers or a truck.  And, we have our trip to Target Field to see the Twins and get back the night before we'll move.  Ugh!  I'm looking forward to getting into the new place, getting rid of this place and finding some normalcy...for a week or so before more events and travel take place.  I love summer, but this one has been tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a beautiful sunny day, but the temperature will creep up and it will be too hot to enjoy it much.  Our window AC units don't cut it.  But, we will get this place packed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger and I keep a close eye on my mood.  We know the signs and symptoms of postpartum depression and so far I don't show signs of that, thankfully!  But, if either of us are worried, we'll head directly to the doctor; we will not mess around with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, we'll find the cure for these summertime blues soon.  Perhaps margaritas on our patio in a couple weeks.  Or, watching the Twins win with my loved ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-9068441501100534822?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/9068441501100534822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=9068441501100534822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/9068441501100534822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/9068441501100534822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/07/summertime-blues.html' title='Summertime Blues'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-874542995678652199</id><published>2011-07-07T09:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T09:01:28.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blog-Special Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Papa!  I love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-874542995678652199?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/874542995678652199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=874542995678652199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/874542995678652199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/874542995678652199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/07/baby-blog-special-edition.html' title='Baby Blog-Special Edition'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-327725216413266791</id><published>2011-07-06T15:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T15:42:36.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blog-Week 8</title><content type='html'>I've been around for 8 weeks today.  Next, I go by months.  Time sure has been flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a loud booming week around here.  I'm not sure what fireworks are, but my parents and I aren't big fans when it is time for me to sleep.  I didn't see anything, but I certainly heard lots!  Auntie Nikki, Grandma and Grandpa visited over the weekend.  I was passed around and loved all the time.  It was great.  Mom and Dad packed up a lot of stuff.  We are all, except Auntie Nikki, moving to West Fargo so soon.  It is exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to get too hot and it has been warm and sticky here.  I like to be naked! But, I have so much cute clothes!  Some days Mommy just doesn't know what I should wear.  I'll choose myself soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work today and flirted with everyone.  I have the cutest smile!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the bottle is calling...later, my wonderful peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-327725216413266791?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/327725216413266791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=327725216413266791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/327725216413266791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/327725216413266791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/07/baby-blog-week-8.html' title='Baby Blog-Week 8'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-2976140259036147643</id><published>2011-07-05T09:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T09:53:53.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Possessions</title><content type='html'>We are in the middle of packing our apartment up to move in two weeks.  We are only moving 45 minutes away, but we have a lot of work to do.  When we leave our apartment, a couple from upstairs will move in here.  It is a nice place.  I am glad we chose this place last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so much stuff.  We have pared down several times, but end up accumulating more things.  It is just the way it is.  RT has his own pile of things, too.  In contacting movers, we have to remember that we have a crib and a changing table and a rocker and totes of baby things.  Packing RT's things remind me that it doesn't take long and we are all gaining more stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We threw out a bunch and donated another bunch of stuff.  There is still so much more.  I've packed stacks of DVDs and books.  I have three or four boxes of cookbooks, and that is only about a third of what I had 6 or 7 years ago!  I have both of my grandparents china sets and they take up space.  Roger packed a few boxes of CDs.  We haven't even started on our barware...we have a bunch of that, too!  It is nice to be surrounded by our things, but not so nice to pack it all up to move.  By the time we are unpacked in West Fargo, we'll have gotten rid of lots more crap.  And then we buy more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting some furniture from my parents: not a lot, but some.  We have plans to purchase a few things, and RT will continue to receive gifts.  It is good to have things, possessions, don't get me wrong.  I love having my own things and family heirlooms and things I just love.  I just don't want so much stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-2976140259036147643?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/2976140259036147643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=2976140259036147643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2976140259036147643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2976140259036147643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/07/possessions.html' title='Possessions'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-772979701543367271</id><published>2011-07-03T15:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T16:32:15.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorting Through</title><content type='html'>With everything that has happened with Mom and Dad, they are paring down.  They are moving into a one bedroom apartment from a HUGE house.  They are deciding what to take to their new place, what to give away and what to store.  It is a tremendous undertaking and it's not like they had the luxury of time to deal with it.  It has all had to happen so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, in Valley City, in the midst of our own packing to move, Nikki and I went through old stuff from Mom and Dad's house, lots of old stuff.  It is always difficult to go through things that you've held onto for most of your life.  I'm still unsure if I'm doing the right thing getting rid of my Barbie dolls.  But, I don't want them.  I don't want the shirts from the Luther League Convention in San Antonio in 1988.  I don't want baby girl clothes, even if some were made by my grandmothers.  It is exhausting.  Nikki has so many dolls...so many.  Hopefully, people at the Arc store will want some of these things.  Some are very nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty giving things away.  There are gifts from aunts and uncles and grandparents and sister and parents and friends.  I feel guilty saying goodbye to things that were my grandparents and I don't even know why I have them.  It feels like giving away part of my past, part of my family's legacy.  But, we just can't keep it all.  I haven't looked in those boxes for 14+ years.  Roger and I try to not surround ourselves with so much stuff.  We have enough and adding to it is just not good for us.  We aren't really moving to a bigger place and don't have oodles of room for stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will, just this one time, apologize if I have given away something that you once gave to me.  I truly loved it when I received it, but it is time to move on.  Thank you for all the gifts you've given over the years.  I treasure them all.  But, it is time to move past my childhood and focus on my adulthood.  I've not only been sorting through all the stuff, but the memories and feelings as well.  It is not easy, but I'll keep sorting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-772979701543367271?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/772979701543367271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=772979701543367271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/772979701543367271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/772979701543367271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/07/sorting-through.html' title='Sorting Through'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-1867485439249739743</id><published>2011-06-30T10:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T10:51:38.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blog-Week 7</title><content type='html'>I am seven weeks and one day old today.  This past week has been full of new and exciting people and possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy's friend Samantha came all the way from Virginia to see me!  She worked at a camp in Illinois and drove up here to meet me. I felt so special.  We hung out.  It was fun to spend time with someone new...and I peed on her (heehee).  Sam was a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Auntie Karen and Uncle Harvey babysat me on Friday night.  Mom and Dad and Sam went to someplace called Hodo for dinner and left me at the Schneider's.  I had a great time!  I can't wait to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad are packing up the apartment to move.  We are moving in three weeks or so...wow!  Me and the cats are going to have a lot of adjusting to do.  But, I got some extremely great news!  Grandma and Grandpa Schmid are moving to Fargo, too!  They will live so close.  They are on their way here to see me and to find a place to live.  I can't wait to see them so much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weigh about 10 pounds...whew!  I'm growing.  I moved up a diaper size this week.  Mom says I need to slow down; I'm getting too big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost two months old, already.  Time sure flies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-1867485439249739743?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/1867485439249739743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=1867485439249739743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1867485439249739743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1867485439249739743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby-blog-week-7.html' title='Baby Blog-Week 7'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-4869293318041280109</id><published>2011-06-30T10:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T10:44:04.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts from the Dalai Lama</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 style="font-family: georgia;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;People inflict pain  on others in their selfish pursuit of happiness and satisfaction. Yet  true happiness comes from a sense of brotherhood and sisterhood. We need  to cultivate a sense of universal responsibility for one another and  the planet we share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;I subscribe to the Dalai Lama on Facebook and this is today's posting.  Usually, I read the post and think on it a moment and let it go, but this one has stuck with me, today.  I don't know why...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-4869293318041280109?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/4869293318041280109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=4869293318041280109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/4869293318041280109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/4869293318041280109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/06/thoughts-from-dalai-lama.html' title='Thoughts from the Dalai Lama'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-7621094622224977738</id><published>2011-06-27T09:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T09:53:51.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Is...</title><content type='html'>I've had a lot of time to think about the notion of home.  It started a few weeks ago when Roger and I were talking about what we wanted to do for our family this next school year.  We discussed my staying at home and taking some classes; that was the easy part.  Where we would live prompted the larger discussion.  The classes I would take are online, so we could have stayed in Valley City.  But, I wanted to keep the cats, have a dishwasher and washer and dryer.  I wanted to not have anyone above us.  I want to be near coffee shops and friends and family.  Valley City is a nice town, and I've made some friends in town, but it has never felt like home.  I want home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended Olga's funeral where the minister weaved Olga's desire to be home throughout the sermon.  He did a nice job sharing Olga's cooking and welcoming as part of home for her.  It resonated with me.  I want that home...where I can cook and welcome friends and family and enjoy myself.  We found a townhouse in West Fargo and it is exactly what we need.  It is nothing that we normally want.  It is all white and contemporary...not much character.  But, it has a dishwasher, washer and dryer and a den, and a two car garage.  And, right now I can't wait to move in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most difficult thoughts about home I've been dealing with is the fact that my parent's home is under water.  The flood in Minot is devastating for so many people.  Luckily, my parents have good friends with large garages.  They have been fortunate.  That doesn't negate the mourning they are going through in the loss of their home.  They have put hours and money into that house.  They have been working for 14 years to make it exactly what they want.  My dad retires in a few years and my parents had been thinking of a move after retirement, but that was on their own terms.  This is not.  My parents will likely not move back to their house, even if it is salvageable.  Minot has had a housing shortage for a couple years.  And with 10,000 people looking for alternate housing, there will be a BIG mess when it comes to housing.  Yes, FEMA trailers are on their way, but are they home?  Not likely.  I'd like my parents to move to Fargo, to be closer to me and RT.  But, they need to retire when it is time.  That leaves a couple of years to figure out.  They will.  I am sad for them and for many, many friends from high school.  I can't believe this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger, RT and I are moving toward home.  Of course, home for me is wherever they are.  Roger, RT and the cats are my home.  I'm just looking forward to having modern conveniences!  Home is where we make it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-7621094622224977738?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/7621094622224977738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=7621094622224977738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/7621094622224977738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/7621094622224977738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/06/home-is.html' title='Home Is...'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-899749240450724156</id><published>2011-06-23T15:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T15:57:12.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Major Life Change</title><content type='html'>Lately, our family has been dealing with several major sad events.  However, Roger, RT and I have wonderful news.  We are making a major change in our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have resigned from my job, effective August 12.  I will become a stay-at-home mom.  I cannot wait!  The more we discussed daycare and budgets, the more Roger and I both wanted to keep RT at home.  The daycare we were going to use is wonderful and RT would have been happy there, but I really want this wonderful opportunity to stay home.  I don't want to miss a minute of RT's growing up.  I'm just bursting with joy at this prospect of staying home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of home, that is changing, too.  Roger and I signed a lease on a townhome in West Fargo.  It is like moving to the suburbs.  The two-story townhouse is 10 years old and white and new.  There is so much closet space in there!  There are two bedrooms and a loft den upstairs...and two, yes, two bathrooms, and one of the bathrooms has a washer and dryer!!  Downstairs is a kitchen with a dishwasher and another half bathroom.  There is a lot of space.  We also have a two car garage.  I will miss the character, some, but I can't wait for the appliances!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are waiting on a move date, but August 1st is the latest.  Money will be tighter, but we can manage.  I will miss the student contact and the walk to work, but I eagerly await the walking we'll do on the wonderful paths in West Fargo.  I'll be closer to so many friends and family.  It is just all coming together for our family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-899749240450724156?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/899749240450724156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=899749240450724156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/899749240450724156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/899749240450724156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/06/another-major-life-change.html' title='Another Major Life Change'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-2813819502615390107</id><published>2011-06-22T09:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:11:49.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blog-Week 6</title><content type='html'>I'm six weeks old today.  I have had to learn some hard life lessons in the past week.  Last night I tried hard to console Mommy as she cried for a long time.  I smiled at her and she was immediately doing much, much better!  She said it is all just too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa are out of their home in Minot...there is nothing there.  I wonder if I'll ever go back there?  Not for a long time.  They can come and visit me, soon, though!  Mom has been looking at maps the make Minot look like a big lake.  It is so hard to just wait for this flood to happen.  I hope it is over with soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa's family has been struggling some, too.  Last week, my Great Uncle Bill fractured his hip.  My cousin Mary said he'll be okay.  I think he went home from the hospital and is in therapy already!  Yesterday, Mommy found out that Auntie Marlene had a stroke.  Mommy called Auntie Gwen to let Grandpa know and find out more of what happened.  I'm not sure it sounds too good.  I know many of my cousins love Auntie Marlene and I hope she makes a speedy recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Papa keep talking about moving and our future.  I'm not sure what's going on, but hope it is figured out very soon.  I'm along for the ride, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie and Tessa like to sit close enough for me to touch them with my hands or my feet.  They are funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we Rallied in the Valley, which included a parade, food vendors and lots of people.  It was fun!  Then we headed to Fargo to meet Shelly and Gabriel.  I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom says her friend Sami is coming tomorrow.  I love meeting new people.  I wish I could help clean the apartment, but Mom doesn't think Sam will care if we have a mess or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting presents...oh, how I love presents.  I have so many great outfits to wear for the next year or so.  Mommy and Papa tell me that I won't always get so many presents--darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy, now!  Later peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-2813819502615390107?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/2813819502615390107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=2813819502615390107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2813819502615390107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2813819502615390107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby-blog-week-6.html' title='Baby Blog-Week 6'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-6034467618223610931</id><published>2011-06-21T08:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T08:32:59.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flood</title><content type='html'>Roger is on his way to Minot to assist my parents in preparing for the impending flood.  Ugh!  All reports show that Minot will flood and it will be catastrophic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger and my parents are pulling up the beautiful hardwood floors, the carpet from the basement and making sure everything is out of the house, including appliances and stuff in the uppermost cupboards.  My parents are wiped out.  I feel so bad when I talk to them on the phone.  I just can't imagine how they feel.  I love their house, but it has never really been my home.  It is their home, though, and they have put a lot of work into making it what they want.  And, now they have to take it apart and pray it doesn't get totaled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things that I am thankful for and hope that my parents keep in good spirits.  It is only stuff, and at least everyone is safe.  It is sad for me that so many of my friends' childhood homes may be lost.  What a mess.  Somedays, it is harder to find the joy in the day, but then I look at my son, and it is all right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Minot in your good thoughts...my family thanks you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-6034467618223610931?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/6034467618223610931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=6034467618223610931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6034467618223610931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6034467618223610931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/06/flood.html' title='The Flood'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-8618147768326327758</id><published>2011-06-20T11:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T11:56:34.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs for a Funeral</title><content type='html'>On Facebook, I have been doing the 30 Day Song Challenge.  Today's challenge was to find a song for my funeral.  First of all, I don't really like funerals and hope that my family won't have a traditional funeral for me.  I prefer wakes where everyone tells stories and celebrates life, and imbibes in a few beers.  The challenge has made me ponder what songs I would want played for my wake.  I've come up with a few.  If you click on the titles, you will be taken to YouTube to see the video I've chosen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I chose for the Facebook challenge was &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHooH4464dQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Will Remember You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Sarah McLachlan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a high school friend reminded me that I once stated I wanted &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P9mwELXPGbA"&gt;One Night In Bangkok&lt;/a&gt; by Murray Head played at my funeral.  I like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was thinking about the film &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Big Chill&lt;/span&gt; and a discussion with my dad and want the Rolling Stones &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0Ph55zxQ44"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Can't Always Get What You Want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; played. (The link is in Spanish, but the song is in English)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought what is life, and remembered that &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U3sMjm9Eloo"&gt;Life is a Highway&lt;/a&gt; by Tom Cochrane.  That fits with the journey post from last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, who wants to be forgotten?  Not me, so Glass Tiger's 1980's hit &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jx6_-urg5fo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't Forget Me When I'm Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; must be added!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it's a wake, so there should be drinking and fun, so Chumbawumba's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2H5uWRjFsGc&amp;amp;feature=fvsr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tubthumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; will remind everyone to do just that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, as if YouTube could read my mind and knew exactly what I was doing, they suggested I try Funeral Party's song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBz1qeVtvxE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  It's not my favorite, but I had to add it because the internet told me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my sendoff should be a bunch of fun, at least music wise.  What songs do you want played?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-8618147768326327758?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/8618147768326327758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=8618147768326327758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/8618147768326327758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/8618147768326327758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/06/songs-for-funeral.html' title='Songs for a Funeral'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-7438905862505344795</id><published>2011-06-19T18:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T18:20:23.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of the Precious Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Um72Sin5LHo/Tf51h_izARI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/_nWeBU_ZL78/s1600/IMG_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Um72Sin5LHo/Tf51h_izARI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/_nWeBU_ZL78/s320/IMG_0166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620058611858473234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Contemplating the Old Tractors in the Parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlMSSkcYoTQ/Tf51hbMQCDI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/VHi-aWPySsU/s1600/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlMSSkcYoTQ/Tf51hbMQCDI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/VHi-aWPySsU/s320/IMG_0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620058602100230194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Old Tractor: Young Operator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mKIS1YKWUB8/Tf51g4G_SxI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Pl4a3899raA/s1600/IMG_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mKIS1YKWUB8/Tf51g4G_SxI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Pl4a3899raA/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620058592682920722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is He Waving or Rocking Out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dz18H4y3zxo/Tf51gL1SqUI/AAAAAAAAA2A/R1tK3Kk4VVY/s1600/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dz18H4y3zxo/Tf51gL1SqUI/AAAAAAAAA2A/R1tK3Kk4VVY/s320/IMG_0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620058580797532482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oops...Flood Picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JWpFoEoYB-0/Tf50RVC6k7I/AAAAAAAAA14/IBY0o7YGjfE/s1600/IMG_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JWpFoEoYB-0/Tf50RVC6k7I/AAAAAAAAA14/IBY0o7YGjfE/s320/IMG_0151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620057226060927922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Dad with Beautiful Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6UElI1w7GHM/Tf50Q3JDQII/AAAAAAAAA1w/cMHdZXi4jeI/s1600/IMG_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6UElI1w7GHM/Tf50Q3JDQII/AAAAAAAAA1w/cMHdZXi4jeI/s320/IMG_0145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620057218033598594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Favorite Boys Out for a Nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H7FsgEXb8SE/Tf50QROHZxI/AAAAAAAAA1o/sHcjw5gdTas/s1600/IMG_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H7FsgEXb8SE/Tf50QROHZxI/AAAAAAAAA1o/sHcjw5gdTas/s320/IMG_0150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620057207854294802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday, Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7_8YEq8R5hc/Tf50P5BMc8I/AAAAAAAAA1g/ctRDyYZU_nw/s1600/IMG_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7_8YEq8R5hc/Tf50P5BMc8I/AAAAAAAAA1g/ctRDyYZU_nw/s320/IMG_0149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620057201357648834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Papa and RT Taking in the Sights at Ribfest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-7438905862505344795?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/7438905862505344795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=7438905862505344795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/7438905862505344795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/7438905862505344795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/06/pictures-of-precious-boy.html' title='Pictures of the Precious Boy'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Um72Sin5LHo/Tf51h_izARI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/_nWeBU_ZL78/s72-c/IMG_0166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-8630556063231272301</id><published>2011-06-17T21:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T21:41:53.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Journey that Matters</title><content type='html'>"You should strive to find happiness every day and not believe that it comes at the end of the journey."  Bill Clinton addressing NY Grads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jes had this quote as her status on Facebook last week and it really resonated with me.  I have been thinking about it ever since.  It is not often that a quote sticks with me very long, but this one did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many times in my life that I thought about making it through something because the end result would make me happy.  That thinking never worked for me.  I missed out on joy because I stayed in crappy situations thinking things would magically get better and I'd find happiness.  I have learned that there must be fun and joy and laughter every day.  Yes, I work toward goals and have things I strive for, but I find happiness every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even yesterday when we attended Olga's funeral.  During the service, I'd been crying the whole time, a trio with guitars sang, "That Old Country Church" and all I could think about was "A Prairie Home Companion" and I had to hold in my giggles.  The song was lovely and moving and suited the occasion, and, it made me smile.  On the way home, RT made some really strange fussy noises and Roger and I just laughed.  It felt so good to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another statement I read last week has stuck with me, too.  Brooke Burke, whom I don't really like and have no idea why she is famous, was interviewed by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People&lt;/span&gt;.  She said that she doesn't understand the notion that we must find balance in our life, balance of parenthood, work and fun.  She basically said it was impossible to achieve balance, so why strive for it.  I loved it.  Right now, and probably for the next several years, RT takes most of my mental and physical energy.  He has a much bigger portion of my time and energy than anything else.  I don't neglect my work or my husband, or even Facebook and this Blog, but I don't even think about finding balance.  And it is freeing!  There is no need to seek balance; especially when you love your life.  And I do...I love my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been 40 for a week and it is truly the very best time in my life.  The number is higher than I maybe would like, but I've lived a lot in those 40 years.  I've traveled, learned, and loved.  My life is by no means over; in fact, in many important ways, it is just beginning.  And I eagerly live each day, realizing the joy in my life, striving to reach goals and loving family and friends.  And, of course, cheering for the Twins, even if they do stink! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While goals are important, there is no question to me that the journey is what matters, and I intend to enjoy that journey as often as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-8630556063231272301?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/8630556063231272301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=8630556063231272301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/8630556063231272301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/8630556063231272301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-journey-that-matters.html' title='It&apos;s the Journey that Matters'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-3804420349493615752</id><published>2011-06-15T20:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T20:38:00.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blog-Week 5</title><content type='html'>I'm at Grandma and Grandpa Schmid's house again.  There is still very little furniture here.  Great Auntie Karen and Uncle Harvey are staying here with Mom, Dad and me.  We had some loud conversation a couple hours ago.  It wore me out.  I've had a nap with Papa while Mom has been reading a book and enjoying the porch and patio.  The others went to a family service for Great-Grandma Olga.  I wish I could have met her, but I'll get to meet some of her family tomorrow...and some of Mom's cousins, too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm growing and growing.  Newborn clothes are mostly too small.  I've got some really cute stuff in the give away bag for some other small newborn.  Mom and Papa are trying to organize the apartment, but only seem to make it more messy.  I don't care.  I get picked up when I cry.  They feed me well and I am doing well on my new soy food.  I hope I get tolerant of lactose someday; I really want to try ice cream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting used to longer rides in the car.  I usually zonk out, but that's okay.  We went to Fargo a few days ago for Ribfest to celebrate Mom's 40th birthday (wow, she's getting old already!).  I loved the festival.  I loved looking around at everything.  I kind of got overtired, but a night or two of better sleep and I'm all caught up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I allow my parents to sleep about 3 hours at a time at night (I'm generous).  I think they'd like a little bit more, but I get so hungry.  I also still wet my clothes sometimes and who would ever want to hang out in soggy clothes?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The furry friends get closer and closer to me when I'm sitting with Mom.  I like to run my toes through their soft fur.  I already like kitties.  They just better stay out of my crib!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew...I better hit the bed, again.  I have a long day tomorrow with the funeral and being passed from person to person and then the long drive home (Mom says that's a run-on sentence...to bad, Mom!).  Goodnight my followers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-3804420349493615752?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/3804420349493615752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=3804420349493615752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/3804420349493615752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/3804420349493615752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby-blog-week-5.html' title='Baby Blog-Week 5'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-685304783445610983</id><published>2011-06-14T20:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T20:53:14.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Olga</title><content type='html'>My last grandparent passed away last week.  Olga married my Grandpa Kristianson when I was in high school.  She kept him happy, young, and alive.  I loved Olga as a grandmother.  I called her My Olga.  She made cardamon buns for me every time I visited.  She also made the best meatballs, ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are headed to her funeral tomorrow to say goodbye.  It is a sad time for me.  My Grandma Schmid died two weeks ago, and now Olga.  It has been an emotional couple of weeks for me.  I had hoped to bring RT to meet Olga, but it did not work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be nice to see Olga's family.  I haven't seen any of them since my grandpa's funeral.  They will get to meet RT.  Several of my cousins will be there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olga was a wonderful addition to our family and I will miss her very much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-685304783445610983?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/685304783445610983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=685304783445610983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/685304783445610983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/685304783445610983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/06/goodbye-olga.html' title='Goodbye, Olga'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-6007110997129545043</id><published>2011-06-12T18:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T18:52:36.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ribfest and a New Crib</title><content type='html'>After spending a beautiful sunny Saturday afternoon at Ribfest, Roger, RT and I headed to Target to purchase a new crib for RT.  It is dark brown and looks good.  RT doesn't like to sleep in his bassinet very much and we are hoping that a crib with an incline will help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RT had a great time at Ribfest.  He took in the sights, the smells and the sounds.  He even ended up with barbecue sauce on his tummy, somehow.  He was quite popular with several members of the crowd...he is the cutest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a surprise run-in with Roger's boss at Target and ended up at Lone Star with Jim, Natalie and Sophie.  We had a nice time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally got home, I was exhausted...and so was RT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, RT's crib was put together.  The bedroom was rearranged yet again and we still have a mess of an apartment to clean up.  But, we keep getting closer...ah, who am I kidding, we will always have some degree of mess in the apartment and I love it!  It is part of the joy of parenthood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-6007110997129545043?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/6007110997129545043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=6007110997129545043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6007110997129545043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6007110997129545043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/06/ribfest-and-new-crib.html' title='Ribfest and a New Crib'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-409510218001804125</id><published>2011-06-10T08:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T08:03:34.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Life Begins at 40</title><content type='html'>What more could I want when I turn 40?  I have a wonderful husband, a beautiful and delightful newborn son and extremely loving and generous friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life really does begin at 40!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-409510218001804125?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/409510218001804125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=409510218001804125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/409510218001804125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/409510218001804125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-life-begins-at-40.html' title='The Good Life Begins at 40'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-1472210302730818431</id><published>2011-06-09T18:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T18:23:09.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blog-Week 4</title><content type='html'>I am exhausted!  Last weekend Mom and Dad organized and cleaned the apartment.  They were getting ready for Grandma to come and visit.  But, last week, Grandma and Grandpa had to evacuate from their house.  It sounds like it was a problem for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma came on Monday.  We all had dinner and caught up before heading to bed.  On Tuesday, we got up and drove to Minot.  There was no furniture in Grandma and Grandpa's house.  No gas, either, so no hot water.  We hung out.  Tuesday night was a tough one for Mom and me.  Dad has been teaching at Ft. Yeats College and has been gone since Monday.  On Wednesday, Mom and I were very tired and stayed low key, taking a long nap!  We went to Jon and Mary's house for showers and a few minutes of television.  Then we went to bed, and it was a good night.  We got up this morning and headed back home.  We have no idea when Grandma and Grandpa get to move their stuff back it.  Grandpa heard that the water was going to rise again...YIKES!  Mom, Dad and I will be back when they move back in; Dad has to wire up the stereo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big news has been the search for good formula.  The first two weren't good.  It seems I have problems with milk-based stuff.  But, after four days on the soy stuff, things are good.  I have less tummy pain and am able to poop more than once a day!  I'm back to being my old cheerful self.  Mom is very happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get weighed tomorrow.  I think I've gained more weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, we are going to party this weekend!  Mom is turning 40 on June 10th.  She says she has everything because she has me, Dad and great family and friends.  I think I'd want something fun when I turn 40, but to each his or her own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pooped...later friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-1472210302730818431?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/1472210302730818431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=1472210302730818431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1472210302730818431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1472210302730818431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby-blog-week-4.html' title='Baby Blog-Week 4'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-7581890065600459608</id><published>2011-06-06T09:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T09:13:22.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shift in Priorities</title><content type='html'>Having a baby makes you realign your priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, U2 and Sade are playing concerts in the Twin Cities this summer.  Any other year, I'd be at both concerts, as well as The Indigo Girls at the Minnesota Zoo and all four days of the Winnipeg Folk Festival.  But, RT changed all those priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, he's worth every missed concert that comes around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-7581890065600459608?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/7581890065600459608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=7581890065600459608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/7581890065600459608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/7581890065600459608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/06/shift-in-priorities.html' title='Shift in Priorities'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-6143368037013007786</id><published>2011-06-05T17:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T17:48:54.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickets!</title><content type='html'>I just downloaded tickets to two different Twins games at Target Field in Minneapolis.  I can't wait to go again.  I always hated the Metrodome; therefore, went to few Twins games in the past.  Now, I wish I could go to every game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be celebrating Roger's Dad's birthday at one game.  Roger, my Roger, also wanted to go to Bert Blyleven day, as he was one of Roger's heroes.  We are taking my nephews and my brother and sister-in-law.  RT will be at both games as well.  It is great to think of introducing him to baseball at such a young age.  I am very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seats aren't great, but it doesn't matter...they are all good seats at Target Field.  Thanks for bringing outdoor baseball back to the Twins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-6143368037013007786?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/6143368037013007786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=6143368037013007786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6143368037013007786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6143368037013007786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/06/tickets.html' title='Tickets!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-2719138927941933098</id><published>2011-06-04T19:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T19:55:48.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandparents...</title><content type='html'>I was making roasted potatoes, which I do often and was reminded of my Grandma Schmid's visit to Virginia.  For some reason, my friends called my roasted potatoes my famous potatoes.  I taught my grandma how to make them.  Her reaction was classic.  I popped them in the oven and she said, "Is that it?  That's your famous potatoes?"  Here I thought they were special and my grandma reminded me that they were just roasted potatoes.  She wasn't trying to take anything away from me; she thought it was funny that something so simple was called famous.  Grandma Schmid has already begun losing her memory.  She still lived alone at that time, but was easily disoriented.  We left post-it notes all over reminding her where she was and that Dad was downstairs.  We had a great time!  We ate well and shopped; all the things I enjoyed doing with that grandma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the next time I saw Grandma, her memory had gotten much worse.  She still recognized me.  Melanie and I stayed in Grandma's condo and helped clean it out as she had moved into assisted living.  I had good conversations with Grandma on that trip; just the same ones over and over.  She didn't know where I lived and what I was up to, but knew me.  That changed quite soon after that trip.  I kept trying to call her, but she didn't answer the phone.  I wrote letters and she didn't know who they were from.  I sent her the newspaper article about Roger and my engagement, the wedding invitation and some pictures after the wedding.  I don't know if she understood or recognized any of it.  I kept talking to Roger about a trip to New York so he could meet her, but it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, Grandma Schmid passed away.  She had some heart problems.  She no longer recognized her sons.  She fell asleep and never woke up.  I had just given birth to RT and was already overly emotional.  I was devastated by Grandma's death.  I regretted not making the trip up there with Roger.  I regretted that she would never know that I was back in North Dakota and had a son.  I regretted never saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was my last living grandparent.  My step-grandma, Olga, whom I love dearly, is still living.  But my Grandma Kristianson died when I was a freshman in high school.  She was a wonderful grandma, one that knew how to spoil grandkids.  She taught me about farm life and the importance of family and hard work.  Her death was quick and unexpected.  It was the first death of a family member that I remembered.  It was tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Schmid battled diabetes and kidney failure for years and years.  When I was 20 years old, he passed away.  I was lucky to have had hours and hours to talk to him at different points in my life.  He served in the Army in World War II.  I loved to talk to him about traveling and boating, things he loved.  He taught me what a good husband was.  He raised that bar and it took until meeting Roger to find someone even close.  His death was somewhat expected, but I still took it hard.  I think of him often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Kristianson was the most wonderful man I've ever met.  His gentle love of family inspires me to be a good family member.  He taught me to love unconditionally.  He has inspired several generations as a man to look up to, to aspire to be.  He passed away when I lived in Virginia.  I had been home for Christmas and spent a wonderful day with him.  His cancer had returned and he decided to go for chemo.  His kidneys and liver just couldn't clean his blood anymore.  It took two months for Grandpa to die.  I spoke with him often; I wanted him to know that I loved him very much...he knew.  He still guides me in decisions I make.  I regret that he never met Roger or RT...he would have been so happy for me.  He wanted happiness for all his loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Grandma Schmid passed away, I lost a shopping buddy.  I lost the inspiration for my love of literature and classic films.  My grandma, Agnes, loved crossword puzzles, Jeopardy and crime shows.  She had an eye for decorating her home.  She made good coffee and could order pizza or Chinese food with the best of them.  While she was lucid, she loved going to places and traveling.  In 1996, I spent a few days in New York with her.  We visited the Guggenheim and the big Macy's.  We drove to the end of Long Island and stopped at the delicious Candy Man.  It was a terrific trip; one that I will always remember.  I will remember and honor my grandma as she was then.  She cared for my grandpa through all his illness.  She wore Playboy eyeglasses.  She had a mink stole.  She was, to me, a wonderful woman.  I miss her, terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to grandparents, I know I am lucky to have known all four.  I learned different things from each of them.  I think of all of them often and still miss each one of them.  I'm fortunate to have a part of each of them in me.  I look forward to finding their traits in RT.  I will always share who his great-grandparents were.  I hope, one day, he will feel like he knew them, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-2719138927941933098?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/2719138927941933098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=2719138927941933098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2719138927941933098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2719138927941933098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/06/grandparents.html' title='Grandparents...'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-6164582186356397587</id><published>2011-06-03T10:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T10:56:44.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Never...</title><content type='html'>Becoming a mother has brought big changes in my life.  There are so many things that I hear myself saying, that I never thought I'd say.  There are things I do that I never thought I'd do.  I'm a different person after May 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I never thought I'd say:&lt;br /&gt;~Oh, that's a good burp&lt;br /&gt;~Yeah, you pooped&lt;br /&gt;~That's a stinky diaper&lt;br /&gt;~I'm happy I got 3 hours of sleep, in a row&lt;br /&gt;~You are the cutest thing ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I never thought I'd do:&lt;br /&gt;~Change poopy diapers with a smile&lt;br /&gt;~Suck on RT's toes&lt;br /&gt;~Love holding him while he's sleeping&lt;br /&gt;~Buy a mirror to watch him while I'm driving&lt;br /&gt;~Stare at him for hours and hours and hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I could love something so easily so much.  I see Roger and myself in RT every time I look at him~that's the most special feeling ever!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-6164582186356397587?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/6164582186356397587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=6164582186356397587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6164582186356397587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6164582186356397587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-i-never.html' title='Things I Never...'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-4121680331529955419</id><published>2011-06-01T08:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T09:08:12.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blog-Week 3</title><content type='html'>I'm 3 weeks old today!  Wow, have I changed.  I've gained some chub on my chin and my legs and arms are filling out.  I'm eating 3 ounces every 3 hours or so.  I'm growing like crazy.  I love to look at my parents faces and study them.  I make faces...I smile some.  I'm trying to giggle, talk and coo, but it kind of comes out as grunts.  Mom and Dad think they are cute.  Evidently I and everything I do is cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom calls me Sweetness...she tells me that some guy named Walter Payton was called that, so I guess it is okay.  I get inundated with kisses all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my first road trip to Bloomington, Minnesota.  I got to meet my Grandpa Skophammer and a whole bunch of cousins, aunts and uncles.  It was a nice ride...I slept most of the way.  We stopped for eating and burping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a strange day.  I had lunch at Pizza Hut with Mom and Jodi.  I slept most of the time.  It was WINDY outside, so no walk around the block or to the store (today maybe).  Then Mom heard that Grandpa and Grandma had to evacuate because of the the flood.  Mom cried and was worried.  It was hard for us to be in Valley City and not be able to help Grandma and Grandpa.  Then, as if the day wasn't bad enough, Dad called and his car died on the way home from Bismarck.  He got it to the junkyard, but Mom and I had to drive to some place called Dawson, North Dakota to pick Dad up on the side of the road.  And he smelled bad, because evidently the only place open in Dawson was a bar and it was smoky!  Thankfully, the shower took care of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some family time at home before bedtime and the three of us snuggled on the couch.  All ended well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all happy in our house.  Cookie and Tessa seem to be okay with me.  The like to look at me and sometimes lick my head.  Mom still worries that they will want to snuggle with me, but so far they keep their distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told I'm a good traveler...and that is good because Mom and Dad plan to travel me lots and lots!  Thankfully, I love new and different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that Grandma and Grandpa's house is safe and dry.  I can't wait to visit them in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a trip, these first 3 weeks.  Can't wait for more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-4121680331529955419?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/4121680331529955419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=4121680331529955419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/4121680331529955419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/4121680331529955419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby-blog-week-3.html' title='Baby Blog-Week 3'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-8912879549074197934</id><published>2011-05-30T18:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T18:45:08.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip!!</title><content type='html'>We took RT on his first Road Trip!  RT's Grandpa Skophammer and aunts were going to visit us, but there was a change in plans.  We wanted RT to meet his Grandpa and decided a quick trip to the Twin Cities was in order.  We got up early yesterday, packed everything up and hopped in the car.  We had a great drive to Bloomington.  We unloaded at the Skopies and fed RT before heading to a family barbecue at Maggie and Justin's.  RT was passed from aunt to aunt and cousin to cousin.  His sister showed up a little later and they got some quality time with RT as well.  Roger and I left the party to check out Gwen's new house...RT had his first babysitter, his sister, and I survived leaving him for 30 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung out with Auntie Dawn, Uncle Pete and cousins Luke and Ethan, as well as Grandpa last night before working on a good night's sleep for all of us.  We woke after 8 a.m. (with only a couple times before that) and fed RT, packed up and headed home.  The last 30 miles were the toughest today.  We got home, RT ate and we all took a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a good first road trip.  We plan on lots of them so hopefully, RT likes them!  He was sure popular and is enjoying being spoiled rotten!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-8912879549074197934?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/8912879549074197934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=8912879549074197934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/8912879549074197934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/8912879549074197934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/05/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip!!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-1613894067369188303</id><published>2011-05-27T19:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T19:06:59.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Week Check Up</title><content type='html'>RT had his first visit to his doctor.  He is doing great!  He has gained a pound since birth...yeah!  He's an inch or so longer.  He is still pretty little.  He's growing, though and thriving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's looking so good!  We are so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I never knew how much I could love this little guy until his arrival.  I thought I knew what love was, but I didn't understand this kind of love.  If you are not a parent, you really can't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving that little guy to pieces!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-1613894067369188303?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/1613894067369188303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=1613894067369188303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1613894067369188303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1613894067369188303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/05/2-week-check-up.html' title='2 Week Check Up'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-2124491543976455084</id><published>2011-05-25T10:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T10:19:41.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blog-Week 2</title><content type='html'>I am two weeks old today!  There are so many changes happening to me.  I recognize my Mama and Papa's voices.  I love them.  I am trying so hard to coo and talk to them.  I'm sure I'll figure it out soon.  I love to stay awake and look around at everything.  I love to see shadows on the ceiling.  I also like to sit in the Boppy pillow next to Mom while she watches TV and heals from her surgery.  I recognize some of these voices...and the Du-Dun sound from Law &amp;amp; Order.  I've been watching a lot of baseball and even though I wear my Twins hat, the Twins continue to struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am eating a lot more.  Mom is keeping up so far with the milk, but I might pass her by soon.  I don't really like to burp, but I'm learning it is necessary for my tummy.  I sleep a couple hours at a time.  I love to sleep on Mom or Dad's chest...it is so warm and comforting.  I sleep anywhere that I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still pee my clothes a few times, especially at night.  I hate getting changed.  I don't like the cold wipes on my butt and other parts.  I hate putting clothes over my head and into my arms.  I'm getting better.  I hate having wet clothes, so I know it must be done, but that is one of the few times I really cry and fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a good baby; at least that's what Mom and Dad say.  They can't get enough of me!  I had visitors again last weekend, Auntie Nikki, Grandma, Grandpa, Talaya and Temeka.  It was a lot of fun.  I peed on Auntie Nikki and Mama laughed!  I like having visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My umbilical cord fell off so I get a real bath tonight.  I doubt I'll like that either!  I hate getting cold! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's week 2...wonder what my 3rd week will bring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-2124491543976455084?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/2124491543976455084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=2124491543976455084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2124491543976455084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2124491543976455084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/05/baby-blog-week-2.html' title='Baby Blog-Week 2'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-4887609799240445022</id><published>2011-05-24T11:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T11:23:29.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Deprivation and Is That a Smile?</title><content type='html'>Ah, sleep...oh, how I miss you.  I'm starting to adjust to sleeping only a couple hours at a time.  I can sleep through almost any noise and with all the lights on.  It is amazing how little sleep I really need to function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, with lack of sleep comes lack of productivity.  I am supposed to rest to heal from the C-Section, and find that it is getting BORING to watch TV and surf the net.  I want to do things, but whenever I try, my abdomen gets extremely sore and I get really tired.  It is a pain to heal from major surgery and take care of a newborn baby at the same time.  I'm doing it...with lots of help from Roger and family and friends.  It has been great to have so much support, both physical and emotional, from such good people.  Thank you friends and family.  I feel your support and generosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I saw RT smile at me.  I know it is early and it may have been gas, but I believe he smiled.  He reacts so positively to my voice and touch.  I love to watch him stare at me, trying to figure it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my kitties have been wonderful.  They are adjusting to the change in the house very well.  I'm so proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a family full of love.  We are all so in love with RT...he will never feel unloved!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-4887609799240445022?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/4887609799240445022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=4887609799240445022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/4887609799240445022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/4887609799240445022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/05/sleep-deprivation-and-is-that-smile.html' title='Sleep Deprivation and Is That a Smile?'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-2888496614410329575</id><published>2011-05-22T11:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T11:45:53.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Emotions</title><content type='html'>My Grandma Schmid passed away on Friday.  She was nearly 90 years old.  She had dementia and didn't recognize family anymore.  She had some heart problems.  She fell asleep and didn't wake up.  A good way to go, but sad, nonetheless.  I loved my Grandma.  She and I had a special relationship.  I was the first grandchild.  I loved to visit with her and Grandpa when I was younger.  I spent time with them a few times without my parents.  She was very good to me.  She wasn't perfect, but she was my Grandma Schmid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is unfair that sad things happen within weeks of giving birth.  My emotions are all over the place and I cry at the drop of a hat as it is, but a death in the family just stirs it all up.  I spent the past 36 hours crying off and on.  I can't really control it.  It didn't help that the sun hasn't been out for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is good.  RT is sitting in his boppy pillow between Mama and Papa looking around at the world (or at least the living room).  I can't describe the joy I feel in RT.  It is something I never expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma won't have a funeral.  We'll probably make a family trek out to New York in the fall and scatter her ashes in the Long Island Sound to join Grandpa.  It will be a sad time, but the first time our whole family will be together since my cousin Bobby and his wife had baby Henry and since the birth of RT.  It will be another trip with mixed emotions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-2888496614410329575?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/2888496614410329575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=2888496614410329575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2888496614410329575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2888496614410329575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/05/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed Emotions'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-5740710043526792078</id><published>2011-05-20T09:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T09:11:05.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Part of Us</title><content type='html'>Every time I look at RT, I see Roger and me.  It is amazing to me that this little human is a part of us.  Roger and I made him.  These concepts seemed so abstract to me two weeks ago and concrete today.  The bond with RT was immediate, but continues to grow stronger and more loving.  He is the light of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I will ever get tired of staring at him...unlikely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-5740710043526792078?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/5740710043526792078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=5740710043526792078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/5740710043526792078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/5740710043526792078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/05/part-of-us.html' title='A Part of Us'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-3065293166510881819</id><published>2011-05-18T15:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T15:31:45.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blog-Week 1</title><content type='html'>Whew, it has been a long, long week.  First, I get out of this warm and safe place and it is cold and many people with masks are staring at me and poking me.  My mama is behind a curtain and my papa is waiting to hold me.  I get to meet my mama for a minute before heading to the nursery for what?...more tests of course.  After being poked and prodded and weighed and measured, I get wheeled into another room to meet my Grandma Schmid.  She and Papa are waiting for Mama to get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get some special time with Mama.  She is warm.  She cries a lot.  She shivers and shakes; I hear it is from the anesthesia.  She had a surgery to get me.  I had been stuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love nestling against Mama's chest.  I look at her.  I'm not sure what I see, but I sure know this Mama.  And every time Papa talks, I know him, too.  I'm happy to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts.  I have a spot on the left and back of my head that hurts when it is touched.  The nurses say I have a headache from being stuck in Mama.  It hurts to lie on the left side or to be flat on the back of my head.  I turn to the right to keep away the pain.  I hear the pediatrician say I have a subdural hematoma, which causes my liver to work to clean up my blood, which causes my skin to turn orange.  I hear words like billirubin and jaundice.  The lab has to cut my foot and take some blood.  It wasn't good.  Mama is crying again as I get all naked and lie in a bed of bright lights, although my eyes were covered first.  It is lonely in here without Mama or Papa or even the nurses.  I cry and scream...  I only get out of this lighted box for an hour at a time to eat and cuddle with Mama and Papa.  This stinks.  I have these arms that I don't know what to do with; shouldn't they be wrapped up to me tightly?  And these legs and feet, what the heck are they for?  Mama and Papa say good night and I am wheeled in my lightbox back to the nursery.  Mama is crying again, and so am I.  After a night with the nurses cuddling with me when they can, I wanted to get back to Mama, and she wanted me, too.  She had to call Papa and get him to the hospital right away to see me.  It was no fun being away from Mama for 10 hours.  That was way too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stay in the lights until late on Friday.  Finally, I got out.  I didn't think Mama would ever put me down after all that.  My headache was getting better and my numbers were getting better.  I was sure sick of having my foot cut all the time.  Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had many visitors: Grandma Schmid, Jill, Jodi, Great Aunt Karen and Great Uncle Harvey, cousin Harvey and his new bride Carey, Grandpa Schmid, Big Sister Elise, Brother-in-law Mike, nephew Owen and nieces Cassie and Delaney.  It was nice to have such a fan club, bit it was time to go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we got to go home.  Papa, Mama and me!  We rode in a car and I fell asleep.  Mama rode in the back seat with me, which was funny.  I was so happy to get home.  Although, those two furry kid things were strange to me.  I hope they like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one week old today.  I'm gaining weight and eating and peeing and pooping and looking all around.  I want to see everything!  Life is good for me, now.  I hope Mama and Papa are elated with my arrival!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-3065293166510881819?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/3065293166510881819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=3065293166510881819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/3065293166510881819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/3065293166510881819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/05/baby-blog-week-1.html' title='Baby Blog-Week 1'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-4828783269476212257</id><published>2011-05-18T15:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T15:16:44.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bDdz-5fnAvU/TdQazEOPzOI/AAAAAAAAA1M/2W5-nKc6agk/s1600/RT%2Bgoing%2Bhome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bDdz-5fnAvU/TdQazEOPzOI/AAAAAAAAA1M/2W5-nKc6agk/s320/RT%2Bgoing%2Bhome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608136900592258274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roger Thomas ready to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9xIcCCaiys/TdQay6HZQiI/AAAAAAAAA1E/-qW64_2jweM/s1600/Papa%2Band%2BRT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9xIcCCaiys/TdQay6HZQiI/AAAAAAAAA1E/-qW64_2jweM/s320/Papa%2Band%2BRT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608136897879163426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proud Papa Roger and RT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AFALv2iLTWA/TdQaygB_JFI/AAAAAAAAA08/7GOwi2ZJmAs/s1600/1%2Bweek%2Bold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AFALv2iLTWA/TdQaygB_JFI/AAAAAAAAA08/7GOwi2ZJmAs/s320/1%2Bweek%2Bold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608136890877158482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RT is one week old...and just so darn beautiful.  I find it hard to not sit and stare at him all day!  This is a great picture...maybe I'll frame this one for my office (along with many others, I'm sure!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-4828783269476212257?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/4828783269476212257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=4828783269476212257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/4828783269476212257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/4828783269476212257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/05/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bDdz-5fnAvU/TdQazEOPzOI/AAAAAAAAA1M/2W5-nKc6agk/s72-c/RT%2Bgoing%2Bhome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-6992587076815002820</id><published>2011-05-14T16:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T16:28:30.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Worth It All!!</title><content type='html'>Monday, last week, I woke up to no hot water.  I had a doctor's appointment and was pretty pissed off that there was no hot water, and later that day, no water at all.  I was irritable and cranky.  My appointment went great, except that my blood pressure was up a bit.  There goes that one thing that was going well in my pregnancy.  They drew some blood and set me up with a 24-hour urine test (not fun).  Roger and I ate an early dinner in Fargo, then went home.  I didn't feel great and was still cranky.  I had to stay home on Tuesday and had planned to go into school and get the last day's work done for the semester.  But, I was to be a couch potato and pee into a cup then pour that into a jug that sat in the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I did on Tuesday.  I called my friend Tiffany to bitch about being at home and still being pregnant.  I was miserably uncomfortable and frustrated about having to stay home.  I was ready to have that baby!  And, I guess I was--or close, anyway.  Roger and I toured the daycare and signed unnamed baby Skophammer to start in August.  We looked at the perfect little house for us, which happens to be available and affordable.  We drove back home so I could collect my urine.  As I was going to the bathroom, I had an extremely painful contraction and then a gush of fluid came out of me.  Yes, my water finally had broken!  I got dressed and Roger and I stopped for gas and food, and another trip home for me to change my clothes--there can be a lot of fluid that gushes out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate on the way to Fargo.  We got to Sandford and went up to the birthing center.  They tested the liquid and sure enough it was amniotic fluid.  I was admitted.  My doula, Jill arrived.  We called family to share our news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I was pretty proud of myself for a long time.  Upon arrival, my blood pressure spiked to 180/108, which is way to high.  I got some meds for that and was told I had to stay lying on my back.  I had such high hopes of labor in the jacuzzi tub or walking to ease some pain, or even sitting on a rocking chair or a birthing ball, but no!  I was on my back on the delivery bed.  I managed with NO pain medicine at all for about  six hours.  Then the pain became excruciating...I was dilated to 7 centimeters by then and the contractions got much, much stronger and more intense.  I finally relented and took some kind of drug that made me feel extremely intoxicated.  I warned people that I may not be in control of what I would say.  My mom showed up around then.  I was feeling pretty good for a while, but meds don't last forever.  I took a second dose and it barely took the edge off any pain.  When the contractions got on top of one another, I couldn't handle it.  Had I been mobile, there were a bunch of techniques to try, but since I was flat on my back...I had to get the epidural--my second biggest nightmare.  I was brave and got it put in and it felt good.  Or it felt like not much of anything, which is the point.  I was proud of myself for letting them put that in, but disappointed that I even needed it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6 a.m., 12 hours after my water broke, I was able to start pushing.  I could feel this hardness and tried with all my might to squeeze it out.  After trying for 2 hours, Dr. Tinguley checked my progress...and there was little.  There was a head trying to get through.  She tried to help the baby out, only to find that it was stuck and could not get out through vaginal birth.  I had to have a C-Section (biggest nightmare!).  I was pumped full of numbing meds in my epidural.  I vaguely remember signing consent forms and being wheeled into the OR.  I thought I was going to fall off the operating table.  Thankfully, Mark, the nurse anesthetist was wonderful and answered all my dumb and not so dumb questions.  I saw some anxiety in Roger's face, which made me worry anymore.  This was the one thing we wanted to avoid at all costs.  The surgery went quickly.  I heard Dr. Tinguley call for immediate help to push the baby's head back in and get it out!  I heard a small voice say, "There he is."  I looked at Roger and said "It's a boy?  I was sure it was a girl."  I didn't hear any baby noises though.  Those 20 seconds were the longest in my life.  I finally heard some GOOD screams!  I was so happy I was crying.  Roger had tears.  It was amazing.  I got to meet the baby for a minute before he was swept to the nursery with Roger for some testing.  I couldn't stop crying.  He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and I was over the moon in love with him immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sewn up and returned to my birthing room.  My mom, Jill and Roger were all waiting for me. I had to wait  a little longer for Roger Thomas's arrival.  He weighed 6 pounds 6 ounces...he was so tiny.  When Dr. Tinguley talked to us, she said that my sacrum is tilted and prohibited his birth.  I could never have a vaginal birth.  I would always have to have a C-Section.  She had no idea it would be this way.  She said she was sorry several times, but she had no way of knowing.  I was just happy to be recovering and to have a beautiful baby boy.  It was the best moment of my life.  It was all so worth every second of pain and anxiety to meet little RT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the next installment--RT's harrowing first days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are home and all are healthy and on the road to long lives as a loving family.  Life is really, really good right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-6992587076815002820?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/6992587076815002820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=6992587076815002820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6992587076815002820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6992587076815002820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-worth-it-all.html' title='So Worth It All!!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-6301577615800566411</id><published>2011-05-13T19:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T19:24:56.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Va5vYzsGSEE/Tc29pPJfTKI/AAAAAAAAA00/GNjYaL-r2NA/s1600/mama%2Band%2Brt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Va5vYzsGSEE/Tc29pPJfTKI/AAAAAAAAA00/GNjYaL-r2NA/s320/mama%2Band%2Brt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606345627284753570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I truly never knew how much I could love one little thing I just met, but it is so true!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-6301577615800566411?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/6301577615800566411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=6301577615800566411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6301577615800566411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6301577615800566411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/05/love.html' title='LOVE!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Va5vYzsGSEE/Tc29pPJfTKI/AAAAAAAAA00/GNjYaL-r2NA/s72-c/mama%2Band%2Brt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-3701583085443267462</id><published>2011-05-12T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:26:14.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Here!!</title><content type='html'>Roger Thomas Skophammer was born on May 11, 2011 at 9:31 a.m. after a grueling night and an emergency C-Section for Mommy.  He weighed 6 pounds 6 ounces and was 19 inches long.  He has developed a little jaundice and has some swelling from the traumatic birth process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cries, he eats, he poops, he sleeps, he looks around, and he loves his family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so happy he is here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-3701583085443267462?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/3701583085443267462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=3701583085443267462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/3701583085443267462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/3701583085443267462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/05/hes-here.html' title='He&apos;s Here!!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-1458020614786408030</id><published>2011-05-09T11:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T11:34:41.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Does a Great Celebration Always Seem to Bring Some Sadness?</title><content type='html'>I really want to know.  I had a terrific time at Harvey's wedding.  We had some great time at the hotel pool with Nikki and Jon, Mom and Dad and Cassie.  We went to Karen's to have dinner with so many cousins and second cousins and third cousins!  It was a great time to catch up and visit.  It was in the 70s and sunny, a perfect day.  We headed to the reception and dance and had so much fun.  I enjoyed watching the kids dancing all over the place.  I teared up a little when Harvey and Carey had their first dance, and a bit more when Harvey danced with Auntie Karen.  It was such a special moment.  Harvey looked handsome and Carey had a dress that was beautiful and suited her perfectly.  The kids were so fun.  Cassie made a friend in Carey's niece, Isabelle.  They were inseparable all night.  I did a little dancing.  My mom's cousins wanted me out there all night, hoping to induce labor.  I kept it relatively calm.  It was an amazingly fun night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Mother's Day breakfast before all us Schmids went home.  I took a nap and watched mindless movies and TV all night.  Yet, I just couldn't shake a mild sadness, melancholy, yesterday.  We took a cousin picture and it reminded me that Grandpa is gone.  I miss him terribly and he would have enjoyed last night so much.  Roger has been missing his mom, too.  We have so much joy in our lives, yet I feel like there are people missing that I want to share these joys with.  And, last night, I heard my Grandma Schmid is in the hospital.  She has advanced dementia and it brought back up that sadness.  I had a great relationship with her and have missed her for a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harvey's wedding was such a joyous occasion.  I will remember it fondly, forever.  I'm sure the mild sadness will dissipate, but the happiness will go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-1458020614786408030?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/1458020614786408030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=1458020614786408030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1458020614786408030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1458020614786408030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-does-great-celebration-always-seem.html' title='Why Does a Great Celebration Always Seem to Bring Some Sadness?'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-2061497674519134210</id><published>2011-05-05T11:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T11:54:01.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much Going On...</title><content type='html'>There is so much going on in my life right now.  It seems like this is the way life works.  I'll have weeks with little going on, but school and regular old life, then weeks like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides regular classes and final projects, I still have my twice weekly trips to the clinic to make sure the baby is doing well (which he or she is!).  I see the doctor once a week.  We always seem to need to run to Target and/or other stores to pick something up for the apartment.  We are looking for a new place to live.  The upstairs neighbor does not seem to respect our need for quiet; therefore, we must leave.  We have been looking.  The student directed one act plays are tonight.  I have a few students involved.  I'm looking forward to the performances.  We are staying in Fargo for the weekend.  Both Roger and I are getting sick of the drive back and forth and decided to stay after our appointment late tomorrow afternoon until Sunday.  We are planning a nice date for tomorrow afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is full of fun things.  My parents will be driving to Fargo from Minot.  My sister is bringing Cassie, Jon and Guinness to Fargo.  We will hopefully have time to celebrate Cassie's 10th birthday sometime before we head to Karen's to help prepare dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harvey and Carey are having a very small wedding ceremony with just parents and godparents.  The rest of us will start the party early at Karen's house.  Roger, Jon, Nikki and I are in charge of the food.  Who knows who will show up?  It will be a good time regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we will all gather for the reception and dance...time to party!  It will be great to celebrate Harvey and Carey's commitment to each other will tons of family.  I hope I am up to at least a little dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is Mother's Day.  We'll have breakfast with Mom and then we will all head to our homes.  Whew!  It will be nice to get home, do laundry, clean up and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while all this is going on, of course, I could go into labor anytime...I hope I make it through the wedding! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love spending time with family and can't wait for the weekend to begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-2061497674519134210?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/2061497674519134210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=2061497674519134210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2061497674519134210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2061497674519134210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-much-going-on.html' title='So Much Going On...'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-5333835962182383202</id><published>2011-05-02T09:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T09:50:06.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Term</title><content type='html'>As of today, I am considered full-term at 37 weeks.  I am happy to have made it this far.  I am confident that if the baby is born anytime in the next three weeks, it will be healthy.  I have had enough tests to show that it is a healthy baby that is growing right on schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Roger and I decided to try to get pregnant, we discussed our ages.  My age puts me at risk for several problems with the pregnancy and for the baby.  Roger's age, however, doesn't really affect the baby's health.  It has been difficult to be an almost 40 year old woman and pregnant.  I am grateful for being able to get pregnant and to carry this healthy baby, but wonder if I knew the challenges, would we still have gone through with it.  I think so.  I am so eager with anticipation to meet the little guy or girl.  I can't wait to take care of this tiny thing and see it grow and love it to pieces.  Roger jokes that he will spoil the child (it's not really a joke!).  I know this child will be loved by many, many people.  I feel so fortunate to have been able to carry our child and to be able to introduce him or her to loving family and friends.  I have had so much support during this pregnancy; it has been overwhelming at times.  I have always found myself a lucky woman to have such a good and supportive and loving family, but also to have friends from around the country who also lend their support, friendship and love.  This baby will know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for putting up with me...this has been an emotional roller coaster of a time in my life.  I will never forget those whose support and love have reinforced my resolve to be a mom this late in life.  Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, baby...you are at full term.  You can join this world anytime now (well, except for Saturday...I want to go to my cousin Harvey's wedding!), we are all ready to meet you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-5333835962182383202?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/5333835962182383202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=5333835962182383202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/5333835962182383202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/5333835962182383202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/05/full-term.html' title='Full Term'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-6864218773305652263</id><published>2011-04-30T19:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T19:01:45.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bump at 37 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFmiNBFjlcs/TbyU0_-SclI/AAAAAAAAA0c/w66vKKeTl5Y/s1600/babybump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFmiNBFjlcs/TbyU0_-SclI/AAAAAAAAA0c/w66vKKeTl5Y/s320/babybump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601515674788852306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-6864218773305652263?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/6864218773305652263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=6864218773305652263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6864218773305652263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6864218773305652263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/04/baby-bump-at-37-weeks.html' title='Baby Bump at 37 Weeks!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFmiNBFjlcs/TbyU0_-SclI/AAAAAAAAA0c/w66vKKeTl5Y/s72-c/babybump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-662564562241991382</id><published>2011-04-29T14:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T14:16:23.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather, Wedding and Plagiarism (yes again!)</title><content type='html'>The weather is so beautiful right now.  I emphasize right now, because I think some nasty storm system is supposed to blow through.  Roger and I had lunch and sat outside on a bench for a half hour or so in the sun.  It was glorious!  I love temperatures in the 60s with a hot sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Saturday is my cousin Harvey's wedding.  He is marrying Carey, who is such a wonderful addition to our family.  Harvey, Nikki and I grew up so close, almost like siblings.  I just couldn't be happier that all three of us have found our "other" for the rest of our lives.  And we all found good ones!  I'm looking forward to Harvey and Carey's reception and dance.  It will be fun to hang out with cousins, some I haven't seen for years.  I have instructions for the baby to cooperate with this schedule...we'll see if he or she complies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, I caught another student plagiarizing.  It sucks!  That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will enjoy the weather while I can, celebrate my close cousin Harvey's big day, and try to forget about the rest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-662564562241991382?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/662564562241991382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=662564562241991382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/662564562241991382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/662564562241991382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/04/weather-wedding-and-plagiarism-yes.html' title='Weather, Wedding and Plagiarism (yes again!)'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-2152848853526173785</id><published>2011-04-26T15:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T15:19:25.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So There...</title><content type='html'>I've always heard women say they are ready to be done being pregnant...I'm so there!  I have up to 4 weeks to go, but am starting to feel miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many icky things I won't discuss on this blog, but just the discomfort and lack of sleep are causing me grief.  Maybe if I'd gained more weight and had a baby bump outside my belly, I'd feel better.  But I can't even sit up straight...too much strain on the belly area.  And then, the baby moves as though he or she has been disturbed.  I feel bad squishing this poor baby in this smallish area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor would be fine if I went into labor anytime.  She doesn't think I'll make it to 40 weeks.  Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to meet this baby, too!  Come on and join the world, little one...I'm so ready!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-2152848853526173785?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/2152848853526173785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=2152848853526173785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2152848853526173785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2152848853526173785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-so-there.html' title='I&apos;m So There...'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-7281265266502861827</id><published>2011-04-21T09:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T09:43:23.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesting??</title><content type='html'>I don't think I'm nesting, unless nesting means not wanting to leave my comfy bed!  I like to be at home now.  I'm working from home today before heading to the doctor's office.  I like having that option on non-teaching days.  I realize I am quite lucky to be able to work from home sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger has been nesting.  He has spent weekends and free time rearranging furniture and cleaning.  The baby area is pretty much ready.  We are excited to get the changing table this weekend and get that set up.  We have the clothes all washed and put away.  I feel fairly ready.  There are some things we still need to purchase, but there will always be things to buy!  I'm hoping to pick a few things up tonight.  Roger is hoping to find some deals at the penny sale at Happy Harry's on bottles of wine.  We have our priorities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to anticipate the baby's arrival.  I just can't wait to bring him or her home.  I'm so excited to meet this baby in person!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-7281265266502861827?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/7281265266502861827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=7281265266502861827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/7281265266502861827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/7281265266502861827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/04/nesting.html' title='Nesting??'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-1484038781543631007</id><published>2011-04-20T10:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T10:56:51.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice Run!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Roger and I enjoyed a practice run.  Enjoyed is the wrong word, but we did practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling not so great yesterday.  I had a headache and just didn't feel well.  I'd had mild contractions all night.  I figured they were Braxton Hicks (which I HATE by the way).  By lunchtime, I felt worse, the contractions were happening closer together and I started to worry.  I called the Birth Center and my doctor said to try to put my feel up on a pillow, drink lots of water, rest and possibly nap.  I did all those things.  The contractions came even closer together and I started to really worry.  I called the Birth Center again.  Yep, she said to come in.  I worked from home and while I waited for Roger to pick me up, I finished packing my overnight bag, as well as some things for Roger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Fargo.  That hour seemed to take a long time.  I was uncomfortable and worried.  I cried a little.  I am only 35 weeks pregnant and I didn't want the baby to come too early.  Roger and I listened to the radio for some distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the Birth Center and were put in a labor and delivery room.  It was pretty big and fairly nice.  I had to put on the lovely hospital gown and this stretchy band for around my abdomen.  I was put on a baby monitor.  That baby was active!  I had a few other tests done, then we waited an hour to repeat the tests and check the monitor.  I was not in active labor.  I got dressed, Roger and I had dinner at the Ground Round, I went home and took some Benadryl...and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in the middle of the night, the contractions lessened.  Except for feeling tired, I feel pretty good today.  I still have contractions, but they are not painful and they are not too often.  I'm a bit stressed about it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm taking the time today to make the plans with my bosses and colleagues.  I'll be working from home except for when I'm teaching as much as possible.  It is important that I get lots of rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we've had our practice run.  We know what to look for next time (I hope).  Let's hope next time is at least 2 weeks away!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-1484038781543631007?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/1484038781543631007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=1484038781543631007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1484038781543631007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1484038781543631007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/04/practice-run.html' title='Practice Run!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-5695917299534880148</id><published>2011-04-17T22:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T22:30:50.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks, Roger!</title><content type='html'>Thank you for cleaning the entire apartment and doing laundry.  It means so much to me that you'll do all this while I grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for voraciously eating my homemade buckwheat, blueberry pancakes.  Your enjoyment eating them makes me enjoy making them all the more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for listening to my constant worrying about this pregnancy.  I still worry, but am lucky to have you to calm me down, at least a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for shopping for baby stuff with me, and for shopping for other stuff with me.  I know shopping is not your favorite thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for playing that second game of Scrabble, even if you didn't really want to, and after you'd already beaten me.  You didn't let me win that second game, did you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for sharing meals, ice creams and television time with me.  Nothing is fun all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your excitement for your baby's birth.  I appreciate your willingness and excitement about this new phase in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me unconditionally.  I never knew it could be so good in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the best husband I could have ever wished for or dreamed of...you are perfect to me in so many ways.  Thank you for being my loving partner in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Roger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-5695917299534880148?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/5695917299534880148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=5695917299534880148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/5695917299534880148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/5695917299534880148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/04/thanks-roger.html' title='Thanks, Roger!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-2660045833739053050</id><published>2011-04-16T18:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T18:21:08.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grading, Cleaning, Arranging and Worrying...What a Weekend!</title><content type='html'>While I've been catching up on grading (and hopefully getting a bit ahead with some rubrics), Roger has been diligently cleaning and arranging the apartment.  We have a bunch of crap from the basement sitting in our entry area, but hopefully, they'll be back downstairs in a couple weeks (fingers crossed!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time we think we have this apartment perfectly arranged for the baby's arrival, we run into a problem.  Today, we don't have room for the bassinet in our bedroom.  We have room, but we need to figure it all out.  So, right now, Roger is putting together the play area/bassinet, again.  I'd like to leave it up, but the cats think it is quite comfy and we'd like the cats not to sleep in the baby's bed.  Ah, love the cats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the flood.  We've had bulldozers that feel like tanks drive by.  Our roads will be chewed up this spring.  The dikes and levees are 3 feet higher than a couple days ago.  And, we'll have to move the rest up from the basement...or Roger will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apartment is nice and clean, thanks to a wonderful husband.  He is the best.  And we'll have the furniture arrangement solved before the baby is born.  And, my grades will be caught up and ready before the baby's born.  And, the worrying...I doubt it will EVER end for me, but perhaps before the baby's born, the flood threat will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-2660045833739053050?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/2660045833739053050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=2660045833739053050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2660045833739053050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/2660045833739053050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/04/grading-cleaning-arranging-and.html' title='Grading, Cleaning, Arranging and Worrying...What a Weekend!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-8931727623576329151</id><published>2011-04-15T12:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T12:10:36.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All's Well</title><content type='html'>Roger and I spent a long day in Fargo yesterday.  We had our 34 week ultrasound; the baby has grown some chubby cheeks.  We met with the doula...I'm feeling pretty comfortable with our plans for the birth.  I had a non-stress test for the baby--I must remember to have some chocolate milk before the appointment next time, as the baby did not want to move around and the test took twice as long as it should.  I saw the Nurse Practitioner, our doctor was in surgery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the chubby cheeks, the baby is doing well.  He or she is in the 62nd percentile and weighs 5 pounds 11 ounces.  It is getting so real!  It is likely that I'll deliver in week 39 rather than waiting the full 40 weeks.  We will continue monitoring everything and just have to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days like yesterday are very draining.  I still have a leftover headache today.  Otherwise I feel good.  I haven't really bumped out too much so this girl or boy ends up under my ribs sometimes, and that is uncomfortable.  But, I'm happy.  I'm tired often, but that's normal.  I have some mood swings, but they aren't as bad as I feared they would be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready, though...ready to be a mom.  It will happen soon enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-8931727623576329151?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/8931727623576329151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=8931727623576329151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/8931727623576329151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/8931727623576329151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/04/alls-well.html' title='All&apos;s Well'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-5301673579328955241</id><published>2011-04-13T12:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T12:44:09.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The BEACH!!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh, how I miss the beach!  I went off and on for the first few years I lived in Virginia, but after meeting Roger, the beach became a weekly (if not more often) event!  We would visit the beach in the winter...all bundled up to watch and listen to the waves.  I loved it!  But, the best-the BEST-was our weekly visits during the summer to the 45th street entrance to the beach.  We'd organize and carry all our stuff to the beach, stake out our spot and play in the water, or read, or nap, or picnic.  I would get needed Vitamin D, and sometimes a not-so-necessary sunburn.  Roger would boogie board all day, if possible.  Our best days included a nap after we got home and a Tides baseball game in the evening.  Those ice cold beers made the days all the more special.  (Beers after we returned home as they are not legal on the beach!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend, Tiffany, who lives in Augusta, Georgia, mentioned the beach yesterday.  She may be headed there this weekend (fingers crossed).  I remember a particularly HOT day at the Army base beach in Virginia with Tiffany.  We laughed as we chased down the umbrella we borrowed from my boss, Dawn.  We had alcohol on the beach (legal there)...not-so-tasty daiquiris.  That day was awesome!  We saw a submarine on maneuvers, a large helicopter buzzing the beach, navy jets and Navy Seals in training.  I will never forget that one day on the beach...with Tiffany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am in Valley City, where the Sheyenne River is rising and there are clay and mud and sandbag dikes all over town.  Most of the bridges are closed and travel around town is difficult.  I'm sneezing because of all the dirt in the air.  I am hoping that we don't have to evacuate town.  And, most importantly today, I'm dreaming of the Atlantic Ocean...and a day at the beach...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-5301673579328955241?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/5301673579328955241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=5301673579328955241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/5301673579328955241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/5301673579328955241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/04/beach.html' title='The BEACH!!!!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-8066076447247828526</id><published>2011-04-12T12:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T12:29:43.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball, Concerts, Festivals and Capri Pants--Spring Fever!</title><content type='html'>I'm finally feeling that spring fever!  The sun is shining, my window is open and I'm making plans!  I admit the sound of trucks moving clay onto the dikes and the sight of the National Guard around town puts a slight damper on my enthusiasm, but, I think we are ready for the water (or will be!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger and I are looking at Twins games for the summer.  We can't wait to start taking the baby to the games!  This baby will grow up with baseball ingrained into his or her summertime memories!  We love the Target Field.  We'll also be catching some VCSU baseball games (perhaps one tomorrow), too.  And the Fargo Redhawks...any baseball is good for us.  VCSU has a women's softball team, too...we need to catch some of their games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for concerts, well, I'm taking Elise to Def Leppard at the Minnesota State Fair.  Yes, that Def Leppard, 80's hair band, armless drummer...I've seen them once and can't wait to see them again.  I love spending time with Elise and hope we will have a fun evening.  It will be my first trip to the Minnesota State Fair.  I am still thinking about Sade and U2, but they could be a little spendy and mean extra trips to the cities, which are for sure spendy.  There are many evening concerts and movies all around the Twin Cities; we can catch some of those during our already scheduled trips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to get to some festivals during our trips, as well as some that are closer to home.  I've been wanting to catch the Fringe Festival in the Twin Cities since I've met Roger, and it looks like this year will be my first!  The festival is before and after the Skophammer Stayin Alive Family Reunion in Iowa, so it works out perfectly.  I can't wait to see some of the not so mainstream shows that will be produced.  I'm also looking forward to the Loring, Uptown and another art festival, with free shuttle service to the others.  I love art festivals.  I think the Blues Festival in Fargo is during the family reunion, so we probably won't make it this year.  But, we are thinking about the Winnipeg Folk Festival and there's always arts and crafts festivals around this part of North Dakota. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wore my capri pants today.  If my toenail polish wasn't chipped, I would have.  I will be wearing them later this week, especially if this sun and warm weather continues! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spring fever.  I can't wait to get out and enjoy the world!  And with the addition of our child, we will find plenty of opportunities for family fun!  Ah....springtime...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-8066076447247828526?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/8066076447247828526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=8066076447247828526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/8066076447247828526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/8066076447247828526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/04/baseball-concerts-festivals-and-capri.html' title='Baseball, Concerts, Festivals and Capri Pants--Spring Fever!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-5837930931238251066</id><published>2011-04-08T10:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T10:38:36.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flooding, Politics and Nausea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E3BPZXOQuZc/TZ8dVtepUJI/AAAAAAAAAz8/jl6B4NBnZEM/s1600/IMG_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E3BPZXOQuZc/TZ8dVtepUJI/AAAAAAAAAz8/jl6B4NBnZEM/s320/IMG_0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593221521040035986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in full flood prevention mode here in Valley City.  Classes were canceled yesterday so students, faculty and staff could help around town.  Roger helped sandbag, and they fulfilled their 150,000 order around noontime yesterday.  The rest of the day, as well as today and this weekend, sends people building the dikes with dirt or sandbags.  They look ready...we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fed up with politics.  I'm sick of both sides using their time to fight and call each other names.  Why not work to get something done!  I'm just sick of all of it...both sides.  Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been battling nausea again.  I think the baby sits on organs that cause me to feel ill.  I hope the baby moves soon and I can feel good again.  I am tired all the time...it is a lot of work to grow this baby!  I am excited for his or her arrival.  I only hope it happens after all the flooding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy it is Friday...the weekend at home should be good.  We'll be using our new Dyson canister vacuum to clean--love that thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Weekend, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-5837930931238251066?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/5837930931238251066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=5837930931238251066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/5837930931238251066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/5837930931238251066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/04/flooding-politics-and-nausea.html' title='Flooding, Politics and Nausea'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E3BPZXOQuZc/TZ8dVtepUJI/AAAAAAAAAz8/jl6B4NBnZEM/s72-c/IMG_0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-1918601727596040011</id><published>2011-04-04T10:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T10:15:15.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Nikki and Mom, I had my first baby shower.  It was so much fun.  Nikki and Mom did a great job decorating with paper and my baby pictures (I sure was a cutie!).  The cupcakes were beautiful and yummy.  I wish I would have taken some pictures, but I forgot--again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up Aunt Karen and drove to St. Paul on Saturday.  We were joined by my lovely three sisters-in-law, Nikki's best friends, and Elise and Cassie.  The books were fun.  Nikki has encouraged the start of a pretty good library for our little one.  It was pretty special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The games were fun, but the main event was opening the presents!  Auntie Karen was equally as excited as I was to get going.  I cannot believe how teeny, tiny, newborn clothing is.  It was so cute.  I find it hard to believe our little boy or girl will fit into those clothes!  We received lots of clothes and stuff we need.  I feel so prepared for this kid's arrival.  There are always more things we need, but we're getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister sewed a beautiful blanket, perfect for baby's tummy time.  She did an amazing job.  I also love the blanket Fran made...it is soft and cute.  This baby is already spoiled, and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time showing everything to Roger last night.  He seemed to especially like the Twins bib, hat and booties!  He also loved the books.  He read a few last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize just how lucky I am to have so many people love me and the baby they haven't even met.  Sometimes, I am reminded of all the special people in my life, and I feel the joy and love they bring.  Thank you, everyone who supports me (and the little pea!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-1918601727596040011?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/1918601727596040011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=1918601727596040011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1918601727596040011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1918601727596040011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/04/baby-shower.html' title='Baby Shower!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-6589488418957049341</id><published>2011-03-31T18:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T18:51:07.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Popping Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggwbVzOMF6A/TZUFS5QEwtI/AAAAAAAAAz0/P5xGbEgMYiY/s1600/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggwbVzOMF6A/TZUFS5QEwtI/AAAAAAAAAz0/P5xGbEgMYiY/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590380334614364882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This baby has popped my belly out quite a bit in the last couple weeks.  I've added four inches to my belly and gained four pounds.  This is my first weight gain during this pregnancy.  With the growth of my tummy comes increased discomfort.  The Braxton Hicks are getting a bit more noticeable and I barely control my bladder.  The baby still moves and kicks quite a bit.  I feel comforted when I feel him or her move.  The baby especially likes sugar.  I don't indulge in sugary foods very often, especially with the diabetes, but sometimes I just want to feed that craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the cutest onesie for the baby.  It is blue with Pigpen from Peanuts and it says, "I blame it on my parents" which I assume refers to the stinky lines around the kid.  I just loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still get to play grandma, too.  I had an enjoyable time shopping for Spring/Easter stuff today.  I also enjoyed an unexpected lunch with my mom.  She's on her way to Nikki's to help prepare for my baby shower on Saturday.  I am looking forward to that, too.  I love presents and can't wait to get lots of stuff for this baby.  He or she will most definitely be spoiled--rotten!  I hope so.  Babies are meant to be spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many puddles and problems all around town.  I'm worried about the possibility of major flooding in town.  I'm not ready to leave.  I want to be here at home and I most definitely want to deliver the baby in Fargo...with my doctor and my doula.  I'm selfish in this matter, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting more and more attention.  It is strange.  I kind of like to fade into the background.  But, I had been feeling cheated that nobody could tell I'm pregnant.  That's changed.  I'm visibly pregnant now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-6589488418957049341?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/6589488418957049341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=6589488418957049341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6589488418957049341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6589488418957049341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/03/popping-out.html' title='Popping Out!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggwbVzOMF6A/TZUFS5QEwtI/AAAAAAAAAz0/P5xGbEgMYiY/s72-c/IMG_0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-3938496016461895652</id><published>2011-03-29T20:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T20:54:00.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Rescue</title><content type='html'>I could use one!  Roger has been worn out and a little stressed.  I made him some tea and tried to comfort him.  I started crying...again.  My intention was valid...I just can't control my emotions.  I need some relief.  While Roger is on his next trip, I will watch comedies and get plenty of sleep.  It might work.  Thankfully, after Sunday, Roger is done traveling until the middle of June.  I need him here for many reasons.  Our apartment is not ready for bringing home baby.  We have lots of work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any ideas on how to help, let me know.  Otherwise, I'll probably cry some more and survive.  Damn hormones...maybe I need a hormonal rescue; do the Rolling Stones have a song fo that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-3938496016461895652?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/3938496016461895652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=3938496016461895652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/3938496016461895652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/3938496016461895652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/03/emotional-rescue.html' title='Emotional Rescue'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-5057906016451086615</id><published>2011-03-28T10:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T10:20:58.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Weeks and Counting</title><content type='html'>Only 8 weeks to go until I get to meet the baby.  I am extremely excited!  We are by no means ready, of course, but we are excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to Nikki's baby shower on Saturday.  It should be a fun time with family and loved ones.  Perhaps after that, I'll feel more prepared (doubtful).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry that baby girl or baby boy won't wait the 8 weeks.  I'm keeping my fingers crossed for at least 2 more weeks, but at least 4 more weeks would be ideal.  I'm sure he or she will come when ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to do...8 weeks is so little time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-5057906016451086615?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/5057906016451086615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=5057906016451086615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/5057906016451086615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/5057906016451086615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/03/8-weeks-and-counting.html' title='8 Weeks and Counting'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-5595015011496444315</id><published>2011-03-27T16:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T16:33:45.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Epicurian Report</title><content type='html'>So many yummy restaurants...so little time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minneapolis:&lt;br /&gt;The News Room--delicious pear blue cheese salad, with pears drunken in red wine and candied nuts.  Divine.  Lobster Tarragon pasta with thinly sliced crispy cauliflower and roasted asparagus.  Roger had fish tacos and German potato salad--interesting combination, but he was happy.  The place went on forever.  The walls were covered with news stories about Hollywood and music.  And the two televisions complicated matters, one played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabrina&lt;/span&gt;, the other, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Casablanca&lt;/span&gt;; it must have been a Bogart kind of night.  I left happy and satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Local--across the street from The News Room.  Fantastic Irish beer selection, with some locals and some other favorites available (and, ewe, Miller Lite!).  Roger had melt-in-your mouth pot roast with mashed potatoes and veggies.  I had a chicken sandwich with Guinness steak sauce and a delicious cheese.  It was a fun and loud Irish joint.  Roger and his friends returned many, many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oceannaire--Ah, finally, real, fresh and delicious seafood.  Elise and Mike joined us to celebrate Elise's 29th birthday.  The menus had "Happy Birthday Elise" printed on top, and that was just the start of the fun!  We started with cocktails; Elise had a wonderful pear martini; I had orange and pineapple juice with soda.  We had appetizers.  I finally got my Chesapeake Bay blue crabcake...it was worth the wait!  Roger and Elise shared raw oysters and tuna poke.  We had a relish tray and bread.  It was all so yummy, even before we ordered our entrees.  We all had different dishes.  I had broiled scallops with blue crab meat.  Roger had the walnut encrusted tuna seared rare.  Elise had firecracker Mahi Mahi that had a spicy sauce.  Mike had the Maine lobster...so sweet and tender!  Elise's dessert was a tableside flaming Baked Alaska.  What a treat for her.  We also shared banana cream pie with caramelized bananas on top.  What a night!  I'll have a couple pictures posted soon.  Delicious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell's Kitchen--Damn Good Food!  In the basement on 9th between Nicollet and Marquette.  Black toulle, devilish art and waiters in pajamas!  The brunch was both tasty and fun.  Roger had homemade corned beef hash and I had eggs benedict.  So good.  I can't wait to go back there...perhaps for lunch next time.  Although, it would be difficult to skip the homemade jam, marmalade and peanut butter.  I took a caramel pecan roll for home.  I can't wait to eat it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Paul:&lt;br /&gt;Blue Door Cafe--good beer selection, good burgers, great spicy peanut wings!  Fun place and totally worth the 45 minute wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many other good places around the Twin Cities, but these are the most memorable.  I look forward to trying other new places and returning to these new favorites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-5595015011496444315?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/5595015011496444315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=5595015011496444315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/5595015011496444315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/5595015011496444315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/03/epicurian-report.html' title='Epicurian Report'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-3174947699212680513</id><published>2011-03-23T16:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T16:40:23.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...Running All Over the Place</title><content type='html'>It seems I lack focus these days.  I find it difficult to make decisions; the difficult ones, such as what to eat for breakfast (I only have two choices, yogurt with nuts or toast with peanut butter).  As I think about what to choose for breakfast, I am quickly distracted by thoughts such as, "I wish I could drink orange juice in the morning" to "What if the baby comes early?" to "Oh there's my Cookie monster (the cat)."  That type of thinking follows me all day long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the things that have crossed my mind today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would ever schedule a conference in Minnesota in March?  This weather is crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not bought anything myself for the baby.  Today is the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mall of America, while one of my favorite places to go, is one of Roger's least favorite places to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new blue hoodie from Target.  I wish I got the pants.  I could walk down to Target in downtown Minneapolis and pick some up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, these kids clothes are so cute.  Owen wants me to buy a $40 dress for DD and some other stuff for Cassie, but wants the train for himself.  I can't buy things for them everytime I see them, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all the girl and boy clothes for the newborns.  I wish there were more cute selections that were gender neutral.  Oh, I like this one...bought my first thing for baby.  Two onesies and a pair of pants with a teddy bear on the butt.  Gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to have for lunch?  With so many choices, I have no idea.  Oh, I've always wanted to try Pita Pit.  Yummy, gyros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the Braxton Hicks turn to regular contractions and I have the baby 9 weeks early in Minneapolis?  How would my mom get here?  I would miss Dr. Tinguely and Jill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so guilty for leaving the cats.  They have a terrific cat sitter, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmm...donuts...Homer Simpson is on to something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, no beer again.  I can't wait to have some beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VCSU closed school; DCB did not.  What a pain for my students.  They'll survive.  They'll miss DCB's classes today...oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so great to see Hal.  It has been too long.  I wonder when I'll see Maurice and Erica or Phil or Phyllis?  I hope soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massages tomorrow!!!!  Enough said!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-3174947699212680513?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/3174947699212680513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=3174947699212680513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/3174947699212680513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/3174947699212680513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/03/thoughtsrunning-all-over-place.html' title='Thoughts...Running All Over the Place'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-424830211915023003</id><published>2011-03-19T12:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T12:16:16.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Even More Ready</title><content type='html'>We took a big step yesterday in preparing for the baby's arrival.  We hired our doula, Jill.  I'm extremely happy that we have her on our team.  We also toured the Birth Center at Sanford.  Everyone was easygoing and it was nice to see where we'll be sometime in the next nine weeks.  It was a quick tour, but it was nice to see that each birth room is private and has a jacuzzi.  I feel a bit more comfortable about it all.  We left the hospital feeling good about the upcoming birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still aren't quite ready at home.  We have a place for the baby to sleep.  We some clothes and a few diapers.  I plan to breastfeed, so we have the baby's food.  I'd really like to get the glider chair and a breastpump before the birth, but we can get those soon after, I'm sure.  I have a couple baby showers coming up, so hopefully, I will get what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger's been moving everything up from the basement storage unit.  Our second bedroom looks like some messy closet.  I'm still hoping that the flooding is not as bad as predicted, but we will be as prepared as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a lot of work done to prepare.  I need to make sure I have my lesson plans completed for the rest of the semester as soon as possible.  I need to keep up to date on grading.  That is tough, too.  I have lots to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a master to-do list that keeps growing.  Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I start aquasize on Monday.  I'm looking forward to being in the pool and doing some exercises.  It will feel good on my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we'll be watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Godfather&lt;/span&gt; and eating eggplant lasagna.  I can't wait to snuggle up with Roger and the cats and enjoy a classic.  I can work on getting more ready...tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-424830211915023003?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/424830211915023003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=424830211915023003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/424830211915023003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/424830211915023003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/03/getting-even-more-ready.html' title='Getting Even More Ready'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-441836345395686327</id><published>2011-03-17T16:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T16:56:33.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness!!</title><content type='html'>The NCAA tournament has begun.  Sadly, ODU is already out.  They played an excellent game against Butler losing in the last 0.1 second of the game.  It was pretty exciting to watch the end of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emotions also fall under March Madness.  I can't ever tell if I'm going to be cheery or weepy from one moment to the next.  It has been a challenge to keep it together sometimes.  I also have a difficult time concentrating on tasks at hand.  I start something and forget to get back to it and complete it.  It has been tricky for me.  I don't like to lose my concentration this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my doctor's exams are good. The baby is growing right on schedule.  My blood sugars are good.  I've lost some weight, but the doctor is not too concerned.  Things are going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet Jill, our doula, tomorrow to sign the contract and schedule what's next.  There is so much going on in my life that is all about baby.  I feel selfish if I want something for myself.  I have to get past that and enjoy days that have nothing to do with the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started Braxton Hicks...they don't hurt, but can be uncomfortable.  I'm not ready for real contractions...my doctor wants at least four more weeks, six or more would be preferable.  I won't be allowed to go past my due date, so there are just nine weeks left.  UGH!  I'm not ready, but I don't know if I'll ever be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy.  My family is healthy and happy.  I love spending time with Roger and the cats.  Tessa and Cookie are in for a big change, just like the rest of us.  Life is just good.  And spring is finally arriving! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm experiencing March Madness, basketball, emotional swings and melting snow (and possible flooding), I'm experiencing so much joy.  What more could I possible want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-441836345395686327?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/441836345395686327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=441836345395686327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/441836345395686327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/441836345395686327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-madness.html' title='March Madness!!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-1574036563722542115</id><published>2011-03-12T08:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T08:42:53.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>North Dakota Weather!!!</title><content type='html'>Ah, the joys of living in North Dakota.  Yesterday, the day before spring break started, North Dakota virtually shut down because of snow, ice and wind.  Yep, spring break starts in North Dakota with a blizzard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get much snow, thankfully.  Today, the sun is shining and the streets are fairly clear.  I hear Minot is still iced over...yuck.  We are headed to Minot for Roger's work, tomorrow.  I hope it is much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that we aren't being flooded like New England and that we didn't experience an earthquake and tsunami like Japan.  But, I'm so ready for spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-1574036563722542115?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/1574036563722542115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=1574036563722542115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1574036563722542115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1574036563722542115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/03/north-dakota-weather.html' title='North Dakota Weather!!!'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-6011419398979220972</id><published>2011-03-08T11:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T11:12:33.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roller Coaster That Is My Current Life</title><content type='html'>Ah, yes...I am in the third trimester.  What does that mean?  The baby grows a lot each day.  And, where do you think that energy comes from?  Mom.  And what does that mean for mom?  I am either exhausted or bursting with energy.  It is hard to make any plans to get anything done.  I'm pretty proud that I made dinner two nights in a row...of course, those two nights of dishes are waiting to be washed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is something that I have taken for granted.  It has not been easy to fall asleep and even more difficult to stay asleep.  I know this will get worse...much worse.  I'm learning how to deal with it.  My cats like pets in the middle of the night, so this helps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emotions are also all over the place.  Don't put anything even remotely sad in front of me if you do not want me to cry.  I will laugh hysterically at things that really aren't that funny.  I have trouble concentrating on getting any grading done.  This time in my life is really up and down.  My energy.  My emotions.  My concentration.  My cravings.  Everything feels a bit out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, we need to be prepping for a flood.  Getting things ready for the baby.  Doing some traveling.  I want to see friends and family, but want to stay at home.  I'm tired, mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many more months of ups and downs; I am realizing this.  I can only hope I am up for the challenge.  Thankfully, Roger will be here to help...after his next trip to Wisconsin for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started writing this post, I wanted to say so much and it was bursting out of me...now, I just want to be done.  That's my life right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-6011419398979220972?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/6011419398979220972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=6011419398979220972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6011419398979220972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/6011419398979220972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/03/roller-coaster-that-is-my-current-life.html' title='The Roller Coaster That Is My Current Life'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-1990300755949657486</id><published>2011-03-05T19:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T19:11:40.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Couple Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TDJsiJr7m4o/TXLQf1rUm7I/AAAAAAAAAy4/wDboVPE2VI8/s1600/KateSkophammer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TDJsiJr7m4o/TXLQf1rUm7I/AAAAAAAAAy4/wDboVPE2VI8/s320/KateSkophammer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580752133668772786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My work picture...it's on the website: www.dakotacollege.edu in the faculty/staff directory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7LMyjhT5TCE/TXLQfT_iZ1I/AAAAAAAAAyw/emOiHH0IRxM/s1600/180078_1761920081967_1058014672_2015450_986476_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7LMyjhT5TCE/TXLQfT_iZ1I/AAAAAAAAAyw/emOiHH0IRxM/s320/180078_1761920081967_1058014672_2015450_986476_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580752124626757458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elise and Mike's wedding picture...they've been married almost three years already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pM_QDiMpk2g/TXLQfBQzNlI/AAAAAAAAAyo/-wrt48473zw/s1600/167725_1843741451954_1193137341_2181768_3316636_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pM_QDiMpk2g/TXLQfBQzNlI/AAAAAAAAAyo/-wrt48473zw/s320/167725_1843741451954_1193137341_2181768_3316636_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580752119598888530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is at Trish's surprise 50th Birthday Party.  Jamie (our nephew Bill's fiance), Doug, Roger (Al), Betsy and Jen (Betsy's friend).  We had a nice night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-plbt0FUc72U/TXLQemkxWlI/AAAAAAAAAyg/iLYd-WxJjv4/s1600/164894_1843728891640_1193137341_2181747_3825542_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-plbt0FUc72U/TXLQemkxWlI/AAAAAAAAAyg/iLYd-WxJjv4/s320/164894_1843728891640_1193137341_2181747_3825542_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580752112434895442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is me with the Mains.  Mike, Owen Elise, Delaney and Cassie.  We have such fun together.  I love being a stepmom, mother-in-law and grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should post pictures more often...and I will try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-1990300755949657486?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/1990300755949657486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=1990300755949657486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1990300755949657486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1990300755949657486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/03/couple-pictures.html' title='A Couple Pictures'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TDJsiJr7m4o/TXLQf1rUm7I/AAAAAAAAAy4/wDboVPE2VI8/s72-c/KateSkophammer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-203213353650452317</id><published>2011-03-04T12:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T12:31:44.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doula Interview and Birth Plans...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Roger and I interviewed a potential doula.  What is a doula?  She is a intermediary between the mother and the medical staff.  This doula, named Jill, massages and helps the mother find positions that help with pain and discomfort.  She will also help explain what is going on.  This frees Roger up to be my emotional support.  And, if you know me at all, you know I need lots of emotional support.  I don't need Roger leaving my side to discuss issues with the doctors and nurses while I wonder what is going on.  We have decided to hire this doula, Jill.  We all just seemed to click and I feel she will be a valuable addition to my birth team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the birth plan, evidently everyone who has given birth has an opinion regarding whether or not to use medication.  And that is great.  I think each mother should do what is best for her.  I have had issues with taking all kinds of medications for years.  I was on an anti-depressant off and on for several years.  I often tried different ones and had severe reactions, forcing me to return to Zoloft again and again.  I have not been on Zoloft for 5 years, which is wonderful.  However, I get very anxious and panic with anesthesia.  Aleve gives me nightmares.  Most pain medications make me paranoid and anxious.  These are feelings I do NOT want while trying to have a baby.  I fear that the reactions I have to traditional medications in the delivery room will force the doctors to perform a Cesarean.  I'm hoping to avoid that.  Also, when I was five years old, I had spinal meningitis and still recall having needles in my spine.  The only way I can have blood drawn or get an injection is if I can see the needle poke my skin.  I can't do that for an epidural.  I will refuse an epidural unless there is no other way.  It is not worth the anxiety and potentially dangerous rise in blood pressure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I am not the hippie natural person that feels ethically or morally that there should be no drugs, I am pragmatic.  I want to experience this birth.  I want to bond with my baby immediately, not when I wake up after being knocked out for paranoia and panic.  It hurts to hear people laugh at my plan; like I can't do it.  I will be open to medications if necessary.  But, I will rely on Jill and Roger to help me through it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only 3 months left...I'm starting to feel excited for the event and for meeting this little baby girl or boy.  And, I'll do it the way I want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-203213353650452317?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/203213353650452317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=203213353650452317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/203213353650452317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/203213353650452317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/03/doula-interview-and-birth-plans.html' title='Doula Interview and Birth Plans...'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-4079240440349178170</id><published>2011-03-02T09:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T09:44:20.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Get Pregnant?</title><content type='html'>Evidently, if you want to get pregnant, you should move to Valley City, North Dakota.  It is quite interesting how many pregnant women there are just on this campus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just talked with a student who is due today.  She said her back hurts, but she hasn't felt any contractions.  She's headed to Fargo this afternoon to see her nurse midwife.  She's hoping to deliver today or tomorrow.  I know of 4 other students in various stages of pregnancy.  I think most are due before school lets out in May.  It is hard enough to go through this as faculty; it must be extremely difficult as a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are at least 5 staff members expecting.  Three of them are due in April.  It has been fun to see them as their bodies change and they prepare to greet their daughters (I think all three are having girls).  They are spaced out by 7-10 days.  April should be pretty exciting around here.  Two other staff members are due in the fall.  They are getting together an aquasize class...I am hoping I will be cleared to join them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it is the delicious water around here, or the extra-hot end of summer that kept everyone in their air conditioned homes, but pregnancy seems almost contagious here.  Luckily, everyone is excited.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it is about 1% of everyone on campus that is pregnant and probably over 10% of the staff.  Maybe I should open a daycare in my office?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-4079240440349178170?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/4079240440349178170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=4079240440349178170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/4079240440349178170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/4079240440349178170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/03/wanna-get-pregnant.html' title='Wanna Get Pregnant?'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684700999979368602.post-1586879332290972970</id><published>2011-03-01T14:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T14:53:05.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A 10K on the Horizon?</title><content type='html'>I'm probably crazy, but I'm registering for a 10k on October 1st in St. Paul.  It coincides with the Twin Cities Marathon (maybe after a couple years!).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pregnant and can't run right now.  I'll have a small baby to train with all summer.  And, I haven't completed a 10k before.  I probably am a little crazy, but what the heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a goal and this seems to be a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to talk Elise and some grandkids into participating in some of the fun events they have for families.  It might be a great yearly family event...or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to start training and complete my first 10k!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684700999979368602-1586879332290972970?l=skophammers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/feeds/1586879332290972970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684700999979368602&amp;postID=1586879332290972970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1586879332290972970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684700999979368602/posts/default/1586879332290972970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skophammers.blogspot.com/2011/03/10k-on-horizon.html' title='A 10K on the Horizon?'/><author><name>Kate and Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319333742008857757</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/_FYh20o78v68/SKc_CXIbC8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/_7R24GxLFjA/S220/Schmammers+Beer+Fest+2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
