<?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-1312004326314788716</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:04:45.506-08:00</updated><category term='natural disasters'/><category term='handmade'/><category term='photography'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='beach'/><category term='family'/><category term='play'/><category term='seasons'/><category term='homebirth'/><category term='steiner'/><category term='celebrations'/><category term='music'/><category term='nature'/><category term='mothering'/><category term='this moment'/><category term='gratitude'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>The Story of Bee</title><subtitle type='html'>Spring 2009</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-4093465605516564011</id><published>2011-02-18T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T04:09:10.226-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this moment'/><title type='text'>this moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMbKX74WlmI/TV5gGR0sSBI/AAAAAAAAAvI/GtxrTzBYr-Y/s1600/2011_0212Xmas-NewYear110157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMbKX74WlmI/TV5gGR0sSBI/AAAAAAAAAvI/GtxrTzBYr-Y/s400/2011_0212Xmas-NewYear110157.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.soulemama.com/"&gt;SouleMama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-4093465605516564011?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4093465605516564011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=4093465605516564011' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/4093465605516564011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/4093465605516564011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-moment.html' title='this moment'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMbKX74WlmI/TV5gGR0sSBI/AAAAAAAAAvI/GtxrTzBYr-Y/s72-c/2011_0212Xmas-NewYear110157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-5612696308576484753</id><published>2011-02-01T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T03:58:05.313-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural disasters'/><title type='text'>fingers crossed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TUfxoechKkI/AAAAAAAAAvA/oaAQPsf0reo/s1600/731373-cyclone-yasi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TUfxoechKkI/AAAAAAAAAvA/oaAQPsf0reo/s400/731373-cyclone-yasi.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tonight we have our fingers and toes crossed for the safety of all the people in North Queensland. My beautiful&amp;nbsp;mum, step dad, sister, brother in law&amp;nbsp;and 2 little nieces are right in the firing line of cyclone Yasi. I am nervous. I&amp;nbsp;have a knot in my stomach.&amp;nbsp;They were in cyclone Larry,&amp;nbsp;this one is meant to be much worst. Saying lots of prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-5612696308576484753?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5612696308576484753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=5612696308576484753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/5612696308576484753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/5612696308576484753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2011/02/fingers-crossed.html' title='fingers crossed'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TUfxoechKkI/AAAAAAAAAvA/oaAQPsf0reo/s72-c/731373-cyclone-yasi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-1236236138627718101</id><published>2011-01-21T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T04:15:14.040-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>{this moment}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TTl11vRZfgI/AAAAAAAAAu8/1Pvk8TkJ1A0/s1600/2011_0102Xmas-NewYear110093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TTl11vRZfgI/AAAAAAAAAu8/1Pvk8TkJ1A0/s400/2011_0102Xmas-NewYear110093.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TTl1Z_tWZUI/AAAAAAAAAu4/6HO3a27m-Gc/s1600/2011_0102Xmas-NewYear110144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TTl1Z_tWZUI/AAAAAAAAAu4/6HO3a27m-Gc/s400/2011_0102Xmas-NewYear110144.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;{﻿this moment }-&amp;nbsp; A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a photo from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember. Inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.soulemama.com/"&gt;SouleMama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;p.s - one of my favourite moments, a family effort to build a beautiful sandcastle (had to add an extra photo of the finished product).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-1236236138627718101?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1236236138627718101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=1236236138627718101' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1236236138627718101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1236236138627718101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-moment.html' title='{this moment}'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TTl11vRZfgI/AAAAAAAAAu8/1Pvk8TkJ1A0/s72-c/2011_0102Xmas-NewYear110093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-6032882038763690244</id><published>2011-01-16T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T03:58:56.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural disasters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>in a month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TTOocScEQoI/AAAAAAAAAuw/VJhtj0iJbZs/s1600/gracebeach1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TTOocScEQoI/AAAAAAAAAuw/VJhtj0iJbZs/s400/gracebeach1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a month&amp;nbsp;i have&amp;nbsp;celebrated a beautiful christmas. spent a week in byron bay. fell asleep at 9pm before the countdown to new years. watched my sixteen year old son sky dive from 14,000 feet. housed my&amp;nbsp;wonderful mother for&amp;nbsp;four weeks as the roads were flooded to rockhampton. cleaned lots of mould off walls. watched the devastation of the floods. cried over the lives lost in this natural disaster. felt uplifted by the amazing and generous people that have helped with the cleanup. cleanout and donated many items to people less fotunate. spent very little time on my computer. sat in stillness and counted my blessings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-6032882038763690244?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6032882038763690244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=6032882038763690244' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/6032882038763690244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/6032882038763690244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-month.html' title='in a month'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TTOocScEQoI/AAAAAAAAAuw/VJhtj0iJbZs/s72-c/gracebeach1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-1446307792147264397</id><published>2010-12-24T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T07:12:02.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TRSzvhdzZ_I/AAAAAAAAAuo/w2DpyxGnsAI/s1600/2010_12252010Dec0038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TRSzvhdzZ_I/AAAAAAAAAuo/w2DpyxGnsAI/s400/2010_12252010Dec0038.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TRSzSE4DCSI/AAAAAAAAAuk/dsSXo70vM9o/s1600/2010_12252010Dec0048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TRSzSE4DCSI/AAAAAAAAAuk/dsSXo70vM9o/s400/2010_12252010Dec0048.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TRS25o3S_MI/AAAAAAAAAus/2C0y0V8pKNY/s1600/xmas1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TRS25o3S_MI/AAAAAAAAAus/2C0y0V8pKNY/s400/xmas1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;everything is in it's place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;christmas time is just magic with a 3 year old in the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;we are all in the spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;happy christmas to you all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;be back soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-1446307792147264397?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1446307792147264397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=1446307792147264397' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1446307792147264397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1446307792147264397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/12/magic.html' title='magic'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TRSzvhdzZ_I/AAAAAAAAAuo/w2DpyxGnsAI/s72-c/2010_12252010Dec0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-5707619785507563370</id><published>2010-12-17T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T06:53:19.214-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this moment'/><title type='text'>{this moment}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TQtzp1jLaSI/AAAAAAAAAuU/b6ULqv2-9dg/s1600/gbxmas2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 265px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 439px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TQtzp1jLaSI/AAAAAAAAAuU/b6ULqv2-9dg/s400/gbxmas2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;{﻿this moment }-&amp;nbsp; A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a photo from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.soulemama.com/"&gt;SouleMama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-5707619785507563370?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5707619785507563370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=5707619785507563370' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/5707619785507563370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/5707619785507563370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-moment_17.html' title='{this moment}'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TQtzp1jLaSI/AAAAAAAAAuU/b6ULqv2-9dg/s72-c/gbxmas2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-1155060383355778837</id><published>2010-12-12T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T03:30:13.753-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this moment'/><title type='text'>{this moment}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TQL2bC2Oo1I/AAAAAAAAAuI/mx2aUmLCK3I/s1600/2010_12112010May0104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TQL2bC2Oo1I/AAAAAAAAAuI/mx2aUmLCK3I/s320/2010_12112010May0104.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿{this moment} inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.soulemama.com/"&gt;SouleMama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;P.S&amp;nbsp; -&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mr 14. The chef in our family. A freshly baked choc chip pizza!&amp;nbsp; Oh my, it was a little over the top but very yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-1155060383355778837?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1155060383355778837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=1155060383355778837' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1155060383355778837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1155060383355778837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-moment_10.html' title='{this moment}'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TQL2bC2Oo1I/AAAAAAAAAuI/mx2aUmLCK3I/s72-c/2010_12112010May0104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-3397921276253470106</id><published>2010-12-02T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T22:08:28.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>{this moment}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TPiG2X2b32I/AAAAAAAAAuE/jJ8bNej3vOs/s1600/family2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TPiG2X2b32I/AAAAAAAAAuE/jJ8bNej3vOs/s320/family2.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;{this moment} - Inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.soulemama.com/"&gt;Soulemama&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Celebrating my baby boys 14th birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-3397921276253470106?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3397921276253470106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=3397921276253470106' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/3397921276253470106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/3397921276253470106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-moment.html' title='{this moment}'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TPiG2X2b32I/AAAAAAAAAuE/jJ8bNej3vOs/s72-c/family2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-6377303048934464711</id><published>2010-11-26T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:33:19.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>{this moment}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TO-TWm3sy2I/AAAAAAAAAt8/zQBpcLxhucU/s1600/2010_11112010May0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543811682916944738" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TO-TWm3sy2I/AAAAAAAAAt8/zQBpcLxhucU/s400/2010_11112010May0038.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; {this moment} - Inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.soulemama.com/"&gt;Soulemama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-6377303048934464711?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6377303048934464711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=6377303048934464711' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/6377303048934464711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/6377303048934464711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-moment_26.html' title='{this moment}'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TO-TWm3sy2I/AAAAAAAAAt8/zQBpcLxhucU/s72-c/2010_11112010May0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-3850964367972675017</id><published>2010-11-23T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:46:53.724-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>they play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TN4WCWdLVpI/AAAAAAAAAt0/kguj7EbKyiQ/s1600/boysviolin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538888821355796114" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TN4WCWdLVpI/AAAAAAAAAt0/kguj7EbKyiQ/s400/boysviolin.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 238px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my two boys. they are the two in the middle. violins in hands. they played .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;after all these years of watching them perform, my heart still sings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-3850964367972675017?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3850964367972675017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=3850964367972675017' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/3850964367972675017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/3850964367972675017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-heart-still-sings.html' title='they play'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TN4WCWdLVpI/AAAAAAAAAt0/kguj7EbKyiQ/s72-c/boysviolin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-5671564713813151257</id><published>2010-11-05T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:33:50.689-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>{this moment}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TNSHtgYWqxI/AAAAAAAAAto/ohNBGj3LXwU/s1600/gracebeach3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536199057801128722" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TNSHtgYWqxI/AAAAAAAAAto/ohNBGj3LXwU/s400/gracebeach3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; {this moment} - &lt;em&gt;Inspired by&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.soulemama.com/"&gt;SouleMama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-5671564713813151257?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5671564713813151257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=5671564713813151257' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/5671564713813151257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/5671564713813151257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-moment.html' title='{this moment}'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TNSHtgYWqxI/AAAAAAAAAto/ohNBGj3LXwU/s72-c/gracebeach3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-545616773446026552</id><published>2010-10-20T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T04:09:17.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steiner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handmade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>turning 3 with fairies and gnomes</title><content type='html'>a little fairy turned 3 in our house a couple of weeks ago.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529390647285276882" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TLxXf2vOYNI/AAAAAAAAAsg/IaYMsAV71x0/s400/blog10.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the night before her birthday i told a special story about a little baby who was longing to come and live in our family (this was symbolic of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gracie&lt;/span&gt; and of a new little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;waldorf&lt;/span&gt; doll that i had made in the weeks leading up to her birthday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the look on her face when she met her baby doll on the morning of her birthday..... so priceless. she told me "mummy, her name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lucy&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529378539824248770" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TLxMfG7kd8I/AAAAAAAAAsY/W_x3D4-Yub0/s400/blog8.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gracie&lt;/span&gt; had her first birthday party this year. she asked for a fairy and gnomes party -who could resist that! &lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529377267072272034" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TLxLVBj2hqI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/NG6HUNFqUdY/s400/blog1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 361px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt; &lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529898625560536818" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TL4lgFR05vI/AAAAAAAAAtg/afjAAelKSEQ/s400/grace1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of her favourite gifts was the bubble maker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529376056427098546" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TLxKOjjjMbI/AAAAAAAAAr4/XZ_F0XU-AEU/s400/grace2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt; the plans for circle games outside in our garden and a treasure hunt were not to be. the rain came to visit and stayed all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the children played contently in the sandpit. the bubble maker was a big hit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529376410674680866" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TLxKjLOwVCI/AAAAAAAAAsA/raPYah_sqZQ/s400/blog5.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 293px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529396628192893074" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TLxc7_WuGJI/AAAAAAAAAs4/lMaRR0PMs-U/s400/blog9.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 401px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart was full with all the beautiful handmade cards and gifts grace received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529893283307801026" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TL4gpH1hScI/AAAAAAAAAtA/OssE106HDdU/s400/blog7.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 275px;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the little girls were given a pair of fairy wings. i made gnomes hats for the boys and stitched the first letter of their name on each hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529373975946075266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TLxIVdKOHII/AAAAAAAAArg/gNu7gT14hk8/s400/blog6.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 199px;" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TLxIHp7kx7I/AAAAAAAAArY/puUc7oEbM9M/s1600/blog4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529373738856138674" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TLxIHp7kx7I/AAAAAAAAArY/puUc7oEbM9M/s400/blog4.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 334px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the house was filled with handmade tissue pom poms. these pretty thing are very easy to make. there are lots of tutorials on the net!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529366662886300322" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TLxBrx45mqI/AAAAAAAAAq4/8CJ6bGzfrtM/s400/blog3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt; we had lots of fun decorating and making everything look beautiful. i stamped out grace's name and punched out some patterned paper scallops. she loved her cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TLxAstAmWlI/AAAAAAAAAqw/qRW-S4PZpWQ/s1600/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529365579244657234" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TLxAstAmWlI/AAAAAAAAAqw/qRW-S4PZpWQ/s400/blog2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday darling girl. you were born into our hearts and home 3 years ago and we are so blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-545616773446026552?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/545616773446026552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=545616773446026552' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/545616773446026552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/545616773446026552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/10/turning-3-with-fairies-and-gnomes.html' title='turning 3 with fairies and gnomes'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TLxXf2vOYNI/AAAAAAAAAsg/IaYMsAV71x0/s72-c/blog10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-6457378271863130350</id><published>2010-10-15T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:32:45.491-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this moment'/><title type='text'>{this moment}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TLgnHZ1KeTI/AAAAAAAAAqI/yg90zIu13u8/s1600/2010_09262010May0224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528211550743722290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TLgnHZ1KeTI/AAAAAAAAAqI/yg90zIu13u8/s400/2010_09262010May0224.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.soulemama.com/"&gt;Soulemama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{this moment} A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words -capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special extradionary moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-6457378271863130350?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6457378271863130350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=6457378271863130350' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/6457378271863130350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/6457378271863130350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-moment_15.html' title='{this moment}'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TLgnHZ1KeTI/AAAAAAAAAqI/yg90zIu13u8/s72-c/2010_09262010May0224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-5434829656662695827</id><published>2010-10-08T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:34:33.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this moment'/><title type='text'>{this moment}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TK7XxgreYwI/AAAAAAAAAqA/M93xCGWyZW0/s1600/2010_10082010May0333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525591038416020226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TK7XxgreYwI/AAAAAAAAAqA/M93xCGWyZW0/s400/2010_10082010May0333.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.soulemama.com/"&gt;SouleMama &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-5434829656662695827?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5434829656662695827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=5434829656662695827' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/5434829656662695827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/5434829656662695827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-moment_08.html' title='{this moment}'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TK7XxgreYwI/AAAAAAAAAqA/M93xCGWyZW0/s72-c/2010_10082010May0333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-1803977965643340594</id><published>2010-10-03T04:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:35:36.984-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>a blessingway for two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TKhqTzXE-QI/AAAAAAAAApw/k1p7E3A1NDk/s1600/2010_10032010May0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523781831406975234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TKhqTzXE-QI/AAAAAAAAApw/k1p7E3A1NDk/s400/2010_10032010May0202.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TKhplDylVWI/AAAAAAAAApo/NKyonA7gEmE/s1600/2010_10032010May0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523781028363457890" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TKhplDylVWI/AAAAAAAAApo/NKyonA7gEmE/s400/2010_10032010May0150.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TKho6V9LLAI/AAAAAAAAApg/J2TMQ7ShYnI/s1600/2010_10032010May0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523780294505344002" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TKho6V9LLAI/AAAAAAAAApg/J2TMQ7ShYnI/s400/2010_10032010May0122.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today we sat in circle as women, sisters and mothers. We sang, nurtured and painted with henna. We enveloped these two beautiful pregnant women with love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Each women bought a bead. The beads will be strung together and a necklace will be made to provide strength and courage for their birthing journeys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My two friends will be birthing their babies in the safety of their own homes. After their babies are born - the women in their community will provide homemade meals for them. They will be supported and showered with love. Can you imagine if every women had this support after birth ...... just imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are so many ideas and things that you can do for a blessingway. For inspirations this book is perfect &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mother-Rising-Blessingway-Journey-Motherhood/dp/1587612674/ref=s9subs_c6_14_popt2-rfc_g1-frt_g1-3215_p-3102_p?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;pf%5Frd%5Ft=101&amp;amp;pf%5Frd%5Fm=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf%5Frd%5Fp=436518601&amp;amp;pf%5Frd%5Fs=center-4&amp;amp;pf%5Frd%5Fr=0GBCK7TE1H3WHZ65H0BF&amp;amp;pf%5Frd%5Fi=507846/?tag=uncograc-20"&gt;*Mother Rising : The blessingway journey into Motherhood &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All these pregnant bellies are making me clucky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-1803977965643340594?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1803977965643340594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=1803977965643340594' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1803977965643340594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1803977965643340594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/10/blessingway-for-two.html' title='a blessingway for two'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TKhqTzXE-QI/AAAAAAAAApw/k1p7E3A1NDk/s72-c/2010_10032010May0202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-2460520698418360034</id><published>2010-10-01T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:42:05.883-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handmade'/><title type='text'>{this moment}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TKX4Znk3_lI/AAAAAAAAApY/OgyPxaFjM44/s1600/2010_10022010May0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523093637043846738" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TKX4Znk3_lI/AAAAAAAAApY/OgyPxaFjM44/s400/2010_10022010May0013.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.soulemama.com/"&gt;SouleMama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a photo from the week. A simple, special extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-2460520698418360034?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2460520698418360034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=2460520698418360034' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/2460520698418360034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/2460520698418360034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-moment.html' title='{this moment}'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TKX4Znk3_lI/AAAAAAAAApY/OgyPxaFjM44/s72-c/2010_10022010May0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-7337959495815088128</id><published>2010-09-28T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:42:52.958-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steiner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handmade'/><title type='text'>nearly 3 and a fairy morning tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TJ9Alu7lOxI/AAAAAAAAApQ/p1O9EBa_DrY/s1600/2010_09262010May0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521202685176789778" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TJ9Alu7lOxI/AAAAAAAAApQ/p1O9EBa_DrY/s400/2010_09262010May0069.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TJ9AOdMU4sI/AAAAAAAAApI/vOYMo4M8JsE/s1600/2010_09252010May0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521202285278192322" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TJ9AOdMU4sI/AAAAAAAAApI/vOYMo4M8JsE/s400/2010_09252010May0043.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TJ8_1gBbfpI/AAAAAAAAApA/hGJMFqHZDg4/s1600/2010_09252010May0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521201856541064850" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TJ8_1gBbfpI/AAAAAAAAApA/hGJMFqHZDg4/s400/2010_09252010May0039.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's busy around here. School holidays have arrived and boy am I thankful for that. No school runs and warmer weather equals a happy me! I have had my busy spring hat on - cleaning out cupboards and preparing for my little ones 3rd birthday. She asked if she could have a little party.... she asked! I think after attending two in the last few months she has clicked onto something - parties are fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The thing is that I am not really into planning children's parties. We compromised on the party and decided on a small morning tea with just a few children. For someone who isn't into children's parties I have enjoyed making her little fairy inspired invites and browsing through this &lt;a href="http://littlelovely.typepad.com/littlelovely/"&gt;lovely blog &lt;/a&gt;for inspirations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had my crafty hat on too. My hands and heart have been busy making a waldorf baby doll for Grace. I wish I could say that craft comes easy to me. It doesn't. However, I really believe that the love and joy of making something with my hands and giving it to my little one is priceless. So I push on. I am searching for a moses basket to put her new dollie in. Fingers crossed that one will appear in the local Op shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-7337959495815088128?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7337959495815088128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=7337959495815088128' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/7337959495815088128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/7337959495815088128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/09/nearly-3-and-fairy-morning-tea.html' title='nearly 3 and a fairy morning tea'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TJ9Alu7lOxI/AAAAAAAAApQ/p1O9EBa_DrY/s72-c/2010_09262010May0069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-7967168075048510571</id><published>2010-09-24T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:45:23.241-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this moment'/><title type='text'>{this moment}</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TJyVlR0N3lI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Mfo2a1r8WfA/s1600/2010_09052010May0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520451710919499346" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TJyVlR0N3lI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Mfo2a1r8WfA/s400/2010_09052010May0032.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Inspired by &lt;a href="http://soulemama.com.au/"&gt;SouleMama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{this moment } A Friday ritual. A single photo. No words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment to pause, savour and remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-7967168075048510571?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7967168075048510571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=7967168075048510571' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/7967168075048510571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/7967168075048510571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-moment.html' title='{this moment}'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TJyVlR0N3lI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Mfo2a1r8WfA/s72-c/2010_09052010May0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-8484375760134499582</id><published>2010-08-27T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:45:50.732-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this moment'/><title type='text'>{this moment}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/THe7LqJizTI/AAAAAAAAAow/hHJaeGf6lnU/s1600/2010_08272010May0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510078478078364978" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/THe7LqJizTI/AAAAAAAAAow/hHJaeGf6lnU/s400/2010_08272010May0147.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; {this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo. No words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment to pause, savour and remember.&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by&lt;a href="http://www.soulemama.com/soulemama/"&gt; SouleMama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;A beautiful birthday afternoon spent at the park. Happy birthday to my lovely hubby x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-8484375760134499582?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8484375760134499582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=8484375760134499582' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/8484375760134499582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/8484375760134499582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-moment_27.html' title='{this moment}'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/THe7LqJizTI/AAAAAAAAAow/hHJaeGf6lnU/s72-c/2010_08272010May0147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-7085128143383086190</id><published>2010-08-13T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T04:04:32.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>this moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TGVCpnDrH9I/AAAAAAAAAoI/zx4aDg2Bmnc/s1600/whyatt16th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504879402156761042" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TGVCpnDrH9I/AAAAAAAAAoI/zx4aDg2Bmnc/s400/whyatt16th.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a photo from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember. Inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.soulemama.com/"&gt;SouleMama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-7085128143383086190?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7085128143383086190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=7085128143383086190' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/7085128143383086190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/7085128143383086190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-moment.html' title='this moment'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TGVCpnDrH9I/AAAAAAAAAoI/zx4aDg2Bmnc/s72-c/whyatt16th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-289087939413574511</id><published>2010-08-03T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T03:52:16.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>sixteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TFa86-i00-I/AAAAAAAAAoA/bm2WfN9JCrU/s1600/why%27sasbabyandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TFa86-i00-I/AAAAAAAAAoA/bm2WfN9JCrU/s1600/why%27sasbabyandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500791716287140834" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TFa86-i00-I/AAAAAAAAAoA/bm2WfN9JCrU/s400/why%27sasbabyandme.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TFa8RoshWnI/AAAAAAAAAn4/y2h4Q3iDR6k/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life was so different before you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was surprised when you came,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so early, so tiny, so perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I held you in my arms, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pretending that I knew how to care for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of course I learnt, I grew and so did you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still watch you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wondering if I am doing an ok job of being your Mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe that is how it is with your first born,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;always wondering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Together we learn a new dance everyday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;overcoming challenges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am learning to let you go, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to let you grow up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And boy, I am so proud of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 16th Birthday Whyatt, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;keep shining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mum x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500786304485518226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TFa3_-Axa5I/AAAAAAAAAno/EhtShtVz0xY/s400/why%27sandme.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-289087939413574511?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/289087939413574511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=289087939413574511' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/289087939413574511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/289087939413574511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/07/sixteen.html' title='sixteen'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TFa86-i00-I/AAAAAAAAAoA/bm2WfN9JCrU/s72-c/why%27sasbabyandme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-181499275742056365</id><published>2010-07-08T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:46:27.743-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this moment'/><title type='text'>{this moment}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TDay6qrQcMI/AAAAAAAAAng/_VgVedhTGjo/s1600/2010_06262010May0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491773516582777026" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TDay6qrQcMI/AAAAAAAAAng/_VgVedhTGjo/s400/2010_06262010May0001.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;{this moment} A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-181499275742056365?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/181499275742056365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=181499275742056365' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/181499275742056365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/181499275742056365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-moment.html' title='{this moment}'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TDay6qrQcMI/AAAAAAAAAng/_VgVedhTGjo/s72-c/2010_06262010May0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-2864317117365659871</id><published>2010-07-06T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:44:58.575-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Looking back on June</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TDMdguAl_2I/AAAAAAAAAnY/NvET7i2PkEQ/s1600/2010_06252010May0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I often get side tracked from doing regular posts. Things big and small seem to get in my way. I get stressed that maybe I should just give the whole blog thing away..... but then I remind myself of why I keep a blog. For my family, a journal, something to look back on. Because all the moments that I blog about are my precious memories, moments that make up my life and I just don't want to forget them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The month of June was a time of.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;* hosting and celebrating a &lt;a href="http://lavendilly.wordpress.com/"&gt;dear friends &lt;/a&gt;blessingway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;* getting ready for my oldest son's 16th birthday, I am still getting my head around it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;* witnessing the beautiful sounds of my son Josh, playing a piece on his violin from the Schindler's List soundtrack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;* feeling a deep appreciation for my beautiful family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;* saving my pennies and getting closer to buying my new camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;* enjoying our winter fire this year, after a beautiful friend came to my home and cleaned out my fireplace! Thank you Louise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have added Josh's beautiful violin piece, just because.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;oh, sorry about the bumpy recording (a tripod would of been good).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J65PqRE8zzk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J65PqRE8zzk&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-2864317117365659871?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2864317117365659871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=2864317117365659871' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/2864317117365659871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/2864317117365659871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/07/looking-back-on-june.html' title='Looking back on June'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-3564125409632248349</id><published>2010-06-26T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:44:09.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>the show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TCYAI78LQ4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/CT5Ph5bZzWY/s1600/2010_06252010May0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487073349526569858" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TCYAI78LQ4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/CT5Ph5bZzWY/s400/2010_06252010May0246.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TCX9bdTBMzI/AAAAAAAAAnA/UjW8-nBPFSA/s1600/2010_06252010May0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487070369183511346" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TCX9bdTBMzI/AAAAAAAAAnA/UjW8-nBPFSA/s400/2010_06252010May0242.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TCX8dsimETI/AAAAAAAAAm4/IMW49JTh4_Y/s1600/2010_06252010May0228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487069308123484466" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TCX8dsimETI/AAAAAAAAAm4/IMW49JTh4_Y/s400/2010_06252010May0228.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TCX77LD0o9I/AAAAAAAAAmw/F_uczzDPoC8/s1600/2010_06252010May0222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487068715020493778" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TCX77LD0o9I/AAAAAAAAAmw/F_uczzDPoC8/s400/2010_06252010May0222.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TCX7TfrL8pI/AAAAAAAAAmo/lSVhqRwv9Bg/s1600/2010_06252010May0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487068033359540882" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TCX7TfrL8pI/AAAAAAAAAmo/lSVhqRwv9Bg/s400/2010_06252010May0210.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today the sun was shining and we went to the show. no need for words. the pictures tell the story. the only thing missing was the company of my two sons. the boys have been away for 10 days visiting their grandparents. they have been having their own fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wishing you all a little sunshine in your week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-3564125409632248349?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3564125409632248349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=3564125409632248349' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/3564125409632248349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/3564125409632248349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/06/show.html' title='the show'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TCYAI78LQ4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/CT5Ph5bZzWY/s72-c/2010_06252010May0246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-3432906852188416759</id><published>2010-06-04T06:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:48:53.617-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>{this moment}</title><content type='html'>{this moment} A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TAkBNhzdaPI/AAAAAAAAAmY/oa0aOVKmrtc/s1600/2010_06032010May0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478911753597053170" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TAkBNhzdaPI/AAAAAAAAAmY/oa0aOVKmrtc/s400/2010_06032010May0024.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My two sons and their Auntie Em. They love her so much. We are blessed that she is such a big part of our lives. She is my sister and one of the kindest souls that I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Em - we love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-3432906852188416759?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3432906852188416759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=3432906852188416759' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/3432906852188416759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/3432906852188416759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-moment.html' title='{this moment}'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/TAkBNhzdaPI/AAAAAAAAAmY/oa0aOVKmrtc/s72-c/2010_06032010May0024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-7460257725791499725</id><published>2010-05-24T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T04:01:44.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handmade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>may days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S_qCpiANtOI/AAAAAAAAAmA/3ZjTwhTVuls/s1600/2010_05242010May0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474831947036210402" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S_qCpiANtOI/AAAAAAAAAmA/3ZjTwhTVuls/s400/2010_05242010May0042.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S_qCI7nM2sI/AAAAAAAAAl4/MMbt2T8NqhI/s1600/2010_05242010May0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474831386974935746" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S_qCI7nM2sI/AAAAAAAAAl4/MMbt2T8NqhI/s400/2010_05242010May0081.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S_qBi5Ea6oI/AAAAAAAAAlw/4YLoQKeLm3Q/s1600/2010_05242010May0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474830733457156738" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S_qBi5Ea6oI/AAAAAAAAAlw/4YLoQKeLm3Q/s400/2010_05242010May0034.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S_ph8pcCXcI/AAAAAAAAAkg/W5qDm8bd4Uk/s1600/2010_05242010May0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474821913238109410" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S_p5hfMU_OI/AAAAAAAAAlI/MqvbMOZq-n4/s400/2010_05242010May0035.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 303px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 402px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks have been hectic. Lately, life has been run by schedules, measured week by week, term by term. It is not unusual for us all to be on the road by 7am. The boys run in a club at school or go to the school library for study. Afternoons are busy but we still manage (most nights) to eat our evening meal together. Sitting around a candle, chatting and listening to each others daily news. Once dishes are done, my boys are usually stuck in front of their computers - doing homework for a good couple of hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's funny how life turns out. My life certainly feels like it has done a turn around, since the days of my boys primary school years, when they attended a quiet little Steiner school. But to be honest, these boys of mine are thriving and love the challenge of a academic and sporty high school. For me, I can only trust that they have had the grounding and gentleness of a peaceful childhood which will enable them to handle this new pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the flip side, my days between school hours are balanced with my little one and I doing as little as possible outside of our home. Apart from a small mama's group that meets fortnightly, the little one and I keep life pretty simple. There are no plans for her to attend any kind of kindy or childcare. I totally respect what other parents choose, I really do and for some parents I know there is no option but, to go back to work. I think every family has to work out what is right for them and this is what is right for us. Having two teenagers has reminded me how quickly this time goes and it is just too precious to miss out on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our days between 8 and 3 are filled with little bits of craft, lots of imaginative play, walks around our neighbourhood, cooking and preparing meals for the evenings and to burst my bubble, a few two year old tantrums are thrown in there too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On another note, I like the idea of summarising what is alive in me each month. My new little idea (which I am sure other bloggers may do) is to note a few of my months happenings. So here is May.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May has been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;. finding my needles again and catching the knitting bug &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;. exploring new recipes and juicing every morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;. reading this &lt;a href="http://ourheavenonearth.net/"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; and being inspired by it's beauty and simplicity for early childhood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;. watching and listening to my boys play their violins in concerts and quartets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;. falling in love with papercraft and attending this &lt;a href="http://joiedevivrehouse.com/"&gt;creative women's classes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;. taking steps towards studying a course at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loving this quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'A hundred years from now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it will not matter what my bank account was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sort of home I lived in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or the kind of car I drove;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the world may be different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was important to the life of a child. ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-7460257725791499725?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7460257725791499725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=7460257725791499725' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/7460257725791499725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/7460257725791499725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-days.html' title='may days'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S_qCpiANtOI/AAAAAAAAAmA/3ZjTwhTVuls/s72-c/2010_05242010May0042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-7191746327838577419</id><published>2010-05-06T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:09:16.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S-OL1fLPIzI/AAAAAAAAAkY/-nUucMc5MLY/s1600/2010_04262010March0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468368123575870258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S-OL1fLPIzI/AAAAAAAAAkY/-nUucMc5MLY/s400/2010_04262010March0021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Recently I have been seeing a friend well my old midwife actually for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roger_Callahan"&gt;TFT&lt;/a&gt;. In a few of my past posts I have written about keeping my life simple. This body of mine likes it like that and my soul too. I have been battling for some time with neurological symptoms - so the best way to stay balanced is to be gentle on myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes it can feel like you are the only one going through something like this, but I am reminder daily that so many people are battling or overcoming something. I continue to bring myself back to what I am grateful for and there is so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My mantra recently has been ---&lt;em&gt; to live day by day, moment by moment, slowing, gently and with gratitude.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is what is whats alive in my world at the moment. Sending love to you all and hoping that all is well in your world. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-7191746327838577419?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7191746327838577419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=7191746327838577419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/7191746327838577419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/7191746327838577419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/05/gratitude.html' title='gratitude'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S-OL1fLPIzI/AAAAAAAAAkY/-nUucMc5MLY/s72-c/2010_04262010March0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-6152776439903274999</id><published>2010-04-30T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T05:17:35.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{this moment}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S9rIqv0eB-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/eKOpcScwSGo/s1600/2010_04262010March0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465901734484117474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S9rIqv0eB-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/eKOpcScwSGo/s400/2010_04262010March0031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;{this moment} -A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; ritual- a single photo - no words. Capturing a photo from the week. A simple, special,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;extraordinary&lt;/span&gt; moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Inspired by - &lt;a href="http://soulemama.com/"&gt;Soulemama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-6152776439903274999?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6152776439903274999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=6152776439903274999' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/6152776439903274999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/6152776439903274999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-moment_30.html' title='{this moment}'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S9rIqv0eB-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/eKOpcScwSGo/s72-c/2010_04262010March0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-5928625259759522886</id><published>2010-04-16T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T05:45:51.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{this moment}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.soulemama.com/"&gt;Soulemama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460711402925128754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S8hYFsBG_DI/AAAAAAAAAkI/gllXWpMqw2E/s400/2010_04102010March1366.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soulemama.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;{this moment} - A friday ritual - a single photo - no words . Capturing a photo from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-5928625259759522886?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5928625259759522886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=5928625259759522886' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/5928625259759522886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/5928625259759522886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-moment_16.html' title='{this moment}'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S8hYFsBG_DI/AAAAAAAAAkI/gllXWpMqw2E/s72-c/2010_04102010March1366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-3109438259589730939</id><published>2010-04-14T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T04:00:23.798-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;{Holidays} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to let go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unwind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to be together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a little bit of what we have been up to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459844059611049554" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S8VDPqYkrlI/AAAAAAAAAj4/L5YXh1ZckoY/s400/2010_04102010March1345.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Southbank, Brisbane. Beautiful right on dusk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459842569567834226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S8VB47ilkHI/AAAAAAAAAjw/dsao8iz0Mxk/s400/2010_04102010March1263.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 401px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S8RJITlDNfI/AAAAAAAAAjg/OPhXq0B-C18/s1600/2010_04102010March1289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459569055323338226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S8RJITlDNfI/AAAAAAAAAjg/OPhXq0B-C18/s400/2010_04102010March1289.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging at the park. Fun for young and not so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S8RImcespYI/AAAAAAAAAjY/bzykbDoCYow/s1600/2010_04102010March1376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459568473597060482" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S8RImcespYI/AAAAAAAAAjY/bzykbDoCYow/s400/2010_04102010March1376.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our beautiful gold coast beaches - simply the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S8RGytl30KI/AAAAAAAAAjI/hWS2jiZzX_Q/s1600/2010_04102010March1122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459566485325729954" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S8RGytl30KI/AAAAAAAAAjI/hWS2jiZzX_Q/s400/2010_04102010March1122.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This beautiful bride is Whyatt's old Steiner teacher Skye. She taught, nourished and dedicated 3 years to him and his class and was married last weekend. Both of my boys played the violin as she walked down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S8RGOfponlI/AAAAAAAAAjA/HvPkEyC_auw/s1600/2010_04102010March1028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459565863108124242" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S8RGOfponlI/AAAAAAAAAjA/HvPkEyC_auw/s400/2010_04102010March1028.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After many years of my children making bread - they still find joy in it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings to you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-3109438259589730939?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3109438259589730939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=3109438259589730939' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/3109438259589730939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/3109438259589730939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/04/together.html' title='together'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S8VDPqYkrlI/AAAAAAAAAj4/L5YXh1ZckoY/s72-c/2010_04102010March1345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-1256412312647454438</id><published>2010-04-02T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T06:05:19.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{this moment}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455520599656212130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S7XnFK9VpqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/eAhcsFoFTNA/s400/IMGP5517.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.soulemama.com"&gt;SouleMama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{this moment} - A friday ritual - a single photo - no words. Capturing a photo from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;my little laptop has been broken all week - hence no blogging. This photo taken by a friend, was one I had saved on a disk from a few weeks ago - it still takes my breath away. Hope to have my computer back soon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Easter to you all - stay safe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-1256412312647454438?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1256412312647454438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=1256412312647454438' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1256412312647454438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1256412312647454438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-moment.html' title='{this moment}'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S7XnFK9VpqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/eAhcsFoFTNA/s72-c/IMGP5517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-4228642548315208151</id><published>2010-03-26T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T04:35:44.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{this moment}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.soulemama.com/soulemama/"&gt;SouleMama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S6dhvHCs54I/AAAAAAAAAig/XPxorxGvqEM/s1600-h/IMG_26051.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451433335927400322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S6dhvHCs54I/AAAAAAAAAig/XPxorxGvqEM/s400/IMG_26051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In her words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;{this moment} - A friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-4228642548315208151?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4228642548315208151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=4228642548315208151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/4228642548315208151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/4228642548315208151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-moment.html' title='{this moment}'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S6dhvHCs54I/AAAAAAAAAig/XPxorxGvqEM/s72-c/IMG_26051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-3602964551371240028</id><published>2010-03-21T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:27:55.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>balancing life with creativity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well it's busy in our little home, once again. Things have a way of gaining momentum. I am melancholic by nature and life itself can just seem overwhelming at times. My remedy for balance has always been to do something creative -whether it is working with fleece, writing, or sewing. My new little creative love is stamping and card making! This beautiful soul and friend &lt;a href="http://motherjoiedevivre.blogspot.com/"&gt;Renee&lt;/a&gt; has introduced me to this art... and I am loving it.&lt;br /&gt;My camera has been playing up but when I have it sorted I will share some of my new creations with you. It so nice to have something new and creative to be excited about, something just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this photo I just love! A girl and her teddy bear and boy oh boy does she love this teddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing everyone a fun and creative inspired week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451222531493855618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S6aiArVMAYI/AAAAAAAAAiY/CmbaG_l4hZA/s400/IMGP5512.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-3602964551371240028?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3602964551371240028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=3602964551371240028' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/3602964551371240028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/3602964551371240028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/03/balancing-life-with-creativity.html' title='balancing life with creativity'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S6aiArVMAYI/AAAAAAAAAiY/CmbaG_l4hZA/s72-c/IMGP5512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-6970314449080875930</id><published>2010-02-23T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:48:20.946-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>counting my blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S4Udj7nkz4I/AAAAAAAAAiI/9Fi0zWvDmds/s1600-h/2010_0224Kit0289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441788227883421570" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S4Udj7nkz4I/AAAAAAAAAiI/9Fi0zWvDmds/s400/2010_0224Kit0289.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me and my guy. six years of marriage. celebrating in a little restaurant with red wine and chill out music. i love him so and am grateful for his support. he lets me be me. i love how he totally supports me in my role as a stay at home mama. he is a wonderful daddy and my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-counting my blessings today-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-6970314449080875930?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6970314449080875930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=6970314449080875930' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/6970314449080875930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/6970314449080875930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/02/counting-my-blessings.html' title='counting my blessings'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S4Udj7nkz4I/AAAAAAAAAiI/9Fi0zWvDmds/s72-c/2010_0224Kit0289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-761346221687811010</id><published>2010-02-14T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:49:05.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>my love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S3aGpYv6xJI/AAAAAAAAAiA/1IhpnP2spoc/s1600-h/F1050002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437681645672645778" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S3aGpYv6xJI/AAAAAAAAAiA/1IhpnP2spoc/s400/F1050002.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S3aEbpfZ5hI/AAAAAAAAAhw/GpUgMNRMZD4/s1600-h/F1050006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437679210625361426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S3aEbpfZ5hI/AAAAAAAAAhw/GpUgMNRMZD4/s400/F1050006.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 268px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S3aD5PsLgVI/AAAAAAAAAho/bz5Vly_UEWE/s1600-h/F1050007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437678619584069970" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S3aD5PsLgVI/AAAAAAAAAho/bz5Vly_UEWE/s400/F1050007.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 268px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;(images of our wedding day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;feb - 2004) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today he surprised me with a picnic. in a beautiful place looking over the beach. we wrote our wedding vows here, and were married here too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love this place and this guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-761346221687811010?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/761346221687811010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=761346221687811010' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/761346221687811010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/761346221687811010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-love.html' title='my love'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S3aGpYv6xJI/AAAAAAAAAiA/1IhpnP2spoc/s72-c/F1050002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-3581057129099087888</id><published>2010-02-03T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:03:08.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finding the rhythm</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431391668575133938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S2At8iFv4PI/AAAAAAAAAhY/HiEyWQdtPco/s400/2010_0120Kit0648.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S2As7m-hH1I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/vHG3q3ZMjhk/s1600-h/2010_0120Kit0653.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S2AnoobssHI/AAAAAAAAAhI/2Kxp9X903qU/s1600-h/2010_0120Kit0679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431384729610662002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S2AnoobssHI/AAAAAAAAAhI/2Kxp9X903qU/s400/2010_0120Kit0679.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's been a busy few weeks. Lots of fun, laughs and hours spent with family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It is quiet now with my boys back at school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My family have all returned home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now all that is left is for my little girl and I to find our rhythm again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Above are two of my favourite images of January. This is me and my big sis Kristy. The other, Grace and her sweet cousin Deja.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-3581057129099087888?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3581057129099087888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=3581057129099087888' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/3581057129099087888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/3581057129099087888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/01/finding-rhythm.html' title='finding the rhythm'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S2At8iFv4PI/AAAAAAAAAhY/HiEyWQdtPco/s72-c/2010_0120Kit0648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-1053344705194240925</id><published>2010-01-13T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T05:26:11.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the unfolding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426208695574905362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S03EDzDgwhI/AAAAAAAAAg4/9k3nsRDPRJg/s400/grace-10+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426214062742661602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S03I8NUBaeI/AAAAAAAAAhA/OdV3SlTnnDM/s400/grace-24+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S03DsPA8gsI/AAAAAAAAAgo/6Rfh1l1eGx0/s1600-h/grace-25+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426208290763473602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S03DsPA8gsI/AAAAAAAAAgo/6Rfh1l1eGx0/s400/grace-25+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (thanks to my friend katy- for taking these sweet images of Gracie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have been away from this space,&lt;br /&gt;playing mostly with my little one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and laughing with my boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lots of reading too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now i am pulling myself out the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;it's nearly time for life to return to routines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, i still have 2 weeks left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i am hanging onto them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a visit from dear family is still to come,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some from far up north&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some from overseas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a trip to new zealand to plan&lt;br /&gt;a family reunion to attend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a rich maori heritage to reclaim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and many many more exciting things waiting to unfold for 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-1053344705194240925?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1053344705194240925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=1053344705194240925' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1053344705194240925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1053344705194240925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2010/01/unfolding.html' title='the unfolding'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/S03EDzDgwhI/AAAAAAAAAg4/9k3nsRDPRJg/s72-c/grace-10+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-7944172535342215093</id><published>2009-12-24T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:42:13.988-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>christmas magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SzOCr_RlefI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/JF8H7C6D5Jg/s1600-h/2007_07110039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418818468888017394" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SzOCr_RlefI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/JF8H7C6D5Jg/s400/2007_07110039.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SzOB-NAV15I/AAAAAAAAAgI/3Qm8_18rK6w/s1600-h/2007_07110001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418817682299803538" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SzOB-NAV15I/AAAAAAAAAgI/3Qm8_18rK6w/s400/2007_07110001.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SzOBgtiKXzI/AAAAAAAAAgA/fJmN-zqGC48/s1600-h/2007_07110033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418817175635517234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SzOBgtiKXzI/AAAAAAAAAgA/fJmN-zqGC48/s400/2007_07110033.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418816356506521426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SzOAxCClz1I/AAAAAAAAAf4/DEq1PF4hHQo/s400/2007_07110005.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To have a little one in the family is such a delight. I think what our family is looking forward to the most this Christmas - is the look on Gracie's face when she wakes in the morning. Tonight before I knew it, the boys and Grace had set up Santa's little table with milk and cookies and a carrot for the reindeer's! My sons this year get to experience Christmas from a whole new perspective - through the eyes of a child, their sister. We are all feeling the love and magic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas from my family to yours!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May your day be filled with love, laughter and magic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blessings,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love Donna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-7944172535342215093?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7944172535342215093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=7944172535342215093' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/7944172535342215093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/7944172535342215093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-magic.html' title='christmas magic'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SzOCr_RlefI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/JF8H7C6D5Jg/s72-c/2007_07110039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-4632450485640210796</id><published>2009-12-19T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T04:07:33.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>the ones I love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/Sy2501YcDpI/AAAAAAAAAfw/_nvvgNXPzX0/s1600-h/Kidslayingdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417190244130492050" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/Sy2501YcDpI/AAAAAAAAAfw/_nvvgNXPzX0/s400/Kidslayingdown.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 243px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes it's not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till you stop &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and look &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at a image &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the ones &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you realise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how incredibly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fortunate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and grateful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 3 souls are my children and my greatest teachers and the best part of my world. Yes, life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-4632450485640210796?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4632450485640210796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=4632450485640210796' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/4632450485640210796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/4632450485640210796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/12/ones-i-love.html' title='the ones I love'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/Sy2501YcDpI/AAAAAAAAAfw/_nvvgNXPzX0/s72-c/Kidslayingdown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-6430134850054591985</id><published>2009-12-15T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:44:01.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handmade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>building the christmas spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415422834892115730" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SydyYE5IjxI/AAAAAAAAAfg/v3ljG6t01QM/s400/2007_06300094.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415422274244983026" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/Sydx3cUcOPI/AAAAAAAAAfY/DdrkUL-N1G0/s400/2007_06300096.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415421464582156482" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SydxIUFx8MI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/18yHDUpsa2Y/s400/2007_06300098.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Christmas spirit is slowing starting to build. Lots of hot sticky days and the winding down from a busy school term has kept my mind busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is nothing like jumping in the car and heading to a few favourite Christmas light spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love how so many people get into the spirit of things. Houses draped in thousands of lights and little old men wearing red suits and handing out candy canes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also something special about having a little one in the family. She is so full of wonder and reminds us all of the magic of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415428383969627858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/Syd3bE0TztI/AAAAAAAAAfo/GduIGt6hLgQ/s400/2007_06090088.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every Sunday night our family have been sitting down together - listening as I read a chapter from the book "Advent Sunday Stories". There is a story for each of the Sundays before Christmas. The book covers the mineral, plant, animal and the human realms. I love how this little book gives a imaginary narrative of Mary and Joseph's journey to Bethlehem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is so nice to sit as a family and listen to the true story of Christmas - even my Mr 15 (after a couple of rolls of the eyes) sits and listens intently!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-6430134850054591985?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6430134850054591985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=6430134850054591985' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/6430134850054591985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/6430134850054591985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/12/building-christmas-spirit.html' title='building the christmas spirit'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SydyYE5IjxI/AAAAAAAAAfg/v3ljG6t01QM/s72-c/2007_06300094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-6095824406810114939</id><published>2009-12-02T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:45:11.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>thirteen years ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410226554643619938" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SxT8YwfrIGI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ppM4diiHz7g/s400/19-02-2009+7%3B58%3B48+PM.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 263px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410227191007708658" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SxT89zIshfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/3OsIlho1Bog/s400/19-02-2009+8%3B02%3B29+PM.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408379330750930130" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/Sw5sWLP5XNI/AAAAAAAAAd4/r2TQ_02rXxQ/s400/2008_10220150.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410215127078672850" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SxTx_lf4GdI/AAAAAAAAAeg/VhehEnLrlNs/s400/2007_01140174.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 411px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 301px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thirteen years ago - you were born. With strong and powerful contractions I laboured through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You arrived after 17 hours. A healing and amazing vbac birth. When I looked into your eyes, I saw strength and determination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today you are an incredible person. With so many amazing qualities - too many to list. To write them here would take away from who you are. For you are an amazing person - a son that I adore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Birthday Josh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My world has been blessed with you in it - I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mum xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-6095824406810114939?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6095824406810114939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=6095824406810114939' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/6095824406810114939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/6095824406810114939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/12/thirteen-years-ago.html' title='thirteen years ago'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SxT8YwfrIGI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ppM4diiHz7g/s72-c/19-02-2009+7%3B58%3B48+PM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-4022329038901202980</id><published>2009-11-30T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:38:46.647-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>our carols</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SxOjQV9V-2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/9QQaNvXdFqc/s1600/2007_06150089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409847078569769826" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SxOjQV9V-2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/9QQaNvXdFqc/s400/2007_06150089.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is my boy - and his violin. he was acknowledged, as the longest member of the school orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he played a little solo - "away in a manger". it is one of my favourite christmas carols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was beautiful - his playing and the whole evenings events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone is enjoying this special time of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-4022329038901202980?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4022329038901202980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=4022329038901202980' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/4022329038901202980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/4022329038901202980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-carols.html' title='our carols'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SxOjQV9V-2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/9QQaNvXdFqc/s72-c/2007_06150089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-1130946268865379750</id><published>2009-11-22T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:41:13.724-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steiner'/><title type='text'>to walk a different path</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SwiI88WDcDI/AAAAAAAAAdg/-HocS6ftnRA/s1600/2007_05300067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406721933230436402" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SwiI88WDcDI/AAAAAAAAAdg/-HocS6ftnRA/s400/2007_05300067.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SwiIcgVB42I/AAAAAAAAAdY/whLrAKhQ-fg/s1600/2007_05300076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406721375954133858" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SwiIcgVB42I/AAAAAAAAAdY/whLrAKhQ-fg/s400/2007_05300076.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SwiH5UcfcHI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ubbh4sLyVVU/s1600/2007_05300078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406720771468783730" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SwiH5UcfcHI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ubbh4sLyVVU/s400/2007_05300078.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step by step. Ten years. I have been walking this path. Hundreds of faces I have greeted. Carrying children. Holding children's hands. Walking beside them. This path has been my journey.With little then 2 weeks left of school for Josh - this path is over. The end of a chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look back to the beginning of my journey at Silkwood. We were the first ones. We were the pioneering group. This beautiful school was led by teachers and parents united - we all held so much optimism and enthusiasm. The parents and children took pride in something great. Teachers, parents and children all stood side by side and built this school. From the hay bale walls to each brush of paint to scattering seed which later become beautiful gardens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were all very aware that we were the pioneers of something great. This was a privilege granted to only a few. It was a time when everyone knew each others first and surnames. I loved that. Seasonal festivals were so intimate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The years have past by with many amazing experiences. Memories that my children and I will forever cherish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today 10 years on this little school is not so little anymore. It has changed in many ways but still offers a unique education for those that choose it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be forever grateful that my children had this experience for their education. The friendships that my children and I have made will last a lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;At this point it is the end of my journey at Silkwood. Grace will be homeschooled for her early years and then we will see.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-1130946268865379750?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1130946268865379750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=1130946268865379750' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1130946268865379750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1130946268865379750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-walk-different-path.html' title='to walk a different path'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SwiI88WDcDI/AAAAAAAAAdg/-HocS6ftnRA/s72-c/2007_05300067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-1582117344010877424</id><published>2009-11-12T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T05:09:33.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this time of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403168101081805762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/Svvowr6z88I/AAAAAAAAAc8/-kqndBSn9oE/s400/_PIC0014.JPG" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;.....&lt;/em&gt; and with this spiral comes the end of a seven years cycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's no secret to my family that this time of the year is the busiest time for me. This has been the main reason for my absence in this space. The other reason -- my son Josh is fast approaching the end of his seven year cycle at primary school. I have been busy helping to organise certain things with the graduation..... I have also been processing the end of a cycle for me personally (more of that in the next post).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this blog is only new (one year old) I wanted to reflect back on Whyatt's Year Seven graduation. This boy of mine  graduated at the end of 2007. It was very much a beautiful ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whyatt had 3 teachers through his primary school journey. A creative and musical teacher, Simon for class 1 and 2. A beautiful and sensitive teacher, Skye for class 3, 4 and 5. And a strong and determined teacher, Kalindi for class 6 and 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These special teachers imparted so many gifts on the children and I will be forever grateful, as a parent and a mother that they were a big part of Whyatt's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403147444636918162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SvvV-UqkoZI/AAAAAAAAAcc/whdmaeCA5oI/s400/_PIC0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony was opened by Til - the longest standing teacher at the school. Both Kalindi and Skye sang "May it Be" (Enya) a song off the soundtrack from Lord of the Rings.... &lt;em&gt;it was beautiful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/Svvd6Z-GjaI/AAAAAAAAAc0/aTWbuRgpfVs/s1600-h/_PIC0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403156173434555810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/Svvd6Z-GjaI/AAAAAAAAAc0/aTWbuRgpfVs/s400/_PIC0017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The class of young adults walking into the spiral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SvvbdgQLECI/AAAAAAAAAcs/HOSplbz-BcA/s1600-h/_PIC0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403153477881499682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SvvbdgQLECI/AAAAAAAAAcs/HOSplbz-BcA/s400/_PIC0069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Each child was honoured with a little speech about how the teacher saw them -- their strengths and good qualities. Kalindi also gave them a values to work with -- something that she felt would bring more balance into their lives. Whyatt's was diligence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Whyatt standing , listening and waiting for his brother Josh to hand over his staff. (The staffs were loving made by the teachers - sanded and embellished).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two brothers meeting in the middle - in typical Whyatt and Josh style they both laughed when they came together and shook hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403149812476479154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SvvYIJjhBrI/AAAAAAAAAck/3d6vTtPi50A/s400/_PIC0071.JPG" /&gt;It has been two years since Whyatt left this gentle and nurturing school. He is loving his new school -- with all the children, variety and opportunities. But, he often reminisces about the many memories of Silkwood .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh and he still has his staff standing tall in the corner of his room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-1582117344010877424?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1582117344010877424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=1582117344010877424' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1582117344010877424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1582117344010877424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-time-of-year.html' title='this time of the year'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/Svvowr6z88I/AAAAAAAAAc8/-kqndBSn9oE/s72-c/_PIC0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-373044032571343556</id><published>2009-10-17T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:36:34.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steiner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handmade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>celebrating two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span colour="#000000"&gt;Last week we celebrated . Our littlest one turned two and simplicity was my mantra. The table was prepared the night before with her little gifts, a birthday spiral and a few flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390940368909498322" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/StB3s_4p99I/AAAAAAAAAbs/rr5j-UAUP_M/s400/2007_04250106.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390938291482324898" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/StB10E3a76I/AAAAAAAAAbk/UrDjf8RdaGY/s400/2007_04250112.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393568623321327874" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/StnOFijCqQI/AAAAAAAAAcU/bhmC8M5otYI/s400/2007_04280188.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;Grace's birthday was a lovely day. Our hand made gifts were lovingly received. I have to say - it has bought me great joy watching her play with her new treasures. The many hours of doll making was well worth it and this sweet doll is now named Lulu. Her Daddy spent &lt;em&gt;many many&lt;/em&gt; hours building this minature kitchen - Gracie has already baked a few dozens muffins and many pots of soup for us all (&lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390943697605264274" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/StB6uwPkg5I/AAAAAAAAAb8/Qppv9q6FLDk/s400/2007_04250076.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/StB55EGr4OI/AAAAAAAAAb0/RHg0Hs9z58U/s1600-h/2007_04250130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390942775223771362" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/StB55EGr4OI/AAAAAAAAAb0/RHg0Hs9z58U/s400/2007_04250130.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I made a simple gluten free cake with butter icing and a beetroot coloured heart. Gracie knew exactly who this sugary cake was for and lovely devoured a piece in 2 seconds flat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/StBcdvOQq4I/AAAAAAAAAbc/0UzqKX5Ibgw/s1600-h/2007_04250132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390910419924724610" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/StBcdvOQq4I/AAAAAAAAAbc/0UzqKX5Ibgw/s400/2007_04250132.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday spiral was lit and we all sang happy birthday including Grace herself. Some more sugary goodness was consumed - homemade cookies made by her big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/StBbujrXJoI/AAAAAAAAAbU/oNZ81t9oaIc/s1600-h/2007_04250152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390909609371707010" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/StBbujrXJoI/AAAAAAAAAbU/oNZ81t9oaIc/s400/2007_04250152.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390890508611224850" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/StBKWvzMBRI/AAAAAAAAAbM/aKfjB96SweE/s400/2007_04250144.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390889763920121058" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/StBJrZm_jOI/AAAAAAAAAbE/IZXhsjeNFAw/s400/2007_04250138.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has flown by, I can hardly believe it has been two years since my little girl was born - gently and peacefully in our home. I remember just after she was born, looking straight into her eyes and feeling such awe and knowing for her. She had visited me many times, even before her conception. One visit still sticks in my mind (2 years before I conceived her).*Be patient, I am still here, I am a girl and I will be called Grace*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This little one of mine is a lively character who has a love for teddy bears like no other. She also loves making cups of tea for anyone who pops in for a visit. The sandpit it is a favorite hangout where daily sand pies and other concoctions are created.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our days are filled with her sweet little chattering and I love hearing her speak in sentences. Day nappies have vanished and the little white potty is a constant companion. "I'm a big girl now, I wear nickers", is one of her favourites (so sweet).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The fact that she still sleeps in our bed and has her little breastfeeds a few times a night is special to me. I cherish this connection and no matter how tired I may feel in the morning - I certainly don't tire of her little face looking up at me every morning saying "I'm awake now - porridge with tarnies please".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday sweet girl.&lt;/em&gt; There are no words to express how blessed we feel to have you in our world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-373044032571343556?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/373044032571343556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=373044032571343556' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/373044032571343556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/373044032571343556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/10/celebrating-two.html' title='celebrating two'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/StB3s_4p99I/AAAAAAAAAbs/rr5j-UAUP_M/s72-c/2007_04250106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-1220034424186082754</id><published>2009-10-05T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:37:53.544-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothering'/><title type='text'>happy hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SsgTqU1DIPI/AAAAAAAAAa8/NhKIWBwq-Co/s1600-h/korosun_sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388578572015444210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SsgTqU1DIPI/AAAAAAAAAa8/NhKIWBwq-Co/s400/korosun_sunset.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The thing is our little home is not always peaceful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Between the afternoon hours of 5 to 7 things can get pretty hectic around here. I have been guilty of calling this time"hell hour". There is always a flurry of activity going on.... computers on with boys doing homework, pots boiling on the stove, phone ringing hot (because I refuse to answer it) and nearly always a toddler around my ankles fussing. All these factors contribute to a grumpy mama and that equals a grumpy house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest son had noticed the pattern we had all gotten into. He asked if we could try something new for a while. His suggestion, to only say and do positive things from 5 til 7. He said it would be interesting to see if it made a difference to our stressful afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love when my kids come up with creative ideas. We decided that a name change was a must. Josh came up with the idea "happy hour". I love it all. We are nearly a week into it and boy what a difference it has made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are working like a positive team and if one person relapses the others offer positive reminders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing you a wonderful start to your week and many hours of happiness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-1220034424186082754?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1220034424186082754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=1220034424186082754' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1220034424186082754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1220034424186082754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-hour.html' title='happy hour'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SsgTqU1DIPI/AAAAAAAAAa8/NhKIWBwq-Co/s72-c/korosun_sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-7596585997118733957</id><published>2009-09-26T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:27:19.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>living simply for 365 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385364403666297218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SryoZGqQIYI/AAAAAAAAAas/TnKg1U_FegA/s400/dottipic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i am excited. i am about to take a challenge. the &lt;a href="http://dottieangel.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dottie angel challenge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. for 365 days, i will commit myself to only buy handmade or second hand items for my home and closet. of course there will be a few clauses. i plan to start on the day of my little ones second birthday (8th october), she too will be included in the challege. my 2 teenage boys.... i will be leaving that up to them. perhaps they will particapte in some form of their choice. my hubby... well we will see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this decision for me is also another step towards a simpler life. to tread a little lighter on the earth. to use my creativity on a whole new level. to be mindful about each item that passes through my hands. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone else up for the challenge?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-7596585997118733957?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7596585997118733957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=7596585997118733957' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/7596585997118733957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/7596585997118733957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/09/living-simply-for-365-days.html' title='living simply for 365 days'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SryoZGqQIYI/AAAAAAAAAas/TnKg1U_FegA/s72-c/dottipic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-1403109925427906380</id><published>2009-09-24T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T06:06:37.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a slower pace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385010765166811106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SrtmwolsF-I/AAAAAAAAAaU/z4r-d8V1bl0/s400/2009_05110520.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been doing alot of soul searching. i have been asking the question for so long. how can i slow down. how can i live a simpler life. the last four years for me have been a challenge. health problems and anxiety have been very present in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few weeks ago i made a decision. to give up my fast paced life. what does this mean? it means very little if any outside the home commitments. it means no more playgroups (i use to attend two a week). it means only going to a shopping centre once every few months. it means taking a break from sporting activities with my two older children til next year. it means time to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385011637580945794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SrtnjalbWYI/AAAAAAAAAac/slrpdiU6x6w/s400/2007_04060053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i am gaining from this decision. oh so many things. time and space. to plan and cook nutritious family meals. time to craft and sew toys and clothes. so much more time just for me and my family. less time spent in the car. time to potter about the yard and garden. space to be present and gentle with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to live a slow and gentle life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i am finding the beauty in simplicity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to live with more consciousness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-1403109925427906380?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1403109925427906380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=1403109925427906380' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1403109925427906380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1403109925427906380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/09/slower-pace.html' title='a slower pace'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SrtmwolsF-I/AAAAAAAAAaU/z4r-d8V1bl0/s72-c/2009_05110520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-5032285738503522710</id><published>2009-09-21T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T03:53:28.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the joys of spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;my favourite time of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spring in all it's glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our family has been pottering about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enjoying the renewal and warmth that this season brings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383145419942314498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SrTGPQHuwgI/AAAAAAAAAaE/TF2LuxeerxQ/s400/2007_04060235.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we have celebrated with the spring festival at our steiner school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SrTFjDatCjI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/oKdExbSimxY/s1600-h/2007_04060211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383144660617988658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SrTFjDatCjI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/oKdExbSimxY/s400/2007_04060211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; grace's little playgroup held a simple spring festival&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she loved the songs, drawing and feast that was shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SrTEZtgjIRI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ce6YsWGEDyc/s1600-h/2007_04060161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383143400606474514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SrTEZtgjIRI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ce6YsWGEDyc/s400/2007_04060161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; attending the spring soriee at our lovely school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watching with pride as josh played the violin beautifully and his friend jenna sang "ava maria"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SrTDnneh1nI/AAAAAAAAAZs/IWMAGO8PyOk/s1600-h/2007_04060179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383142539993929330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SrTDnneh1nI/AAAAAAAAAZs/IWMAGO8PyOk/s400/2007_04060179.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoying my boys homemade pizzas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SrTCnvrWGNI/AAAAAAAAAZk/0UTH-lnOb4w/s1600-h/2007_04060078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383141442683541714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SrTCnvrWGNI/AAAAAAAAAZk/0UTH-lnOb4w/s400/2007_04060078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spending time together&lt;br /&gt;homemade food&lt;br /&gt;picnic rugs and sunsets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SrTCDhL7eGI/AAAAAAAAAZc/HuJbXl_wNek/s1600-h/2007_04060112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383140820318386274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SrTCDhL7eGI/AAAAAAAAAZc/HuJbXl_wNek/s400/2007_04060112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;making the most of this time of the year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-5032285738503522710?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5032285738503522710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=5032285738503522710' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/5032285738503522710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/5032285738503522710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/09/joys-of-spring.html' title='the joys of spring'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SrTGPQHuwgI/AAAAAAAAAaE/TF2LuxeerxQ/s72-c/2007_04060235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-1138409467360443300</id><published>2009-09-19T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T04:19:56.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soon to be two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SrS6rvKLeHI/AAAAAAAAAZE/69fh5hvOrPw/s1600-h/2007_04060233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383132715170887794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SrS6rvKLeHI/AAAAAAAAAZE/69fh5hvOrPw/s400/2007_04060233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383128008837467234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SrS2Zys2jGI/AAAAAAAAAY0/tkJSAJzxnkA/s400/2007_04060193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are preparing, creating, hammering and sewing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there is a birthday fast approaching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will soon be two years since a sweet little girl entered our world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the joy involved in making and giving handmade gifts is priceless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-1138409467360443300?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1138409467360443300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=1138409467360443300' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1138409467360443300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1138409467360443300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/09/soon-to-be-two.html' title='soon to be two'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SrS6rvKLeHI/AAAAAAAAAZE/69fh5hvOrPw/s72-c/2007_04060233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-6635585957941127959</id><published>2009-08-31T07:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:32:35.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><title type='text'>welcome spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/Spvhy8pnV2I/AAAAAAAAAYM/TX-jdSWaiGI/s1600-h/2007_02140103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376138845587199842" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/Spvhy8pnV2I/AAAAAAAAAYM/TX-jdSWaiGI/s400/2007_02140103.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvgBM40ikI/AAAAAAAAAYE/gULz2LmsMWI/s1600-h/2007_02140070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376136891440859714" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvgBM40ikI/AAAAAAAAAYE/gULz2LmsMWI/s400/2007_02140070.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we have been waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we are so glad you are here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-6635585957941127959?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6635585957941127959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=6635585957941127959' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/6635585957941127959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/6635585957941127959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-spring.html' title='welcome spring'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/Spvhy8pnV2I/AAAAAAAAAYM/TX-jdSWaiGI/s72-c/2007_02140103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-3678479694731310428</id><published>2009-08-27T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T05:20:58.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpZ5CJRoFjI/AAAAAAAAAXk/6aQnxgQ0VuA/s1600-h/ava.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374616283069814322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpZ5CJRoFjI/AAAAAAAAAXk/6aQnxgQ0VuA/s400/ava.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have been following this &lt;a href="http://www.sheyerosemeyerphotography.com/blog"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; for many months. truly inspiring and heartfelt. many a time i have shed tears reading the beautiful words written in this blog. be warned you will be deeply moved ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-3678479694731310428?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3678479694731310428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=3678479694731310428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/3678479694731310428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/3678479694731310428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-love.html' title='blog love'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpZ5CJRoFjI/AAAAAAAAAXk/6aQnxgQ0VuA/s72-c/ava.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-5264534925014915198</id><published>2009-08-01T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T06:48:01.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>july has been</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;filled with so many special things.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;celebrating my dear friends 40th birthday with a surprise party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364989012355916754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SnRFFPFZI9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/hx3WiBHx4TI/s400/2007_01140277.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;a trip to visit my sister and her new little darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364985684518263058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SnRCDh7EWRI/AAAAAAAAAWs/apU2KY1Ze40/s400/IMG_3951.JPG" /&gt;time spent watching two little cousin play&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364978393939916578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SnQ7bKZvNyI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-FNp2Ae5VYE/s400/IMG_3871.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364977339066324834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SnQ6dwsRl2I/AAAAAAAAAV0/yzaoCz1_gwE/s400/IMG_3865.JPG" /&gt;in one of the most beautiful little steiner inspired playrooms&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364969624037041378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SnQzcr99JOI/AAAAAAAAAVM/WD5noZrA32U/s400/2007_02140016.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364975338383735730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SnQ4pTkX-7I/AAAAAAAAAVs/GJ3yNntw3O4/s400/2007_02140020.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364981375017760194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SnQ-IryFNcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/aK8fYakhHYE/s400/IMG_3935.JPG" /&gt;weekends listening to violin concerts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364984363540685010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SnRA2o5eINI/AAAAAAAAAWk/HhKB9AhyMbQ/s400/2009_04050026.jpg" /&gt;and time spent thinking about my teenage son growing a year older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364982383180485810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SnQ_DXezlLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/KhProUWq7eo/s400/2007_01140325.jpg" /&gt; hoping that july has been special for you too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-5264534925014915198?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5264534925014915198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=5264534925014915198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/5264534925014915198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/5264534925014915198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/08/july-has-been.html' title='july has been'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SnRFFPFZI9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/hx3WiBHx4TI/s72-c/2007_01140277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-8963464537745587366</id><published>2009-07-04T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:31:42.525-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homebirth'/><title type='text'>a surprise homebirth</title><content type='html'>I am due to visit my lovely sister in north queensland in two weeks. The reason for the trip was to be there for the birth of her second child. But it seems that her little baby had other ideas. A wee little baby girl was born a few nights ago. My strong and beautiful sister gave birth to her daughter in the bathroom of her loving home. It is made even more special because nearly two years ago I gave birth to my daughter in the bathroom of my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to the world Lila Jade, you are loved beyond words. Congratulations Kitty, Greg and big sister Deja Rose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354456634451335298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/Sk7Z8J20mII/AAAAAAAAAUs/o4i14OnAXsM/s400/2009_0703Deja0123.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-8963464537745587366?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8963464537745587366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=8963464537745587366' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/8963464537745587366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/8963464537745587366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/07/surprise-homebirth.html' title='a surprise homebirth'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/Sk7Z8J20mII/AAAAAAAAAUs/o4i14OnAXsM/s72-c/2009_0703Deja0123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-5672437181460699165</id><published>2009-06-30T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:25:03.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><title type='text'>buzzy bee love</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353033848250662850" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SknL7GOff8I/AAAAAAAAAUk/BWFUjcWprE8/s400/2007_01100015.jpg" style="display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt; I am loving this brightly coloured buzzy bee. The spinning wings, the quivering antennae and the buzzing sound it makes when it is pulled along. If you were a kiwi kid you may remember this lovely little toy. My sisters and I had one when we were little tots. A gorgeous friend picked this one up at the op shop for her little one, but after hearing about how much I loved it as a child she lovingly gave it to me! I have been enjoying watching Grace walk up and down the hall with this little bee clicking and buzzing behind her. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SknLZQbzIrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ov4cf4c0r2I/s1600-h/2007_01100022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353033266875278002" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SknLZQbzIrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ov4cf4c0r2I/s400/2007_01100022.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-5672437181460699165?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5672437181460699165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=5672437181460699165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/5672437181460699165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/5672437181460699165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/06/buzzy-bee-love.html' title='buzzy bee love'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SknL7GOff8I/AAAAAAAAAUk/BWFUjcWprE8/s72-c/2007_01100015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-1707955295223589630</id><published>2009-06-25T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:26:03.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steiner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><title type='text'>the warmth of the winter festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SkORGLi5iaI/AAAAAAAAAUU/mqdOzP_iFfU/s1600-h/2007_01100120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351280317610690978" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SkORGLi5iaI/AAAAAAAAAUU/mqdOzP_iFfU/s400/2007_01100120.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351272849586583874" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SkOKTe_M-UI/AAAAAAAAAUE/F_ZHF4f1nZQ/s400/2007_01100121.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SkOJt_gHE_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/X4zCmJGeEFU/s1600-h/2007_01100120.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a heart warming winter festival was celebrated tonight. So many beautiful lanterns. The look of wonder on the little class one and two's faces. The big class seven children held their little hands and lead them down the path.The path was lined both sides with parents and lanterns. The children were lead to the spiral. There was silence as we watched the little ones journey their way to the middle of the spiral. Once in the middle, their candles were lit by Mother Earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wonderful fire twirling display was performed by class seven as the african drums echoed in the background. A beautiful farewell speech was made to a beloved and long standing kindy teacher, who also happens to be my friend - &lt;a href="http://mamamoontime.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt;. Thank you Amber, you were so beautiful as Mother Earth this year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is sad to think that this is my middle child Josh's last winter festival. He will be moving on to high school next year with his big brother. Thankfully, we still have little Grace to journey through. So, there will be many more years for our family to experience and celebrate festivals at Silkwood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I counted and this year was our tenth winter festival.... i look forward to the next ten! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351270751115045362" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SkOIZVkmafI/AAAAAAAAAT0/NcWD6AiBxKs/s400/2007_01100116.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-1707955295223589630?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1707955295223589630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=1707955295223589630' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1707955295223589630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1707955295223589630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/06/warmth-of-winter-festival.html' title='the warmth of the winter festival'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SkORGLi5iaI/AAAAAAAAAUU/mqdOzP_iFfU/s72-c/2007_01100120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-5477040081388018792</id><published>2009-06-23T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:30:49.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steiner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><title type='text'>winter surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350489343049912210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SkDBtZsAz5I/AAAAAAAAATE/7ry90CqLQJM/s400/2009_05220125.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt; &lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350498940748736562" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SkDKcD5uqDI/AAAAAAAAATc/KaDEjpYfuZA/s400/2009_05220122.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been away from this space for a while. I always thought that I was a winter person. Rugging up in my warm winter woollies, drinking hot cups of tea while curled up with a good book. But the simple truth is that I find it hard to adjust to the cold and rain (even though I was born in New Zealand and spent my childhood there). I am a doer, I like to get things done and the cold has been slowing me down. It wasn't till I was at the winter solstice, I was reminded that winter is about slowing down. With those simple words I surrendered. I love the change that surrender brings. Maybe it is just the fact that there is no resistance. Everything just flows more easily. The winter blues are gone and I am enjoying my days again. The sun even came to visit today. Gracie and I enjoyed some giggles as she got pushed along on a friends bike that was much too big for her. I must go now and surrender to washing up the dishes! I will be back in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350490023013024738" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SkDCU-v2g-I/AAAAAAAAATM/UdibRxI39zI/s400/2009_05220208.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-5477040081388018792?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5477040081388018792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=5477040081388018792' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/5477040081388018792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/5477040081388018792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/06/surrending-to-winter.html' title='winter surrender'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SkDBtZsAz5I/AAAAAAAAATE/7ry90CqLQJM/s72-c/2009_05220125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-5210841166954663184</id><published>2009-06-03T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T05:05:37.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>going within</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SiZjF1yRrdI/AAAAAAAAAS0/rGTteoL1X4s/s1600-h/2009_05180005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343066959910120914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SiZjF1yRrdI/AAAAAAAAAS0/rGTteoL1X4s/s400/2009_05180005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been taking some time out from the blogging world of late. Family life has been busy and along with this I have had a few old health issues arise. My little one has also been under the weather and has been requiring lots of attention, cuddles and "milkies".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am enjoying the cooler climate and am using this as an excuse to go within more. I have been pottering around the house with slippers and woolens on and with every direction I turn, there is always the sound of a little patter of feet very close behind me. My winter table is coming together and I will post a photo or two very soon. There are still a few more treasures to create.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-5210841166954663184?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5210841166954663184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=5210841166954663184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/5210841166954663184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/5210841166954663184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-within.html' title='going within'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SiZjF1yRrdI/AAAAAAAAAS0/rGTteoL1X4s/s72-c/2009_05180005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-2665282181858039817</id><published>2009-05-11T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:21:30.163-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handmade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>monday can be mother's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SggiqHY8viI/AAAAAAAAASU/es-js9s_jPw/s1600-h/2009_05110530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334551865553894946" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SggiqHY8viI/AAAAAAAAASU/es-js9s_jPw/s320/2009_05110530.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This wonderful passion fruit cake was so lovingly baked for me as a belated Mother's Day treat. My sweet 12 year old son was stressed about not having it baked upon arriving at his Dad's house to pick him up. "It ok", I declared "Monday can be Mothers Day too", - a big grin shot across his face. If there's one thing I have learnt about motherhood it is about being flexible and creative. So, on this lovely Monday afternoon our family sat around the table and all enjoyed a piece of my Mother's Day cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-2665282181858039817?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2665282181858039817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=2665282181858039817' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/2665282181858039817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/2665282181858039817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-can-be-mothers-day.html' title='monday can be mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SggiqHY8viI/AAAAAAAAASU/es-js9s_jPw/s72-c/2009_05110530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-3289254728181744495</id><published>2009-05-08T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:24:13.940-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>my mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SgVsfWOzoSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/sjorw5wRyFI/s1600-h/IMG_4441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333788619489648930" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SgVsfWOzoSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/sjorw5wRyFI/s320/IMG_4441.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 212px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You were born the last child of three. You had a strict upbringing but not a fairy-tale one. You were determined to do the opposite when you had children. To allow us to be free individuals. You always let us choose our own clothes to wear. You let us co-sleep with you until we could not all fit in the bed any longer -Dad worked most nights making this possible. You never complained when we built cubby houses all through the house or when we had your favourite sheets all tied in knots and hanging out the window. When we dug holes as big as swimming pools in the back yard. You were giving - the times when we had foster children staying with us. Taking your friends young son under your wing when his mother died of cancer. A young boy that would end up staying with us on and off for many years. You even wallpapered and gave him his own room. You were the Mum that everyone loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333664225307156946" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SgT7WpykYdI/AAAAAAAAARM/9Bo5oMn1Wl8/s400/IMG111.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 372px;" /&gt; Life was not easy for you with our Dad, you never complained- you were like a single parent raising three very strong willed girls! You were always a hard worker, working in less than desirable jobs to put food on the table. You would often say that you felt like you didn't do enough for us .... but throughout the hard times we always knew you loved us. You never smothered us, you always let us express ourselves. Yes, we all learnt how to stand on our own two feet from an early age. That has made us who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SgT7o8D-nwI/AAAAAAAAARU/YCx3qAO0db0/s1600-h/IMG_222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333664539449663234" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SgT7o8D-nwI/AAAAAAAAARU/YCx3qAO0db0/s400/IMG_222.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 264px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today you have three daughters who are caring, giving, loving and happy individuals - we are the essence of you and you of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you are an incredible women, mother, partner, nan, metaphysical counselor, celebrant, writer, gardener, student of yoga and a loving friend to many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333665434797809778" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SgT8dDfnIHI/AAAAAAAAARs/BgUdmimetJU/s320/IMG_333.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt; Thank you Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am glad I choose you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Mothers Day,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love Bee x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-3289254728181744495?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3289254728181744495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=3289254728181744495' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/3289254728181744495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/3289254728181744495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mother.html' title='my mother'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SgVsfWOzoSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/sjorw5wRyFI/s72-c/IMG_4441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-8920687502930414015</id><published>2009-04-24T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:20:11.628-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handmade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>lots of little things</title><content type='html'>Life has busy around here of late. Three weeks of school holidays will do that! I sat down to write this post and had to really think about what has been happening in my life. Lots of outings with my boys, movies, hot chocolates and kicking around the soccer ball at the park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328238865666387666" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SfG1BKJ5rtI/AAAAAAAAAQU/GucLhLLkvxY/s400/2009_04240181.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;some crafty projects....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328221665403825026" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SfGlX-Lva4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/6nXq_G57QZM/s400/2009_04240199.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt; a little bit of weaving inspired by a book a friend lent me. I found this gorgeous bamboo/cotton blend yarn from spotlight of all places. I will post the completed item up when I decide what it will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328222742126639682" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SfGmWpSdukI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Y7Cu6HfWHPE/s400/2009_04240205.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;felt clips make from hand painted wool felt for the little girl in the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328227025286300050" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SfGqP9TTgZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/EoLel_cgD8M/s400/2009_04240113.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt; and a half completed crown. I remember making the boys a kings crown each when they were in kindy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328235295534609186" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SfGxxWYJ8yI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tj5o3OHAEyE/s400/2009_04240201.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the little one in the family turned 18 months a couple of weeks ago. Even though see is not a little baby anymore, we are all still so much in awe of her. To watch her brothers with her is so special and I won't even mention her Daddy's devotion.... that is a whole other post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328228506104544146" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SfGrmJx4u5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/CRTXhlpRv84/s400/2009_04240122.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;proof that a big brother can still love a wet and tired grumpy little sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328232458800331538" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SfGvMOt_-xI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HFOGGU_Xnkc/s400/2009_04240137.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and stumbling across Whyatt and Grace the other day. Snuggled up in a corner of my bedroom reading one of my favourite golden books . My heart melts when I see beautiful connections like these. So I peep around the corner, quietly snap a photo and left so their reading and sharing time could continue.&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328229906074691506" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SfGs3pEx57I/AAAAAAAAAPs/eL-y4PDcI90/s400/2009_04240155.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it's been a lovely few weeks and the days have been filled with lots of little things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-8920687502930414015?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8920687502930414015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=8920687502930414015' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/8920687502930414015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/8920687502930414015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/04/lots-of-little-things.html' title='lots of little things'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SfG1BKJ5rtI/AAAAAAAAAQU/GucLhLLkvxY/s72-c/2009_04240181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-2675255766044922507</id><published>2009-04-11T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:22:33.637-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>Easter morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323616784869985714" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SeFJQpZ7jbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7NMBUs8MDC0/s400/2009_04120007.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt; Last night I set up a little Easter table for Grace. She was so excited to see the table with the felt bunnies and wrapped books. For decoration I placed 3 little pink chocolate eggs on the table too. I foolishly thought she would not know what they were....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323617850182578066" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SeFKOqAPr5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/gvPDd4xkwtI/s400/2009_04120022.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;This Easter fell on the weekend that the boys go to their Dads house. So of course a trip to visit them was a must. Chocolate eggs were hidden all over the house just waiting to be found. Grace watched with amusement as the boys raced around looking for these secretly placed eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323619182465706242" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SeFLcNJS6QI/AAAAAAAAAOk/5H6c4tdT4vo/s400/2009_04120061.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323622382133265570" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SeFOWc1fRKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/uU94GaooUvM/s400/2009_04120062.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;By the time all the little chocolate delights were found and being consumed, Grace wanted to be part of it all! So after some tug of war, we gave in and let her have some chocolate.&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323624200436334178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SeFQASiuPmI/AAAAAAAAAO8/BVrb9bUJeE0/s400/2009_04120048.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;I hope yours was a lovely Easter too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-2675255766044922507?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2675255766044922507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=2675255766044922507' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/2675255766044922507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/2675255766044922507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-morning.html' title='Easter morning'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SeFJQpZ7jbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7NMBUs8MDC0/s72-c/2009_04120007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-25601416547755501</id><published>2009-04-11T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:23:18.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handmade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>autumn space - take two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323436587043373762" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SeClXwMJwsI/AAAAAAAAAOE/mG0V6LPrarE/s400/2009_04110056.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;My little autumn space was in need of some more treasures. As a result of my additional treasures -the seasonal table now resides in the entry hall. Every time the front door opens a leave or two blows off the tree branch, this is much to the delight of my little giggling toddler.&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323439301406477442" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SeCn1v-vzII/AAAAAAAAAOM/6XHA-QTT59Y/s400/2009_04110058.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-25601416547755501?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/25601416547755501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=25601416547755501' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/25601416547755501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/25601416547755501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/04/autumn-space-take-two.html' title='autumn space - take two'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SeClXwMJwsI/AAAAAAAAAOE/mG0V6LPrarE/s72-c/2009_04110056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-4344065001542414713</id><published>2009-04-11T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T06:58:42.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a full heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323424408356594882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SeCaS3C9JMI/AAAAAAAAANs/40l4cO8gDO0/s400/2009_04110008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323425514052772850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SeCbTOFd4_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/Y2-F6NxXSLo/s400/2009_04110014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Our afternoon was spent on this beautiful bio-dynamic farm. A lovely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; festival was held, along with the opening of a Rudolf Steiner Centre which support&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;individuals with special needs. A speech was made, followed by a piece of music played on the violins by the boys. A story then followed, while we sat and moulded a little treasure out of beeswax. My heart was full with gratitude for being part of such a wonderful ceremony. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323429591654310146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SeCfAkVboQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KUgkeZBASK4/s400/2009_04110021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-4344065001542414713?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4344065001542414713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=4344065001542414713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/4344065001542414713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/4344065001542414713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/04/full-heart.html' title='a full heart'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SeCaS3C9JMI/AAAAAAAAANs/40l4cO8gDO0/s72-c/2009_04110008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-1099169575236480109</id><published>2009-04-05T06:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T06:59:24.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>through the eyes of a child</title><content type='html'>Josh has been learning about photography in class. As part of his photography assignment he has to take photos of someone. In his case, this someone was his little sister. When he showed me I couldn't resist posting them. I love the way he has captured her - it reminds me of how babies are so in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/Sdi6yXX3xuI/AAAAAAAAANU/_dh69YTDL5U/s1600-h/2009_04050056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321208334168606434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/Sdi6yXX3xuI/AAAAAAAAANU/_dh69YTDL5U/s400/2009_04050056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321568163311202946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SdoCDLYxMoI/AAAAAAAAANc/FjjZygyi9-c/s400/2009_04050062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/Sdi42HtkYeI/AAAAAAAAANM/ovVoAON1ZEw/s1600-h/2009_04050081.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321573439281567794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SdoG2R6IGDI/AAAAAAAAANk/XBWbNmaPwmE/s400/2009_04050080.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-1099169575236480109?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1099169575236480109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=1099169575236480109' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1099169575236480109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1099169575236480109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/04/through-eyes-of-child.html' title='through the eyes of a child'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/Sdi6yXX3xuI/AAAAAAAAANU/_dh69YTDL5U/s72-c/2009_04050056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-5494710066997789057</id><published>2009-04-05T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T03:53:47.122-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>beautiful music</title><content type='html'>friday nights for my two boys are spent at youth orchestra rehersals. And every few month they have a performance - what a joy it is to attend a chamber and symphony concert..... all the hours of practice come together to make the most beautiful music one could wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SdiivwXN11I/AAAAAAAAAMk/cd07i143wzY/s1600-h/2009_04050027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321181901058070354" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SdiivwXN11I/AAAAAAAAAMk/cd07i143wzY/s400/2009_04050027.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321185268039000130" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SdilzvWBoEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/yYlpZTv4acI/s400/2009_04050003.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt; It has been many years now that the boys have been playing. Below are some photos taken of my lads a few years ago - it was very moving, watching them perform at our Steiner Schools Autumn festival. &lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321195461707629106" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SdivFFuBAjI/AAAAAAAAANE/WTrVXe8X3iQ/s400/boy2.jpeg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321193596136412130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SditYf7LU-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/Sk5qHA4e0ss/s400/boys06.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think what I love the most - is the joy that the boys get from playing such a beautiful instrument.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;xx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you Whyatt and Josh for bringing such beautiful music into my world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-5494710066997789057?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5494710066997789057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=5494710066997789057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/5494710066997789057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/5494710066997789057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-music.html' title='beautiful music'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SdiivwXN11I/AAAAAAAAAMk/cd07i143wzY/s72-c/2009_04050027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-1740872184587579972</id><published>2009-03-30T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:16:35.314-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handmade'/><title type='text'>our little autumn space</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SdC0JB1BE8I/AAAAAAAAAME/zgKzN9tMQ-E/s1600-h/2009_03290087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318949227127182274" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SdC0JB1BE8I/AAAAAAAAAME/zgKzN9tMQ-E/s400/2009_03290087.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; having a young child in the home again has inspired me to set up the seasonal table. Well, in this case it is a little space on our bookshelf. It is a nice way to bring nature into the home - it only has to be simple like collecting a few leaves from your yard. I did have some fun creating these little pumpkins and gnomes. The timber mushroom was a gift to Grace from her brothers, brought all the way back from the black forest in Europe. I wonder what other little treasures will be added to the seasonal table in the following weeks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-1740872184587579972?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1740872184587579972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=1740872184587579972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1740872184587579972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1740872184587579972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-little-autumn-space.html' title='our little autumn space'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SdC0JB1BE8I/AAAAAAAAAME/zgKzN9tMQ-E/s72-c/2009_03290087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-819329336240772273</id><published>2009-03-23T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:17:26.258-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handmade'/><title type='text'>a bag of her own</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SchesirJ2_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/i8dJai1Of3M/s1600-h/2009_03220026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316603479425932274" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SchesirJ2_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/i8dJai1Of3M/s400/2009_03220026.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My hands have been busy making my little one a new handbag, and what a hit it has been. Her days have been spent collecting all types of things to put it. It's such a nice feeling to watch her play with something that I have created. My mind is already buzzing with ideas for the next project.&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316613010294937666" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SchnXT7ZmEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CjYwFrQRl1Q/s400/2009_03220030.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-819329336240772273?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/819329336240772273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=819329336240772273' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/819329336240772273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/819329336240772273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/03/bag-of-her-own.html' title='a bag of her own'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SchesirJ2_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/i8dJai1Of3M/s72-c/2009_03220026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-6293562543768843583</id><published>2009-03-07T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:18:12.892-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steiner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothering'/><title type='text'>sometimes it hard....</title><content type='html'>the constant day to day demands of 3 busy children, meals to be made, clothes to be washed. I sometimes find myself lost in it all. It is hard to keep the spiritual perspective of parenting in my mind when I get lost in all things that need to be done ..... so just when I needed it, I came across one of my favorite verses which I read and automatically felt better. It reminds me that my job as a mother is truly the most important and precious thing I can ever do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Into my will&lt;br /&gt;Let there pour strength,&lt;br /&gt;Into my feeling&lt;br /&gt;Let there flow warmth,&lt;br /&gt;Into my thinking&lt;br /&gt;Let there shine light,&lt;br /&gt;That I may nurture this child&lt;br /&gt;With enlightened purpose,&lt;br /&gt;Caring with heart's love&lt;br /&gt;And bringing wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Into all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudolf Steiner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310404312877124610" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SbJYljq-TAI/AAAAAAAAALs/wWHWow9w-cw/s400/2009_03070014.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humancalendar.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-6293562543768843583?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6293562543768843583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=6293562543768843583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/6293562543768843583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/6293562543768843583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-it-hard.html' title='sometimes it hard....'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SbJYljq-TAI/AAAAAAAAALs/wWHWow9w-cw/s72-c/2009_03070014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-1058489547720012949</id><published>2009-02-23T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:02:24.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>it's five years today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305968814031044450" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SaKWhi2e_2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Yc9r9AQOdks/s400/IM000284.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 302px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;since our wedding day, a wonderful, special, emotional and very rainy day! my..... how five years has flown. How grateful I am to have a wonderful man who I not only call my husband but also my best friend....happy anniversary - my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306238783111655570" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SaOMD0DFcJI/AAAAAAAAALU/dyImDuuOySw/s400/F1010015.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306237666489248626" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SaOLC0Tjq3I/AAAAAAAAALM/86K2pj1Ht9g/s400/F1020017.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306240014358258098" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SaONLezJobI/AAAAAAAAALk/UJjqld_zyts/s400/F1020036.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-1058489547720012949?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1058489547720012949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=1058489547720012949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1058489547720012949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1058489547720012949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-five-years-today.html' title='it&apos;s five years today...'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SaKWhi2e_2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Yc9r9AQOdks/s72-c/IM000284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-5247933005183703248</id><published>2009-02-18T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T04:17:17.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>remembering</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;our little one, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;6 days old&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;first bath&lt;br /&gt;first smile&lt;br /&gt;first day with her little cord detached&lt;br /&gt;first day with a name......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grace Lahni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304108074201079634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SZv6MO0JX1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/u68LDKvgfqg/s400/2007_10270125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;priceless memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-5247933005183703248?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5247933005183703248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=5247933005183703248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/5247933005183703248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/5247933005183703248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/02/remembering.html' title='remembering'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SZv6MO0JX1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/u68LDKvgfqg/s72-c/2007_10270125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-3973336815126281870</id><published>2009-02-03T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:03:02.452-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steiner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><title type='text'>playgroup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.silkwoodsteiner.qld.edu.au/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298797361251685122" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SYkcIDYvEwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/FvfGq2aHtsM/s400/2009_02040131.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our little girl has just started playgroup at the &lt;a href="http://www.silkwoodsteiner.qld.edu.au/"&gt;steiner school &lt;/a&gt;- two beautiful hours, a gentle rhythm, songs, breadmaking, inside play and outside play with lovely natural toys. Gracie seems to be loving it and so is her mummy - a little bit of time just for us.&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298795409088438866" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SYkaWbAv4lI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4-Oxxbx3nLM/s400/2009_02040141.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-3973336815126281870?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3973336815126281870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=3973336815126281870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/3973336815126281870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/3973336815126281870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/02/playgroup.html' title='playgroup'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SYkcIDYvEwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/FvfGq2aHtsM/s72-c/2009_02040131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-8504201530806898829</id><published>2009-01-29T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:01:35.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SYkGiIWPsqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/uRQDoCwNjxA/s1600-h/photoofkids09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298773620004205218" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SYkGiIWPsqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/uRQDoCwNjxA/s400/photoofkids09.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh that's right ..... having 3 children back at home makes for very busy days. That is one of the reasons for my long overdue post! Well, the boys had a wonderful time in europe and my days have been filled with hearing about their adventures... we are already back into the swing of routines as of last week (when school returned). I am trying not to think about our busy year ahead with violin, soccer, martial arts and orchestra and did I mention a very curious toddler. Ah, I will just keep reminding myself to breath and stay present. I do hope to find some kind of rhythm soon ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-8504201530806898829?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8504201530806898829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=8504201530806898829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/8504201530806898829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/8504201530806898829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy.html' title='busy'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SYkGiIWPsqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/uRQDoCwNjxA/s72-c/photoofkids09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-9110685953943841617</id><published>2009-01-11T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:00:57.136-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>waiting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SWnmoJ486bI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uYcNvaRiNhQ/s1600-h/2008_12300053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290012814847306162" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SWnmoJ486bI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uYcNvaRiNhQ/s400/2008_12300053.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's only 8 more sleeps till my boys return home... I can't help but feel a little empty without them . There is something comforting about having all your family together and safe under one roof. Oh, only 8 more sleeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-9110685953943841617?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/9110685953943841617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=9110685953943841617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/9110685953943841617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/9110685953943841617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2009/01/waiting.html' title='waiting....'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SWnmoJ486bI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uYcNvaRiNhQ/s72-c/2008_12300053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-2848863476199601348</id><published>2008-12-26T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:55:07.427-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>Christmas gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SVSmXCPPf9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/eDq51Z7EmHE/s1600-h/2008_12240321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284031177480437714" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SVSmXCPPf9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/eDq51Z7EmHE/s400/2008_12240321.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy memories were created yesterday - a hot and sunny north queensland day, two cheeky little toddlers running around, a mummy who missed and thought about her two sons in europe but still manage to have a joyful day....... and a wonderful family who can sit around a table and eat, laugh and play boardgames and genuinely say we enjoy each others company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284039853116011858" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SVSuQBf8tVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/qvXMK_vXj1k/s400/2008_12230258.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284047362529557538" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SVS1FIPp_CI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Xoo4sDi1aeE/s400/2008_12250020.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is full with gratitude,&lt;br /&gt;Bee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-2848863476199601348?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2848863476199601348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=2848863476199601348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/2848863476199601348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/2848863476199601348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-gratitude.html' title='Christmas gratitude'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SVSmXCPPf9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/eDq51Z7EmHE/s72-c/2008_12240321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-4255629190733235087</id><published>2008-12-24T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:43:08.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>Christmas wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SVIRzIGWozI/AAAAAAAAAJU/L5T6Xlgp-QA/s1600-h/2008_12150222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283304882904146738" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SVIRzIGWozI/AAAAAAAAAJU/L5T6Xlgp-QA/s400/2008_12150222.jpg" style="display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we near the end 2008 I would like to send many warm blessings and wishes to my dear friends and family in whatever part of the world that you may be in. I look forward to a new year filled with lots of love, fun and spiritual growth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much love and blessings to you and your family as you celebrate this wonderful time of the year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bee x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-4255629190733235087?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4255629190733235087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=4255629190733235087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/4255629190733235087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/4255629190733235087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-wishes.html' title='Christmas wishes'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SVIRzIGWozI/AAAAAAAAAJU/L5T6Xlgp-QA/s72-c/2008_12150222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-356375961446651439</id><published>2008-12-16T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:56:53.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handmade'/><title type='text'>little bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SUeHSSmk6CI/AAAAAAAAAJM/I6142u8GWQQ/s1600-h/2008_12150213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280337836416231458" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SUeHSSmk6CI/AAAAAAAAAJM/I6142u8GWQQ/s400/2008_12150213.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems that my little girl has an obsession with birds...... so she was the inspiration for this little bird that I created for the tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-356375961446651439?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/356375961446651439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=356375961446651439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/356375961446651439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/356375961446651439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-bird.html' title='little bird'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SUeHSSmk6CI/AAAAAAAAAJM/I6142u8GWQQ/s72-c/2008_12150213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-8622524399877794972</id><published>2008-12-08T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:59:55.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>Beach therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/STz9ahDiAQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/06SD4aoQnm4/s1600-h/2008_12080186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277371495362986242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/STz9ahDiAQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/06SD4aoQnm4/s400/2008_12080186.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A lovely afternoon was spent down at burleigh beach. The afternoons are the time in the day when I miss the boys the most so a bit of beach therapy was a wonderful way to spend the afternoon!&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277373003596225186" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/STz-yTqW2qI/AAAAAAAAAI8/5SMekuf3sAI/s400/2008_12080195.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Grace's first real beach experience and she seemed to love the whole thing - something tells me that we will be making regular trips to the beach this summer.&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277375273046271266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/ST0A2aBaZSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/fZFcImlA4gk/s400/2008_12080171.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-8622524399877794972?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8622524399877794972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=8622524399877794972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/8622524399877794972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/8622524399877794972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2008/12/beach-therapy.html' title='Beach therapy'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/STz9ahDiAQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/06SD4aoQnm4/s72-c/2008_12080186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-8879303685139258675</id><published>2008-12-06T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:58:57.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>Christmas spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/STsvqhB99eI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Duyh4JWsyTI/s1600-h/2008_12060079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276863795862304226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/STsvqhB99eI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Duyh4JWsyTI/s400/2008_12060079.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before the boys left we all spent an evening decorating our tree - such a wonderful tradition and I am so glad the boys got to do this before they left. It makes me feel like they are a part of my Christmas even if they are a million miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a long time since I have created anything - so I thought I would do some Christmas Crafting (not sure what that will be yet) but have alot more time on my hands - so no excuses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be sure to post some pictures of it when I have completed one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bee x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-8879303685139258675?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8879303685139258675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=8879303685139258675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/8879303685139258675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/8879303685139258675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-spirit.html' title='Christmas spirit'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/STsvqhB99eI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Duyh4JWsyTI/s72-c/2008_12060079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-8718747230524726633</id><published>2008-12-06T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:58:01.966-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/STsnd9dexII/AAAAAAAAAH8/qacbUQAuWl8/s1600-h/2008_12060137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276854784062571650" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/STsnd9dexII/AAAAAAAAAH8/qacbUQAuWl8/s400/2008_12060137.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276856460142291266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/STso_hWBqUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/I-nv-8Vpt58/s400/2008_12060143.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;Little Grace has been walking for about a month now and it is just amazng to watch the joy and excitment she expresses with her new found freedom. It is funny how much older they seem when they are upright! I have noticed that Grace is already missing her two big brothers - she has been walking up to their bedrooms and knocking on their doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our home is very, very quiet at the moment.... no violin playing, no soccerballs being kicked and no sound of splashes or bomb diving in the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am doing my best to adjust to the silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bee x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-8718747230524726633?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8718747230524726633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=8718747230524726633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/8718747230524726633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/8718747230524726633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2008/12/growing-up_06.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/STsnd9dexII/AAAAAAAAAH8/qacbUQAuWl8/s72-c/2008_12060137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-3717507411383746572</id><published>2008-10-28T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:53:58.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steiner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homebirth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>First Birthday</title><content type='html'>We had such a wonderful day celebrating Grace’s first birthday. I prepared the birthday table the night before, I had fresh flowers on the table and placed the little crown that I had made next to the celebration spiral. The little dolls cradle that her Daddy made was wrapped and ready for her to open. Surrounded by her loving family we celebrated her first year together. Gracie watched intently as her family members offered their wish for her and placed their wooden figure in the celebration spiral.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262179872803806370" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SQcEts6uXKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nFwQ6R0fgxE/s400/2008_10220192.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;It is funny looking at her as a one-year-old. She pulls herself up on furniture and loves to walk around it. She is a happy little girl with a glint of cheekiness in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262195992543939058" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SQcTX_oQyfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6oIEAGZfmZo/s400/2008_10220203.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;I enjoyed her day, it was also an opportunity to reflect on and remember the past year and turn my thoughts back on the story of her birth - my, what a journey it has been!&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262200020646776162" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SQcXCde0TWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/nC6tHTBACpg/s400/2007_10080099.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our little girl - just 2 hours old&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With gratitude, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bee x &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-3717507411383746572?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3717507411383746572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=3717507411383746572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/3717507411383746572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/3717507411383746572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-birthday.html' title='First Birthday'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SQcEts6uXKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nFwQ6R0fgxE/s72-c/2008_10220192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-1927434240530083600</id><published>2008-10-22T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:35:33.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naming Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; A few days ago we celebrated Grace’s Naming Day. We welcomed her to the world with a very small and intimate ceremony. Her two big brothers opened the ceremony with a short piece on the violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260353009991174258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SQCHMSmuSHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aFKZI_5r3SM/s400/larger1x2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; David and I have chosen not to have god parents for Grace. We have chosen a very small circle of women as guardians – women in our lives who we love, each with their own special and unique qualities. They have not been chosen to watch over her but to know that their energies are like precious threads that will be woven into the beautiful tapestry of Grace’s life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SP8QVuJ2CvI/AAAAAAAAADc/6JnUqrTJTWY/s1600-h/IMGP0630.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260353486927994514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SQCHoDVUnpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oA2u1wGYYCY/s400/larger2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Each person present offered a blessing and a crystal. We were blessed to have my Mum, Grace's Nan to perform the ceremony. It was very moving....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260353950617689570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SQCIDCtj3eI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lfzS6bwlymI/s400/larger3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; As we stood on the back veranda and were part of the ceremony I reflected upon how important ritual is in our lives. How special it is for love ones to unite and to celebrate. Today we welcomed Grace into our lives, acknowledging what a blessing it is having her join our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260354386546282658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SQCIcarCUKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AJ94XQyr1eo/s400/larger9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Grace, may the blessings you received resonate deep within you and may you always follow your truth".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will leave you with some of my favourite images of the day ..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260354825012340242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SQCI18FfZhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/qxOQz06NWVo/s400/larger6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Josh with his little cousin Deja Rose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260355251817352290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SQCJOyDvDGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3YjCV6m2rUI/s400/larger4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Grace - you and your Nan share a special knowing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260355699931942466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SQCJo3alDkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Px3SRKbfL0o/s400/larger7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;My sister Kristy with her lovely daughter Deja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260356190889463282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SQCKFcX-TfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RzjTKBynA7A/s400/larger8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love watching your cousin shower you with love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Til next time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bee x &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-1927434240530083600?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1927434240530083600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=1927434240530083600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1927434240530083600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/1927434240530083600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2008/10/naming-day.html' title='Naming Day'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SQCHMSmuSHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aFKZI_5r3SM/s72-c/larger1x2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312004326314788716.post-8840974229995261144</id><published>2008-09-27T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:52:16.306-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothering'/><title type='text'>A Day in the Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is my first blog. I started this blog because I felt like my life was just passing me by. The moment I decided that I was going to start blogging I knew that my life would change in many ways. I know that I will appreciate the small things that would have gone unnoticed. My baby girls funny giggle, my sons frequent violin playing while I'm on the phone, my dining room table overflowing with unfinished craft projects. Taking time to write them down has already brought me so much joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SN4UVhTMXyI/AAAAAAAAABU/II2GNEVZq4A/s1600-h/IMGP0504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250656575509258018" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SN4UVhTMXyI/AAAAAAAAABU/II2GNEVZq4A/s320/IMGP0504.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my first photo post and I felt inspired to post these beautiful photo's of my blue eyed girl -Grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250652827306114962" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SN4Q7WJ7P5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/8L49SklOKlg/s320/IMGP0507.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gracie was happy to sit and enjoy the sunshine as the camera clicked away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250652832906755618" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SN4Q7rBOPiI/AAAAAAAAABM/PgJUB565394/s320/IMGP0477.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look forward to creating my next post,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bee x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312004326314788716-8840974229995261144?l=thestoryofbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8840974229995261144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312004326314788716&amp;postID=8840974229995261144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/8840974229995261144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312004326314788716/posts/default/8840974229995261144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofbee.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-in-garden.html' title='A Day in the Garden'/><author><name>Donna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375331500623146761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SpvmAgkN-RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xXQYn4YzBrs/S220/2007_10270153.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhJ9ukqYcrw/SN4UVhTMXyI/AAAAAAAAABU/II2GNEVZq4A/s72-c/IMGP0504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
