<?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-3082580501640916503</id><updated>2012-01-28T09:37:21.537-08:00</updated><category term='State Fair'/><category term='help needed'/><category term='Fitness'/><category term='thrifting'/><category term='trips'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='organization'/><category term='favorite posts'/><category term='homeschool'/><category term='What to Read'/><category term='controversy'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='my dad'/><category term='hospitality'/><category term='special needs'/><category term='That other woman'/><category term='writings by Lydia'/><category term='spina bifida'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='historical treasures'/><category term='Kids in the kitchen'/><category term='Food and Recipes'/><category term='Crafts and homemade gifts'/><category term='Easy decorating'/><category term='No Poo Method'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='adoption'/><title type='text'>The Mommy Pages</title><subtitle type='html'>Join me as I blog about what motherhood looks like for me, and how I strive daily to count it all joy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>520</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-1713121966837176710</id><published>2012-01-25T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T13:27:09.945-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><title type='text'>Baby Steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So...how many of my blog readers made a New Year's resolution that has something to do with fitness and/or health? I know one friend is training for a 1/2 marathon, a couple of gal pals of mine are doing the "Couch to 5K" program, several friends have stated that they are trying to eat healthier. In fact, &lt;i&gt;most&lt;/i&gt; of my friends are choosing to get fit and healthy in 2012.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being healthy is a real battle in this country, at least in my opinion. We have fast food restaurants on every corner, electronic entertainment and communication that means we never have to leave the house, lives that are busier than ever. Speaking as a homeschooling momma of 5, as a mother of two medically fragile children who require extra care, as a woman who loves to cook and bake and eat it all...let me tell you, I know all about excuses. I know how much easier it is to make something less than healthy for dinner because I'm tired, I know how much fun it is to sit and play on the computer when I really should be exercising, I know I'd rather be eating that bag of cookies or chips after a super stressful day at the hospital with my girls. I know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e947t14n114/TyA726h5FYI/AAAAAAAAEzg/sMbNddr4LD4/s1600/633387417131358_hmcrq9LE_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e947t14n114/TyA726h5FYI/AAAAAAAAEzg/sMbNddr4LD4/s320/633387417131358_hmcrq9LE_c.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet, I am changing. It takes baby steps. In November of 2011, I wore a size 14 and was fast moving into a size 16. Today, I am a small size 12, large size 10 and not nearly so jiggly. I have muscles for the first time in my life. I am stronger than I have ever been.&amp;nbsp; In 1 1/2 months I have gone down nearly two sizes. I still need to be healthier but I am so thrilled to see results and it encourages me to keep going. Like I said, it takes baby steps. Everyone will need to decide on their own journey to a healthy lifestyle but I wanted to share my baby steps in the hope that it would encourage others.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1. You absolutely must get motivated to exercise. Join a gym with a friend. Have a spouse or someone else hold you accountable. Talk with your accountability partner at least once a week. I joined a gym the week after Thanksgiving with a friend. Since then, several other friends have joined up and I've made new friends who were already members. I am assured of seeing a friendly face every time I go and this encourages me to get up and out the door. I am in the gym anywhere from 6 to 10 hours a week. After one month of this schedule it became a habit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IvIb2RMQ5jQ/TyA78fU9FmI/AAAAAAAAE0A/UieoxRea3oo/s1600/112027109450456369_S6vyTNnu_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IvIb2RMQ5jQ/TyA78fU9FmI/AAAAAAAAE0A/UieoxRea3oo/s320/112027109450456369_S6vyTNnu_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dance, I kickbox, I take boot camp and step classes. I lift weights, I walk on the elliptical, I spin. I try to do 2 hours every time I go. It's money well spent. I'm open to trying new classes and new equipment. If you aren't willing to try anything new or you are too scared of looking foolish, then joining a gym won't be much fun for you. I'm sure I look like a fool but I'm a happy fool and people like me for it:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_gb8WRvFBIc/TyA74UolwpI/AAAAAAAAEzo/4Aqqp7OVAOs/s1600/300px-Gerard_van_Honthorst_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. My second change, once the gym became habit, was to change my drinking habits. No more diet sodas except on the rare occasion when I want something sweet but don't want the calories. No more than one a week. No more 6-8 cups of coffee a day are allowed. I'm down to one caffeinated coffee a day and one decaf in the evening. I drink water ALL the time. Funny but sad story: When I first joined the gym, I didn't sweat at all but would still get dizzy when working out. It wasn't unusual for me, I've never been one to really sweat even when working really hard at something. Now that I am drinking tons of water, I sweat A LOT in the gym. Guess why? I WAS DEHYDRATED BEFORE!!! Friends, please make sure you are drinking your water, you do not want to be dehydrated. I have never been a fan of water but now I have acquired a taste for it. And it has so many benefits! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_gb8WRvFBIc/TyA74UolwpI/AAAAAAAAEzo/4Aqqp7OVAOs/s1600/300px-Gerard_van_Honthorst_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_gb8WRvFBIc/TyA74UolwpI/AAAAAAAAEzo/4Aqqp7OVAOs/s320/300px-Gerard_van_Honthorst_001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Now that I've formed the habits of exercising and drinking right, time to start on correcting my eating. This is going to be a long battle. I cook and I eat clean most of them time, BUT my portion control is out of control. I also have never been a morning eater. I usually eat from 10am to about 11pm. Terrible! So, my first baby step in the eating arena was to start my day off with a healthy breakfast. Everything I have read says that multiple small meals a day is best, starting right when I wake up. When I get up, I make a green smoothie (recipe and photos to come later) OR I have a piece of toasted Ezekiel bread with pink grapefruit on the side. I will occasionally have a cup of green tea with it also. I feel so much more energized when I do this! It is *almost* a habit, in another week I will start working on healthy snacks and portion control- although I'm doing that some already. Some other eating related baby step I have taken is to eat a lot more fruit and to cook differently for the family. More on that to come at a later date. Rich is down nearly 30 pounds from August and the kids seem to be more energetic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oV0F09G72DQ/TyA75QMVFoI/AAAAAAAAEzw/p032LH10I-k/s1600/377565_201730149911328_135617236522620_437895_325594959_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oV0F09G72DQ/TyA75QMVFoI/AAAAAAAAEzw/p032LH10I-k/s1600/377565_201730149911328_135617236522620_437895_325594959_n.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know I have a few friends who are trying to do everything possible to be healthy and aren't seeing results. Don't get discouraged! I read somewhere that it takes 4 weeks for you to see changes in yourself, 8 weeks for your closest friends and family to see it, and 12 weeks for everyone else to notice. If you get to 12 weeks and nothing has changed, then you obviously need to rethink your plan because you aren't doing something right. When you make healthy changes, you &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; see results, but you have to be willing to change...usually in multiple areas of your life.&amp;nbsp;&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pLtf2hWPt4c/TyA77QI0m6I/AAAAAAAAEz4/JpFUmZyrp7I/s1600/57280226480305290_7la8F7jS_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pLtf2hWPt4c/TyA77QI0m6I/AAAAAAAAEz4/JpFUmZyrp7I/s320/57280226480305290_7la8F7jS_b.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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2012. Forever to be known to me as the year I got healthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bring it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-1713121966837176710?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/1713121966837176710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=1713121966837176710&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/1713121966837176710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/1713121966837176710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-steps.html' title='Baby Steps'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e947t14n114/TyA726h5FYI/AAAAAAAAEzg/sMbNddr4LD4/s72-c/633387417131358_hmcrq9LE_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-4525871744793774048</id><published>2012-01-19T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T13:26:56.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spina bifida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Welcome to Holland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy 5th Birthday to my 5th child! I can't believe how time has flown since we first laid eyes on Mira in August of 2009.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s0aMmyP_c88/TxhcmQmP0jI/AAAAAAAAEzY/zH9VzgwOn04/s1600/Adoption+074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s0aMmyP_c88/TxhcmQmP0jI/AAAAAAAAEzY/zH9VzgwOn04/s320/Adoption+074.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Welcome To Holland&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;Emily Perl Kingsley&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(with a few changes made by me to fit our circumstances)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am often asked to describe the experience of &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;adopting and&lt;/span&gt; raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience tounderstand it, to imagine how it would feel.&amp;nbsp; It's like this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're going to &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;adopt&lt;/span&gt; a child, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip -to Italy.&amp;nbsp; You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans.The Coliseum.&amp;nbsp; The Michelangelo David.&amp;nbsp; The gondolas in Venice.&amp;nbsp;You may learn some handy phrases in Italian.&amp;nbsp; It's all very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives.&amp;nbsp; You pack yourbags and off you go.&amp;nbsp; Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardesscomes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up forItaly!&amp;nbsp; I'm supposed to be in Italy.&amp;nbsp; All my life I've dreamed ofgoing to Italy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's been a change in the flight plan.&amp;nbsp; They've landed in Hollandand there you must stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting,filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease.&amp;nbsp; It's just adifferent place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole newlanguage.&amp;nbsp; And you will meet a whole new group of people you would neverhave met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a different place.&amp;nbsp; It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashythan Italy.&amp;nbsp; But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath,you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....andHolland has tulips.&amp;nbsp; Holland even has Rembrandts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're allbragging about what a wonderful time they had there.&amp;nbsp; And for the rest ofyour life, you &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That'swhat I had planned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the pain of that &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;may&lt;/span&gt; never go away... because theloss of that dream is a very significant loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy,you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ...about Holland.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Thank you God, for taking me to Holland instead of to Italy. Thank you for knowing that Holland would be a far better place for me than Italy would ever be. In your wisdom you knew that I need Holland in order to become a different woman, you knew that Italy would only stunt my growth. There are times that I think about what it must be like for those that get to experience the olive groves and the grape vines of Italy, but I get to experience wooden clogs, and windmills, and tulips in a hundred different colors! Thank you for bringing me to Holland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Happy birthday to my Mira! You are 5 years old this week! I look forward to &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; future and seeing the person you will grow up to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-4525871744793774048?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/4525871744793774048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=4525871744793774048&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/4525871744793774048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/4525871744793774048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2012/01/welcome-to-holland.html' title='Welcome to Holland'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s0aMmyP_c88/TxhcmQmP0jI/AAAAAAAAEzY/zH9VzgwOn04/s72-c/Adoption+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-5119996338231695167</id><published>2011-12-31T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T12:21:38.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>1. In 2012, I want to be in the best shape of my life. I want to run and dance and enjoy living! I want to run in several races (5Ks) with my girlfriends....and maybe my hubby, if I can talk him into it:) I'm already down nearly 20 pounds from this past summer and am enjoying dancing most evenings at my local gym. I also &lt;i&gt;adore&lt;/i&gt; cardio kickboxing.&amp;nbsp; I am determined to continue clean eating, as I have been doing for over a year now. Finally, &lt;i&gt;finally....&lt;/i&gt;I am no longer struggling with insomnia or RLS. I am no longer suffering from the effects of my bout with mono nearly a year ago. I am stronger than I have been in 15 years and I am excited to see what a new, healthy me can do in 2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In 2012, I want our family to really experience life. Last year, I set a goal to live intentionally and we did that really well, I think. Thinking so much about everything was good for me, because I was really able to see where our relationships, finances, and lives in general could use help. But.....and that's a really big &lt;i&gt;BUT&lt;/i&gt;....we failed to be spontaneous at all. This year, I want to learn to be more spontaneous, to learn what it means to grab a moment by the horns and run with it, even if my dishes are dirty and the laundry needs folding. I want to look for the unexpected in the ordinary moments of my days. I want to take my kids on a road trip and stop every time we want to and not worry about getting to the destination. I want to love living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I want to start a prayer photo book for our family. I've saved all the Christmas cards we received with photos. I want to get around to all our church family, our friends and relatives and snap photos of everyone. I then want to put all the photos in a photo binder, including the prayer cards of missionaries we support. Everyday, we will pray for a family in our book. We will devote that day to praying specifically for the needs in that family. We will still pray through our church prayer list every day, and of course pray and praise as we usually do in our quiet time, but I thought this would be a good way to remember those that are dear to us. &lt;br /&gt;I love Philippians 1:3-5 "I give thanks to my God for every remembrance of you, always praying with joy for all of you in my every prayer, because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I have the regular homeschooling and organization goals that any homeschooling, stay-at-home momma has.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-5119996338231695167?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/5119996338231695167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=5119996338231695167&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/5119996338231695167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/5119996338231695167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-155995512981458005</id><published>2011-12-23T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T06:22:52.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l7gOzrDtOE8/TvSOdIJlJ-I/AAAAAAAAEzQ/ZFRaYhx8pF0/s1600/300px-Gerard_van_Honthorst_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l7gOzrDtOE8/TvSOdIJlJ-I/AAAAAAAAEzQ/ZFRaYhx8pF0/s1600/300px-Gerard_van_Honthorst_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Luke 2:1-20&lt;/h4&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-24975"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-24976"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;(And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-24977"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-24978"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-24979"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-24980"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-24981"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-24982"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-24983"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-24984"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-24985"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-24986"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-24987"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-24988"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-24989"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-24990"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-24991"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-24992"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-24993"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-24994"&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt;And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-155995512981458005?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/155995512981458005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=155995512981458005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/155995512981458005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/155995512981458005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l7gOzrDtOE8/TvSOdIJlJ-I/AAAAAAAAEzQ/ZFRaYhx8pF0/s72-c/300px-Gerard_van_Honthorst_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-817450464646263975</id><published>2011-12-12T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T12:48:44.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the most wonderful time of the year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0HWM2dNgUQ/TuZmHU8FS_I/AAAAAAAAEzE/H38KPqbfQwE/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp635+3%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B9+32%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0HWM2dNgUQ/TuZmHU8FS_I/AAAAAAAAEzE/H38KPqbfQwE/s320/232323232%25257Ffp635+3%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B9+32%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are enjoying this most blessed time of year. We are really taking time to focus on relationships this year. Rich and I really want to teach our children that people matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have enjoyed Christmas shopping with our friends and their children, baking and delivering goodies to neighbors and other folks in our lives, planning special outings with cousins, building gingerbread houses with good friends, wrapping and hiding treasures bought for siblings and parents, watching sweet and funny Christmas movies as a family, reading special books about the birth of Jesus to the little friends in our circle of influence. We are enjoying spending time in the homes of others and vice versa this holiday season.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having wonderful&amp;nbsp; friends and family to spend the holidays with makes it so much more special, with many wonderful memories to treasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy HOLY days:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-817450464646263975?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/817450464646263975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=817450464646263975&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/817450464646263975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/817450464646263975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year!'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0HWM2dNgUQ/TuZmHU8FS_I/AAAAAAAAEzE/H38KPqbfQwE/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp635+3%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B9+32%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-4123683498586010135</id><published>2011-12-10T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T04:30:56.819-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That other woman'/><title type='text'>That Other Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you &lt;i&gt;believe &lt;/i&gt;I caught them in bed together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DbzRutcVVo8/TuNQuuSx3eI/AAAAAAAAEy8/5Viq_ycqYiQ/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp635+9%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+83%253B6732%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DbzRutcVVo8/TuNQuuSx3eI/AAAAAAAAEy8/5Viq_ycqYiQ/s320/232323232%25257Ffp635+9%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+83%253B6732%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&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/3082580501640916503-4123683498586010135?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/4123683498586010135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=4123683498586010135&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/4123683498586010135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/4123683498586010135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/12/that-other-woman.html' title='That Other Woman'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DbzRutcVVo8/TuNQuuSx3eI/AAAAAAAAEy8/5Viq_ycqYiQ/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp635+9%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+83%253B6732%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-57159728050987477</id><published>2011-12-07T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T09:31:45.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday after Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Saturday after Thanksgiving was a really fun day. Rich and I spent the morning lounging around in our pjs with the kids. After lunch, we headed to my uncle's farm for more eating and family together-time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jStrjfrlKN8/Tt-fp2hRaQI/AAAAAAAAExU/VQpE0sk3PD0/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp635%25285%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+777732%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jStrjfrlKN8/Tt-fp2hRaQI/AAAAAAAAExU/VQpE0sk3PD0/s320/232323232%25257Ffp635%25285%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+777732%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hannah, Mom, Katrina, and Tina enjoy some yummy crackers and dip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1CRsUk-PhLI/Tt-fq9FxIZI/AAAAAAAAExc/vQtqTqzSsDg/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp635%25288%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B+432%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1CRsUk-PhLI/Tt-fq9FxIZI/AAAAAAAAExc/vQtqTqzSsDg/s320/232323232%25257Ffp635%25288%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B+432%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Loading up the wagon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-doo30BySOQg/Tt-fr3_z8fI/AAAAAAAAExk/b9EnnvMd73c/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp635%2528%253B%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B46+232%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-doo30BySOQg/Tt-fr3_z8fI/AAAAAAAAExk/b9EnnvMd73c/s320/232323232%25257Ffp635%2528%253B%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B46+232%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ready to hit the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-94FXFSPnLEQ/Tt-fuwyiCzI/AAAAAAAAExs/O4O6gfICB98/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp635%253B8%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B%253B432%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-94FXFSPnLEQ/Tt-fuwyiCzI/AAAAAAAAExs/O4O6gfICB98/s320/232323232%25257Ffp635%253B8%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B%253B432%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Going across a covered bridge, we were afraid it wouldn't hold us. We had a lot of people in that wagon!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13FqRvgFLNs/Tt-fwXej_OI/AAAAAAAAEx0/d7akcWiJQy8/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp733%25286%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B+732%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13FqRvgFLNs/Tt-fwXej_OI/AAAAAAAAEx0/d7akcWiJQy8/s320/232323232%25257Ffp733%25286%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B+732%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stopping at a park so the kids could play for a bit before heading back to the farm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iiKIDJTbazU/Tt-fxUxaNoI/AAAAAAAAEx8/GfNRFMQBOO0/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp733%2528%253B%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B469932%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iiKIDJTbazU/Tt-fxUxaNoI/AAAAAAAAEx8/GfNRFMQBOO0/s320/232323232%25257Ffp733%2528%253B%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B469932%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;While the kids played, Aunt Thane and Hannah played the photo-expressions game. Here, they are scared witless. Hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_KMaycJQfnI/Tt-fzCCUvlI/AAAAAAAAEyE/PKfhabC904k/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp6355%253B%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B%253B332%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_KMaycJQfnI/Tt-fzCCUvlI/AAAAAAAAEyE/PKfhabC904k/s320/232323232%25257Ffp6355%253B%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B%253B332%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Let the races begin! We did this the last time we were in GA three years ago. The kids love it, and the adults doing the pushing get quite a workout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2yaOrunQ4/Tt-f0Y4IzQI/AAAAAAAAEyM/zgRtDQMFgzo/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp7346+%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B7732%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NM2yaOrunQ4/Tt-f0Y4IzQI/AAAAAAAAEyM/zgRtDQMFgzo/s320/232323232%25257Ffp7346+%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B7732%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Throwing the football around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tkEJtm2EWLg/Tt-f2aP8FNI/AAAAAAAAEyU/In7XUnWTBP8/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63552%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B556932%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tkEJtm2EWLg/Tt-f2aP8FNI/AAAAAAAAEyU/In7XUnWTBP8/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63552%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B556932%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;All the kids gather around the fireplace in the barn for a photo. What a crew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxmzY_KfUQs/Tt-f7jjIibI/AAAAAAAAEyc/d8oG8rPe3G0/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63574%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B466532%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxmzY_KfUQs/Tt-f7jjIibI/AAAAAAAAEyc/d8oG8rPe3G0/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63574%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B466532%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bonfire time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SxeJgn6TL2w/Tt-f9PbV8nI/AAAAAAAAEyk/sw-vshWdcBU/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63577%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+77+832%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SxeJgn6TL2w/Tt-f9PbV8nI/AAAAAAAAEyk/sw-vshWdcBU/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63577%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+77+832%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Roasting marshmallows.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GDwqK6u5mcY/Tt-f_s9Er8I/AAAAAAAAEys/9nUU76eeIb0/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63589%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B556532%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GDwqK6u5mcY/Tt-f_s9Er8I/AAAAAAAAEys/9nUU76eeIb0/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63589%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B556532%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Laughing hysterically over...something. That game is a hoot!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zBY-ibQvAH0/Tt-gAttLEGI/AAAAAAAAEy0/_Y1DzzvatiM/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63596%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B%253B632%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zBY-ibQvAH0/Tt-gAttLEGI/AAAAAAAAEy0/_Y1DzzvatiM/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63596%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B%253B632%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the adult gals just enjoying each others' company.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We visited my Uncle and Aunt's (and Jim and Jennifer's) church the next day before heading back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a wonderful Thanksgiving! Thank you God for family!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(and food and laughter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3082580501640916503-57159728050987477?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/57159728050987477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=57159728050987477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/57159728050987477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/57159728050987477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/12/saturday-after-thanksgiving.html' title='Saturday after Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jStrjfrlKN8/Tt-fp2hRaQI/AAAAAAAAExU/VQpE0sk3PD0/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp635%25285%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+777732%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-3119643969859778081</id><published>2011-12-03T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T05:10:58.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;After shopping all day on Black Friday, we headed back to my Aunt Thane's house for coffee. Jennifer and my Uncle Jeff wanted to show us a house that was for sale down the road (hoping that we would be convinced to move to GA), so Hannah and I hopped on the four-wheeler and golf carts. Let the races begin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SBJgs7gAoW4/TtobpzgiflI/AAAAAAAAEwU/Pck7qNOMQbY/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63574%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B466532%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SBJgs7gAoW4/TtobpzgiflI/AAAAAAAAEwU/Pck7qNOMQbY/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63574%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B466532%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ux2WPFRhIv4/TtobsBMDzMI/AAAAAAAAEwc/5vK0yJlZr4E/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp73447%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B553%253B32%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ux2WPFRhIv4/TtobsBMDzMI/AAAAAAAAEwc/5vK0yJlZr4E/s320/232323232%25257Ffp73447%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B553%253B32%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love that above picture, Hannah is trying to speed things up by behaving like a Flintstone.! And no, we didn't wear helmets. I've been on four-wheelers all my life, Rich and I still take the old one out every time we hit the farm in NY and I have &lt;i&gt;never &lt;/i&gt;worn a helmet. Bad, bad example!!! Do what I say, not what I do, hmm? We really didn't go very fast, I mean &lt;i&gt;seriously....&lt;/i&gt;you don't have to go very fast to beat a golf cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8QF53DhS48/TtobuASoBjI/AAAAAAAAEwk/2KiiAPxUsvw/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp73435%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B556432%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8QF53DhS48/TtobuASoBjI/AAAAAAAAEwk/2KiiAPxUsvw/s320/232323232%25257Ffp73435%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B556432%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Later, we headed back to my Nanny's house for pizza with the rest of the crew. Hannah dragged out a box of old photos. The girls enjoyed seeing all the old photos of familiar faces. We had a few laughs over some of the crazy pictures from "days of yore."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DvIaOPvJCoA/Ttobwy6dYbI/AAAAAAAAEws/GG7UPSlu37g/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63634%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B46+332%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DvIaOPvJCoA/Ttobwy6dYbI/AAAAAAAAEws/GG7UPSlu37g/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63634%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B46+332%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cousin Joshua (Jennifer's twin) is quite relaxed as the kids play around him...and on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J72DJorsB6c/Ttob0WunUsI/AAAAAAAAEw0/O2mjWiGqg9I/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63589%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B556532%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J72DJorsB6c/Ttob0WunUsI/AAAAAAAAEw0/O2mjWiGqg9I/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63589%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B556532%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The boys play Playstation with their cousin Tanner (Joshua's son). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nyP_95iaJyI/Ttob3kmkL7I/AAAAAAAAEw8/KSB1yQB3bBQ/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63552%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B556932%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nyP_95iaJyI/Ttob3kmkL7I/AAAAAAAAEw8/KSB1yQB3bBQ/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63552%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B556932%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Photo of the boys....which Mira totally photo bombed (she loves getting her picture taken). Tanner (Joshua's son), Grant (Jennifer and Jim's son), and my boys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v2PwTH5j_ME/Ttob6fBkkDI/AAAAAAAAExE/9JkmGqUwSME/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp733%2528%253B%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B469932%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v2PwTH5j_ME/Ttob6fBkkDI/AAAAAAAAExE/9JkmGqUwSME/s320/232323232%25257Ffp733%2528%253B%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B469932%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The ladies decided to start a game in the kitchen. I love this photo of Hannah laughing so hard she couldn't write her answer down. This game is GREAT with a crowd, it's called "Things." We laughed so hard both times we played it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KdLqj96QUFA/Ttob9w0ioBI/AAAAAAAAExM/ft0kIURv2ao/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp635%2528%253B%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B46+232%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KdLqj96QUFA/Ttob9w0ioBI/AAAAAAAAExM/ft0kIURv2ao/s320/232323232%25257Ffp635%2528%253B%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B46+232%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Men are boring. While we were playing and laughing in the kitchen, this is what they were doing. Ho hum.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time spent making memories with family is the best. You can totally put your foot in your mouth, say all the wrong things, and they will still love you. You can eat like a pig and they will still respect you. You can spend 12 hours shopping together and they will still spend more time with you after that. I love my family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-3119643969859778081?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/3119643969859778081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=3119643969859778081&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/3119643969859778081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/3119643969859778081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/12/friday-afternoon.html' title='Friday Afternoon'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SBJgs7gAoW4/TtobpzgiflI/AAAAAAAAEwU/Pck7qNOMQbY/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp63574%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B466532%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-1497643844245587300</id><published>2011-11-30T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T06:04:25.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh. My. Goodness. Shopping with my cousins, aunts, mom, and sister on Black Friday was awesome. I laughed and giggled my way through the day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My cousin Jennifer picked me up at 4am, and we headed to Belk's to buy those wonderful slouchy boots that were on sale for $19.99. I wish I had take a photo, the shoe department was a total wreck by the time we got there. It was hilarious. Shoe filler and tissue paper was all over the floor, and you had to dig to find two matching boots. I got the very last pair of size 9 boots in black- WHOOHOO for me! We grabbed a pair for my cousin Kelli, who was on her way to meet us. My cousin, Katrina and my aunt Sandra met us in Belk's shortly after we arrived and our shopping began in full force. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UAyaKLX24LY/TtYnxH_tBBI/AAAAAAAAEvU/p5fmmjb4IPg/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63577%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+77+832%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UAyaKLX24LY/TtYnxH_tBBI/AAAAAAAAEvU/p5fmmjb4IPg/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63577%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+77+832%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After finishing up at Belk's we ran down the road to ToyRUs which was not busy at all- surprise! I found the DVD I've been looking for and everyone else came out with some fun items for the children in their lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we headed back to the mall, where we laughed hysterically over a whole bathroom incident. Long story short -&amp;nbsp; never, ever go on and on about how terrible a bathroom smells until you've checked to see that there is no one in the stalls who is *perhaps* making that terrible smell.I was dry heaving the minute I walked in...but that's nothing new, I hate public restrooms. Bleh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jennifer, Kelli, and I try on these super cute caps which I think might be for adults but seriously look like kidswear to me. Fun and cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_KZt1SMZeA/TtYn0GXTlqI/AAAAAAAAEvc/mwbBEhr2gXY/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp635+3%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B9+32%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_KZt1SMZeA/TtYn0GXTlqI/AAAAAAAAEvc/mwbBEhr2gXY/s320/232323232%25257Ffp635+3%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B9+32%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;About 8:30am, we met up with Mom, Hannah, my aunt Thane, and my cousin Sonya. Here, we are all laughing because it looks like everyone else is shopping like crazy and I have nothing. I was on a very tight budget that day, but I did shop! At this point, I think I had put my stuff in the car before shopping for more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PbzkOPLPgr0/TtYn1s5gIMI/AAAAAAAAEvk/YmlCjbzv5UM/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp635%25288%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B+432%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PbzkOPLPgr0/TtYn1s5gIMI/AAAAAAAAEvk/YmlCjbzv5UM/s320/232323232%25257Ffp635%25288%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B+432%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My beautiful cousin, Sonya (Kelli's mom) taking a coffee break with my Mom and Hannah. Whew, we needed to rest our feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PPFeZc_qO2g/TtYn2iGj0_I/AAAAAAAAEvs/MiP6_bG_aYg/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp635%253B8%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B%253B432%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PPFeZc_qO2g/TtYn2iGj0_I/AAAAAAAAEvs/MiP6_bG_aYg/s320/232323232%25257Ffp635%253B8%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B%253B432%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mom will not like this photo, but I think it's great. We went in Charlotte Russe and Mom kept picking up this cropped tops and saying how much she liked them. Just before this photo was snapped my sister said something about us all being closet floozies. And of course Mom had to explain that she meant the top would be cute &lt;i&gt;over &lt;/i&gt;something else, like a burka. And Mom, I kinda &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; like that top. Over a black tank with jeans:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MINWnT_KWaM/TtYn4C3tsXI/AAAAAAAAEv0/TCdIapeEBQw/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp733%25286%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B+732%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MINWnT_KWaM/TtYn4C3tsXI/AAAAAAAAEv0/TCdIapeEBQw/s320/232323232%25257Ffp733%25286%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B+732%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had never&amp;nbsp; been in a Charlotte Russe store before but I'm in love now. There were a pair of jeans in there that I swear are the "traveling pants of the sisterhood." (I love that book way too much) My cousin Sonya, myself, and my sister could all wear the same size and we ALL looked good in them. We are all different sizes and body types. I'm definitely gonna get a pair at some point. Super cute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this next photo was in Macy's. Hannah and I decided to try these sweaters on over our clothes in the middle of the store. We got some weird looks from people:) I could barely get that hip band over my chest and I thought for sure someone would have to cut me out of that sweater. It's a no-buy for me:) Notice the sides of my striped vest hanging out, real classy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f85s0-R-kIw/TtYn5Xz1_BI/AAAAAAAAEv8/DdiuNPd7qsE/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp6355%253B%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B%253B332%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f85s0-R-kIw/TtYn5Xz1_BI/AAAAAAAAEv8/DdiuNPd7qsE/s320/232323232%25257Ffp6355%253B%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B%253B332%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all met for lunch at Rafferty's. Well, everyone except &lt;i&gt;Tina,&lt;/i&gt; my cousin Michael's wife. She shopped all night and went home to go to bed about the time we were all getting going. Next year, if we do this again, she is definitely going to be talked into meeting us for lunch:)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3X2va1MAakE/TtYnt2lxSjI/AAAAAAAAEvM/4Caa60VrejY/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63596%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B%253B632%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3X2va1MAakE/TtYnt2lxSjI/AAAAAAAAEvM/4Caa60VrejY/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63596%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+3%253B%253B632%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After lunch we headed back out to shop, mostly to Barnes &amp;amp; Nobles and Old Navy. The rest of these photos are out of order. &lt;/div&gt;I think this was Charlotte Russ...or maybe another store....we went in so many. Jennifer is a petite girl, so these boots were super tall on her. She didn't feel like taking all the stuffing out to try it on, even though the sales guy tried to talk her into it.&amp;nbsp; I really want to know who would buy these and what they would wear them with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rf4jV-22r9k/TtYn8j7TyKI/AAAAAAAAEwE/b5-xs_vrgrs/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp73467%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B45%253B%253B32%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rf4jV-22r9k/TtYn8j7TyKI/AAAAAAAAEwE/b5-xs_vrgrs/s320/232323232%25257Ffp73467%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B45%253B%253B32%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know the photo game that I play with my sister sometimes? Well, we played it several times over the weekend. I'll show you more of those later, but I have to leave you with Katrina and Jennifer's nauseous look. Hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-91BOsr3qbyk/TtYn_Jl930I/AAAAAAAAEwM/310O_fvztuk/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63634%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B54%2528732%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-91BOsr3qbyk/TtYn_Jl930I/AAAAAAAAEwM/310O_fvztuk/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63634%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+%253B54%2528732%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We finished shopping around 3pm. I had so much fun! But the day wasn't over yet....Friday afternoon and evening was a blast also...more to come:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-1497643844245587300?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/1497643844245587300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=1497643844245587300&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/1497643844245587300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/1497643844245587300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/11/black-friday-shopping.html' title='Black Friday Shopping'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UAyaKLX24LY/TtYnxH_tBBI/AAAAAAAAEvU/p5fmmjb4IPg/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp63577%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36%25285+77+832%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-7131569300053067545</id><published>2011-11-28T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T19:17:45.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving in Georgia: Thursday</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;We were so blessed to be with extended family this Thanksgiving. We had so much fun! I have so many photos that I need to do several different blog posts to document it all. I ended up forgetting my camera on Thursday, so here are a few of the photos from Rich's phone taken at our Thanksgiving feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Mike and Jim frying up some chicken tenders to go along with our turkey and ham. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tXNnaAysEAE/TtRMkMk8mjI/AAAAAAAAEuc/YrDxLqlweg0/s1600/P+054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tXNnaAysEAE/TtRMkMk8mjI/AAAAAAAAEuc/YrDxLqlweg0/s320/P+054.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;My cousin Jennifer (married to Jim) and I pose for a photo on the stone fireplace in the barn. I love this place! Perfect for parties and get-togethers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qaAx8WqG9p4/TtRMmwJJPDI/AAAAAAAAEuk/LCE6ogYHS-U/s1600/P+060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qaAx8WqG9p4/TtRMmwJJPDI/AAAAAAAAEuk/LCE6ogYHS-U/s320/P+060.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Everyone waiting to eat, we were hungry! There was so much food! I think there were 35 of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GP6yZzXOFFY/TtRMr1kOsqI/AAAAAAAAEus/DGr6xCA__hU/s1600/P+065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GP6yZzXOFFY/TtRMr1kOsqI/AAAAAAAAEus/DGr6xCA__hU/s320/P+065.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer and Katrina made pilgrim hats and indian headresses for all the kids. Cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TizqpvuR2uw/TtRMwQAfuBI/AAAAAAAAEu0/wbWuq8gj5QI/s1600/P+070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TizqpvuR2uw/TtRMwQAfuBI/AAAAAAAAEu0/wbWuq8gj5QI/s320/P+070.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pilgrims and indians sit down to share a feast together.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tn8zVXo_mwY/TtRM1ckuq2I/AAAAAAAAEu8/4Eh8IqilgU8/s1600/P+077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tn8zVXo_mwY/TtRM1ckuq2I/AAAAAAAAEu8/4Eh8IqilgU8/s320/P+077.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness....this picture makes me laugh. My cousin Katrina and cousin-in-law Tina plan out their plan of attack for Black Friday. I rarely look at the paper, I just go for the fun and if I see something that would be a nice gift for a good deal, then I buy it. But these gals! They have strategy and energy and know-how. Fun to watch!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v4eEucEYMro/TtRM6DEpDhI/AAAAAAAAEvE/Nb3okZT0uvQ/s1600/P+087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v4eEucEYMro/TtRM6DEpDhI/AAAAAAAAEvE/Nb3okZT0uvQ/s320/P+087.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Stay tuned for fun photos from Black Friday shopping with all my gal kinfolk. So fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-7131569300053067545?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/7131569300053067545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=7131569300053067545&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/7131569300053067545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/7131569300053067545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-in-georgia-thursday.html' title='Thanksgiving in Georgia: Thursday'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tXNnaAysEAE/TtRMkMk8mjI/AAAAAAAAEuc/YrDxLqlweg0/s72-c/P+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-1218021652846141934</id><published>2011-11-23T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T01:00:03.529-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oi8jYa8cgno/TsLrTEOvmiI/AAAAAAAAEts/dw0tPmbrtIo/s1600/thanksgiving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oi8jYa8cgno/TsLrTEOvmiI/AAAAAAAAEts/dw0tPmbrtIo/s320/thanksgiving.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6c0000; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6c0000; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us give thanks to God above,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for expressions of His love,&lt;br /&gt;Seen in the book of nature, grand&lt;br /&gt;Taught by His love on every hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us be thankful in our hearts,&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for all the truth imparts,&lt;br /&gt;For the religion of our Lord,&lt;br /&gt;All that is taught us in His word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us be thankful for a land,&lt;br /&gt;That will for such religion stand;&lt;br /&gt;One that protects it by the law,&lt;br /&gt;One that before it stands in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for all things let us be,&lt;br /&gt;Though there be woes and misery;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons they bring us for our good-&lt;br /&gt;Later 'twill all be understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for peace o'er land and sea,&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for signs of liberty,&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for homes, for life and health,&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure and plenty, fame and wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for friends and loved ones, too,&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for all things, good and true,&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for harvest in the fall,&lt;br /&gt;Thankful to Him who gave it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-1218021652846141934?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/1218021652846141934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=1218021652846141934&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/1218021652846141934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/1218021652846141934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving-thanksgiving-lizelia.html' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oi8jYa8cgno/TsLrTEOvmiI/AAAAAAAAEts/dw0tPmbrtIo/s72-c/thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-8188235462452914952</id><published>2011-11-20T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T04:52:30.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother-Son Date Night at Chik-Fil-A</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love Chik-Fil-A! They have good food, they are a Christian company, and they have fun activities. Recently, they hosted a mother-son date "knight." I reserved my spot way ahead of time, Chik-Fil-A events get filled up pretty quickly. Connor ended up with pneumonia, so Brandon and I went without him to this special event. (don't worry, Connor got souvenirs, and a date with Mommy at a later date.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ftVKZ-Q5UCI/Tsj0vrSIGRI/AAAAAAAAEt0/UVSwOnE_iu0/s1600/296798_384425804959_98264789959_1470499_884253191_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ftVKZ-Q5UCI/Tsj0vrSIGRI/AAAAAAAAEt0/UVSwOnE_iu0/s320/296798_384425804959_98264789959_1470499_884253191_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The them of the evening was "knights in shining armor". There was a balloon artist there who made swords and shields, among other things, for all the boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1MhOe64i1ls/Tsj0wVvvQqI/AAAAAAAAEt8/lVX8v68uZ8s/s1600/300449_384425074959_98264789959_1470484_666560446_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3SmdZi_kx3E/Tsj0yQUJEwI/AAAAAAAAEuE/x3TLV3W88tw/s1600/302362_384424899959_98264789959_1470479_1412951870_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3SmdZi_kx3E/Tsj0yQUJEwI/AAAAAAAAEuE/x3TLV3W88tw/s320/302362_384424899959_98264789959_1470479_1412951870_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brandon and I enjoyed our meal as well as the table decorations and fun suggested by Chik-Fil-A. We had a shield that we could color and design with our own coat of arms. We also had a list of mother-son questions to answer that mostly had to do with what heroism is and what makes a hero. The candle holder was a crown which we could take with us when we left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot my camera that night....grrrr....so all these photos are courtesy of the Chik-Fil-A employee who took them for their Facebook page. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hYKdaCHEAvk/Tsj0z_l2rwI/AAAAAAAAEuM/8jqJncFX4VY/s1600/310558_384425414959_98264789959_1470491_1757086921_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hYKdaCHEAvk/Tsj0z_l2rwI/AAAAAAAAEuM/8jqJncFX4VY/s320/310558_384425414959_98264789959_1470491_1757086921_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brandon with a shield and sword. He chose for me to be a princess he could rescue. He could have had me put in the stocks as many other sons chose for their mothers- hah! The Chik-Fil-A cow was there and had plenty of sword fights with the little boys. Brandon enjoyed shaking his hoof and chatting with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hsv-6hCIces/Tsj01Bmy-cI/AAAAAAAAEuU/WFo1G0jXrME/s1600/320094_384425959959_98264789959_1470502_280293127_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hsv-6hCIces/Tsj01Bmy-cI/AAAAAAAAEuU/WFo1G0jXrME/s320/320094_384425959959_98264789959_1470502_280293127_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brandon waits patiently for his gift to Connor, a red set of balloon knight equipment. This little girl who was at Chik-Fil-A jumped in front of everyone else waiting and demanded a pink cat. It was quite funny (sad) how badly behaved she was, but I was proud of Brandon and the other boys for not complaining and for waiting patiently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a really fun night (knight) and I am so thankful that I was able to take Brandon. Time spent one-on-one with each of my kids is precious. These growing years go way too fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-8188235462452914952?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/8188235462452914952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=8188235462452914952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/8188235462452914952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/8188235462452914952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/11/mother-son-date-night-at-chik-fil.html' title='Mother-Son Date Night at Chik-Fil-A'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ftVKZ-Q5UCI/Tsj0vrSIGRI/AAAAAAAAEt0/UVSwOnE_iu0/s72-c/296798_384425804959_98264789959_1470499_884253191_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-7681316203635738567</id><published>2011-11-13T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T04:35:50.307-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='controversy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help needed'/><title type='text'>Money management</title><content type='html'>I'm curious....how are you teaching money management to your kids? Do you give them allowance and how much do you give them? Is it based on age or responsibilities? Do you pay them for odd jobs and chores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an area that Rich and I do a &lt;i&gt;terrible&lt;/i&gt; job at. We have tried over the years to come up with a plan but we haven't stuck to anything. We will forget to get cash from the bank, and then we just keep forgetting. We are even those parents that forget to be tooth fairies- no money is ever found under any pillows in our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I constantly feel bad about this because I know we are not doing a good job of teaching our children money management. I do feel like it is never too young to start, our children are 9, 8, 6, 6, and 4. I would really love to know what my blog readers are doing so Rich and I can hopefully come up with a plan by New Year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes....I've already started working on my New Year's Resolutions:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-7681316203635738567?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/7681316203635738567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=7681316203635738567&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/7681316203635738567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/7681316203635738567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/11/money-management.html' title='Money management'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-5077362650143272140</id><published>2011-11-07T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T14:06:52.628-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='controversy'/><title type='text'>Dilemma: discuss</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A friend and I were talking yesterday about a certain situation. I decided to ask my blog readers (that's you!) what they thought. So, here's the scenario....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you tell someone that something might be wrong with their child? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you started laughing at that question, because it depends on what "wrong" means. So here are some examples...&lt;br /&gt;You are a teacher and you think your friend's child might have a learning disability.&lt;br /&gt;You are a nurse and you think the child might have a serious medical condition.&lt;br /&gt;You think the child might have a vision or hearing impairment.&lt;br /&gt;Your friend's child has autistic tendencies but she just thinks he's shy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The child has serious discipline issues. - ok, I'm kidding on that one, seriously, as much as I'd love to tell some people that their kids are brats, they probably think the same about mine, and I'd hate to start a "who's a better parent" war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do want to know what you think. Where is the line between meddling and caring drawn on this issue? Does it depend on how well you know the person? What is a nice way to approach the subject? Should nothing be said, and we just pray that the pediatrician or teacher notices? What if we aren't really sure or we aren't an expert on the issue involved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have these types of situation pop up every now and then. I'm always so cautious, because I have been on the other side of this. People sometimes assume that maybe I don't know everything that is going on with Lauren and Mira. People assume that because I haven't said something about a certain issue that I may not know about it. I have even had people who have never been anywhere near our situation try to give me advice- one woman even tried to tell me how to "cure" spina bifida with a different diet.&amp;nbsp; Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have a situation occur, one that is a major medical issue. I don't know how to tell the family involved that I think it's serious. They don't really know me well. And just for your info- you don't know them and they don't read my blog:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-5077362650143272140?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/5077362650143272140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=5077362650143272140&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/5077362650143272140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/5077362650143272140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/11/dilemma-discuss.html' title='Dilemma: discuss'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-8808067068035321326</id><published>2011-11-02T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T07:00:51.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Art Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GdGmzhXkQEY/TrFMx1-jt5I/AAAAAAAAEr0/_SENJzI4jbg/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp7344+%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+673%253B3+732%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GdGmzhXkQEY/TrFMx1-jt5I/AAAAAAAAEr0/_SENJzI4jbg/s320/232323232%25257Ffp7344+%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+673%253B3+732%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super cheap at Ikea! Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-8808067068035321326?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/8808067068035321326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=8808067068035321326&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/8808067068035321326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/8808067068035321326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-art-center.html' title='New Art Center'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GdGmzhXkQEY/TrFMx1-jt5I/AAAAAAAAEr0/_SENJzI4jbg/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp7344+%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+673%253B3+732%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-4383639601606989585</id><published>2011-10-31T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:40:17.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Good for a laugh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QScBBcp3Q3Y/Tq745onhs5I/AAAAAAAAErk/7vtLRg3OCxA/s1600/4e02c1e8650ff.jpg.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QScBBcp3Q3Y/Tq745onhs5I/AAAAAAAAErk/7vtLRg3OCxA/s320/4e02c1e8650ff.jpg.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seriously....how is this known? And that cat doesn't even &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; a moustache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uY115bvDKqo/Tq7458Dh09I/AAAAAAAAErs/gNg_PgOg9d8/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp7344%253B%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+674793332%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uY115bvDKqo/Tq7458Dh09I/AAAAAAAAErs/gNg_PgOg9d8/s320/232323232%25257Ffp7344%253B%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+674793332%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really? We now need instructions for how to use a &lt;i&gt;hat?!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do not sit on it, do not stand on it. For wearing on the top of the head &lt;i&gt;only. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-4383639601606989585?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/4383639601606989585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=4383639601606989585&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/4383639601606989585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/4383639601606989585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-for-laugh.html' title='Good for a laugh....'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QScBBcp3Q3Y/Tq745onhs5I/AAAAAAAAErk/7vtLRg3OCxA/s72-c/4e02c1e8650ff.jpg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-4391511259588780150</id><published>2011-10-28T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T13:34:38.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star-gazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fall is the best time of year for star-gazing.&amp;nbsp; The skies are usually clear and the temperatures are usually nice enough for staying outside and not getting eaten up by bugs or freezing to death. &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: center;"&gt;Rich and I like to lay on the hammock and look at the stars from our yard. It'll be better when we have a farm in the country and no light pollution, but for now,&amp;nbsp;we'll&amp;nbsp;take what we can get.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-44x0-V9_9_8/TqsQYo8fUvI/AAAAAAAAErU/RpZi8nikpT4/s1600/232323232%257Ffp53984_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_953_332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-44x0-V9_9_8/TqsQYo8fUvI/AAAAAAAAErU/RpZi8nikpT4/s320/232323232%257Ffp53984_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_953_332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We were laughing here, because, in&amp;nbsp;the photo I took before this one, Rich looked like a deer caught in headlights. He wasn't expecting my bright flash after having his eyes adjust to the darkness&amp;nbsp;of the night sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PaFkxW2ZkyU/TqsQaNolGFI/AAAAAAAAErc/TevMAnq_RGI/s1600/232323232%257Ffp53986_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9533232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PaFkxW2ZkyU/TqsQaNolGFI/AAAAAAAAErc/TevMAnq_RGI/s320/232323232%257Ffp53986_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9533232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And just to show you what dorks we are...Rich wears socks and shoes with his flannel pj bottoms, and I go barefoot while still covering up with a down-filled throw. And one of my pant legs is missing...apparently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so nice out, if I wasn't such a wuss and scared of robbers and wild animals and mass murderers, I totally would have spent the night on the hammock. So peaceful and quiet and dark, and truly &lt;em&gt;awesome &lt;/em&gt;to feel the breeze and see the stars overhead.﻿ God's creation is truly wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-4391511259588780150?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/4391511259588780150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=4391511259588780150&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/4391511259588780150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/4391511259588780150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/10/star-gazing.html' title='Star-gazing'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-44x0-V9_9_8/TqsQYo8fUvI/AAAAAAAAErU/RpZi8nikpT4/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp53984_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_953_332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-6334379229690227247</id><published>2011-10-25T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T05:38:47.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my dad'/><title type='text'>From Dad</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I accidentally stumbled upon an old website of my Dad's. It really was accidental, I had completely forgotten he had the site, he hasn't updated it in a couple of years. I was google-ing something else and up his name popped. I found a story he wrote for Lauren and wanted to post it here. Here's how he prefaced the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #990000;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The inspiration for "Lauren and the Sock    Gremlin" came from my granddaughter who was born with spina bifida.&amp;nbsp;    Though limited by her physical handicap, she has all the dreams and interests    of any little girl her age.&amp;nbsp; More than once I have seen her dressed in    one of her princess dresses, and she will say, "Watch, Granddaddy."&amp;nbsp; She    will twirl on her knees to make the dress flare out as if she were Cinderella    at the ball.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #990000;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Recently, now at the age of four, Lauren has    begun to walk with a walker.&amp;nbsp; It's a struggle, but Lauren is determined.&amp;nbsp;    Soon, she will begin to question why she was born in such a way that she can't    run and jump the way her brothers and sister can.&amp;nbsp; It is our prayer that    she will understand that God made her with a special purpose in mind, a    purpose that can only be lived out in total surrender to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can go here for the story itself:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://davcarson.home.mindspring.com/Intertestamental//sockgremlin1.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Sock Gremlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad to have this story to give to my children from their grandfather. Thank you God, for sweet reminders and wonderful blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-6334379229690227247?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/6334379229690227247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=6334379229690227247&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/6334379229690227247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/6334379229690227247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/10/from-dad.html' title='From Dad'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-8556665997592223445</id><published>2011-10-24T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T05:14:02.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><title type='text'>Day Trips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love day trips and short overnight trips. It's a nice, inexpensive way to see the state I live in. I'm so blessed to be able to take several day trips a year with my sister. We always take a whole Saturday, and it is just the two of us. We have been to Cameron, Wilmington, and Charlotte, among other places. Some places we return to multiple times. &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: center;"&gt;A couple of weekends ago, Hannah decided that I needed to visit the Ikea store in Charlotte. I had heard so much about it and was DYING to go but hadn't had the chance before. So, I swung by Hannah's apartment around 7am and we began the 3 hour trek to Charlotte. We talked non-stop, so time flew by. &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: center;"&gt;By the time we got to Charlotte, we were hungry and tired of being in a car. Hannah had eaten at a great little place called Zada Jane's before&amp;nbsp;that she wanted to take me to. We ate outside in the beautiful fall weather.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6-r6tgdYxz0/TqVSy71CymI/AAAAAAAAEqc/dDU28ZV6j_w/s1600/232323232%257Ffp33+%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3233836+%253B269%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6-r6tgdYxz0/TqVSy71CymI/AAAAAAAAEqc/dDU28ZV6j_w/s320/232323232%257Ffp33+%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3233836+%253B269%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I ate every bit of my:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bunny Rancheros $8.95&lt;/div&gt;two fried happy eggs, black beans, home fries, your choice of: chorizo, turkey sausage, or soysage, topped with a white queso and pepper jack cheese sauce, guacamole, salsa verde and cilantro crema - served with warm flour tortillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my....it was so yum! Their sausage is from a local farm and it was delish! I am very picky about meat:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQZ_mVGaU0Q/TqVS0ZyUvXI/AAAAAAAAEqk/ZoxG2HmNZ0Y/s1600/232323232%257Ffp539%253B2_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9537232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQZ_mVGaU0Q/TqVS0ZyUvXI/AAAAAAAAEqk/ZoxG2HmNZ0Y/s320/232323232%257Ffp539%253B2_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9537232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After breakfast, we spent a couple of hours at Ikea. I bought a few things for the house and have some ideas for the future. It really is a neat store. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jpv2p9th4co/TqVS1lve5XI/AAAAAAAAEqs/k6eW8obiUwI/s1600/232323232%257Ffp539%253B7_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9538432%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jpv2p9th4co/TqVS1lve5XI/AAAAAAAAEqs/k6eW8obiUwI/s320/232323232%257Ffp539%253B7_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9538432%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hannah tries out a fun little chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XF9Mx1bf1AM/TqVS3pLsDpI/AAAAAAAAEq0/Yl0LoirKtyA/s1600/232323232%257Ffp539_4_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9539_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XF9Mx1bf1AM/TqVS3pLsDpI/AAAAAAAAEq0/Yl0LoirKtyA/s320/232323232%257Ffp539_4_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9539_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After shopping, we headed to Amelie's French Cafe for drinks and pastries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-McMw-rNmbmo/TqVS5Qtp7PI/AAAAAAAAEq8/3zVMD0odh_c/s1600/232323232%257Ffp539___nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_952%253B%253B32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-McMw-rNmbmo/TqVS5Qtp7PI/AAAAAAAAEq8/3zVMD0odh_c/s320/232323232%257Ffp539___nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_952%253B%253B32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I tried to get a photo of us with the cafe behind us but the sun was in my eyes and I couldn't tell what I was doing. I found a new brand (to me) of root beer that I love! Sprecher's!! YUMMY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RdcJHv8hEEY/TqVS6jESdUI/AAAAAAAAErE/mbYbMVnzR8Y/s1600/232323232%257Ffp539_9_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9539432%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RdcJHv8hEEY/TqVS6jESdUI/AAAAAAAAErE/mbYbMVnzR8Y/s320/232323232%257Ffp539_9_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9539432%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After that, we drove around Charlotte admiring the historic houses and buildings. Hannah got excited about seeing the republican picketers. I can't remember what they were picketing...gun control? Marriage? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SDicd--ZBB4/TqVS8j9cmLI/AAAAAAAAErM/pvjU6EFtRIk/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633%253B3_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9474932%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SDicd--ZBB4/TqVS8j9cmLI/AAAAAAAAErM/pvjU6EFtRIk/s320/232323232%257Ffp633%253B3_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9474932%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a really fun day, the best I've had in a long time. I enjoyed the time with my sister, the weather was perfect, and food and shopping are true therapy indeed:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next up: Another short jaunt, only this time....with my dear hubby:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-8556665997592223445?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/8556665997592223445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=8556665997592223445&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/8556665997592223445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/8556665997592223445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-trips.html' title='Day Trips'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6-r6tgdYxz0/TqVSy71CymI/AAAAAAAAEqc/dDU28ZV6j_w/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp33+%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3233836+%253B269%253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-403109216525038532</id><published>2011-10-19T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T13:20:08.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='State Fair'/><title type='text'>The Wonderful Tasty State Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My friend Carroll and I have a standing date to meet at the NC State Fair every year. It's nice to know that even if we don't see each other at any other time during the year, we &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; get together for eating, chatting, and exhibit gawking every October. We've been doing this for five or six years now. Sometimes it's just the two of us, and other times we hang out with a few other gal pals. This year, we were joined by our friends Monica and Amy, which made for a fun foursome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know there are a couple of you who follow my blog only to see my Sate Fair food posts every year:) To read the other posts on our State Fair food binges, check out the State Fair link in my menu bar up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....here's what we ate this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fried macaroni and cheese. So yum! I'm gonna figure out how to make this. I'm pretty sure they used Kraft mac n' cheese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YEfELzExyQ8/Tp8pVYJbdjI/AAAAAAAAEpE/esSRyzrj1rw/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp73435%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+673%252858532%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YEfELzExyQ8/Tp8pVYJbdjI/AAAAAAAAEpE/esSRyzrj1rw/s320/232323232%25257Ffp73435%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+673%252858532%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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: center;"&gt;The foursome shares an ordered of fried Wisconsin cheese. I liked the fried mac n' cheese better, everyone else preferred the Wisconsin cheese sticks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jQF3l2vfdGc/Tp8pTap3guI/AAAAAAAAEo8/redfaY8oZvE/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp7344%253B%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+674793332%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jQF3l2vfdGc/Tp8pTap3guI/AAAAAAAAEo8/redfaY8oZvE/s320/232323232%25257Ffp7344%253B%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+674793332%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I had to take &lt;i&gt;something &lt;/i&gt;home to the kids....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wudo8p3LiLY/Tp8pWV-bKSI/AAAAAAAAEpM/eppnZZDWZ7w/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp73435%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+673%252858832%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wudo8p3LiLY/Tp8pWV-bKSI/AAAAAAAAEpM/eppnZZDWZ7w/s320/232323232%25257Ffp73435%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+673%252858832%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amy tries to act drunk because she's pretty sure the muscadine grape slushy smells alcoholic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mvPOwjUkrcA/Tp8pXcHevMI/AAAAAAAAEpU/FNsEglQVbRU/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp73436%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+673%252858632%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mvPOwjUkrcA/Tp8pXcHevMI/AAAAAAAAEpU/FNsEglQVbRU/s320/232323232%25257Ffp73436%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+673%252858632%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rich requested that I bring him an elephant ear and two apples- one caramel and one candied. And I did. I'm such a good wife:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vTraf73X620/Tp8paXJzTBI/AAAAAAAAEpc/OeQhpplsg1Y/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp73436%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+674793832%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vTraf73X620/Tp8paXJzTBI/AAAAAAAAEpc/OeQhpplsg1Y/s320/232323232%25257Ffp73436%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+674793832%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monica bought this cupcake which looks like a hotdog. She offered me a bite, but I don't eat food that doesn't look like what it is. This doesn't look at all cake-like to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9NKbfbdl8OA/Tp8pcCxAzpI/AAAAAAAAEpk/QZvhne5s9ZE/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp73438%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+673%252858732%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9NKbfbdl8OA/Tp8pcCxAzpI/AAAAAAAAEpk/QZvhne5s9ZE/s320/232323232%25257Ffp73438%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+673%252858732%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Al's french fries with malt vinegar and ketchup are the BEST. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gzt_IbhRLYw/Tp8pdajZrAI/AAAAAAAAEps/A1VGPnkfb24/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp73442%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+674793432%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gzt_IbhRLYw/Tp8pdajZrAI/AAAAAAAAEps/A1VGPnkfb24/s320/232323232%25257Ffp73442%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+674793432%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mmmmm....Carroll and I love our fried candy bars. This year Carroll got a Milky Way, and I got a Snickers. I think I like the Milky Way best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rPlUmYV2tGg/Tp8pfMYg98I/AAAAAAAAEp0/eFmwTB2eIoQ/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp73454%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+673%252858432%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rPlUmYV2tGg/Tp8pfMYg98I/AAAAAAAAEp0/eFmwTB2eIoQ/s320/232323232%25257Ffp73454%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+673%252858432%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite thing is the chicken pita. I start out with it every year. Oh man, it is &lt;i&gt;awesome. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FCCB4q6-4b8/Tp8phTicRxI/AAAAAAAAEp8/zST7AtWus7E/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp73455%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+674793232%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FCCB4q6-4b8/Tp8phTicRxI/AAAAAAAAEp8/zST7AtWus7E/s320/232323232%25257Ffp73455%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+674793232%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monica and I tried gator on a stick this year. It was like a very tough, chewy chicken. It did remind me of calamari, but not as good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rBiWWOKLbrg/Tp8pkCv0J-I/AAAAAAAAEqE/0t32Yf39DXo/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp73457%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+673%252858332%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rBiWWOKLbrg/Tp8pkCv0J-I/AAAAAAAAEqE/0t32Yf39DXo/s320/232323232%25257Ffp73457%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+673%252858332%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amy knows the family of the seafood place, so we had to try some. The shrimp was very good, even in the rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--8ZMZ-NGYpE/Tp8poQ-afKI/AAAAAAAAEqM/xy4rvXoE-R4/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp73462%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+674793932%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--8ZMZ-NGYpE/Tp8poQ-afKI/AAAAAAAAEqM/xy4rvXoE-R4/s320/232323232%25257Ffp73462%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+674793932%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so thirsty all night. Must be all that greasy, salty food and the humid air. I drank 2 bottles of water and a root beer. Monica enjoys a coke icee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7u_z1bfwg3A/Tp8pp9P7roI/AAAAAAAAEqU/V_p7-iaDZeY/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp73466%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+674793732%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7u_z1bfwg3A/Tp8pp9P7roI/AAAAAAAAEqU/V_p7-iaDZeY/s320/232323232%25257Ffp73466%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+674793732%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is dedicated to Joy Sleep who went with us once and then moved far away. Guess our eating habits got to her....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What did you eat at the fair this year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-403109216525038532?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/403109216525038532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=403109216525038532&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/403109216525038532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/403109216525038532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/10/wonderful-tasty-state-fair.html' title='The Wonderful Tasty State Fair'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YEfELzExyQ8/Tp8pVYJbdjI/AAAAAAAAEpE/esSRyzrj1rw/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp73435%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D36+673%252858532%253Bnu0mrj.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-3594721949640315829</id><published>2011-10-09T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T15:44:56.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts and homemade gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easy decorating'/><title type='text'>Family Reminders</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For a couple of years now, Rich and I have ocasionally discussed the idea of having a family motto or set of rules that identifies who we are as a family. We wanted something that really states what we believe in. A few weeks ago, I stumbled across a really neat piece of artwork on Pinterest. You can see my original inspiration here: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/164179419/"&gt;http://pinterest.com/pin/164179419/&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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's my slightly abbreviated and far less fancy (neat) version. &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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F9g7RWbhvsM/TpIiEFUNJMI/AAAAAAAAEo4/LNbiU-7y798/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63254%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D334773%25253A23532%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F9g7RWbhvsM/TpIiEFUNJMI/AAAAAAAAEo4/LNbiU-7y798/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63254%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D334773%25253A23532%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sorry about the flash- it's a terrible picture! I love this set of rules- it's great reminder and I love having something to point to when I need to discuss an issue with a child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your family rules? I still want to come up with a one to two sentence family motto that I can paint somewhere for our family to memorize and live by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-3594721949640315829?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/3594721949640315829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=3594721949640315829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/3594721949640315829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/3594721949640315829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/10/family-reminders.html' title='Family Reminders'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F9g7RWbhvsM/TpIiEFUNJMI/AAAAAAAAEo4/LNbiU-7y798/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp63254%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D334773%25253A23532%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-2807705638541601092</id><published>2011-10-06T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:40:52.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's the most wonderful time of year! Blue, blue skies and&amp;nbsp;lovely breezes. Red leaves and cool mornings.&amp;nbsp;Time for star-gazing and s'more making.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;An extra quilt on the bed and hot cocoa on the stove. Fair food and early holiday shopping. Apple cider and candy corn. Sweaters and hoodies and boots, oh my! &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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pf6mkp59M50/To3m0ZBtRDI/AAAAAAAAEo0/B23mx4D2DeY/s1600/232323232%257Ffp53984_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_953_332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pf6mkp59M50/To3m0ZBtRDI/AAAAAAAAEo0/B23mx4D2DeY/s320/232323232%257Ffp53984_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_953_332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's my favorite season! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-2807705638541601092?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/2807705638541601092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=2807705638541601092&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/2807705638541601092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/2807705638541601092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall.html' title='Fall!'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pf6mkp59M50/To3m0ZBtRDI/AAAAAAAAEo0/B23mx4D2DeY/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp53984_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_953_332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-4632031854258445415</id><published>2011-09-29T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T05:47:45.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easy decorating'/><title type='text'>Just for Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a BIG thank you to my mom for buying Brandon and Connor new bedroom furniture. The boys are loving their western themed room. I love how much more organized and neat their room is.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otiDiS3_RFg/ToRn3wStyaI/AAAAAAAAEoo/RzDmSmFNi8I/s1600/232323232%257Ffp33+%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3233836+%253B269%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otiDiS3_RFg/ToRn3wStyaI/AAAAAAAAEoo/RzDmSmFNi8I/s320/232323232%257Ffp33+%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3233836+%253B269%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;All their toys are kept in the blue dormer so that the main room always stays neat. There is plenty of drawer space for clothes and other little things they like to stash away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d6lg2_A-SXk/ToRn5czmM_I/AAAAAAAAEos/3-IFB4nG6Xg/s1600/232323232%257Ffp539%253B2_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9537232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d6lg2_A-SXk/ToRn5czmM_I/AAAAAAAAEos/3-IFB4nG6Xg/s320/232323232%257Ffp539%253B2_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9537232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A friend was kind enough to give us the cowboy bedspreads and shams a while ago and we are finally making use of them! Since these pictures were taken, we have also put horse decals on the walls, found on clearance at Walmart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ERDR8lC9Ag0/ToRn619l7SI/AAAAAAAAEow/veqdiKRh7-w/s1600/232323232%257Ffp539%253B7_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9538432%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ERDR8lC9Ag0/ToRn619l7SI/AAAAAAAAEow/veqdiKRh7-w/s320/232323232%257Ffp539%253B7_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9538432%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿Thanks, Grandmommy, for our new furniture! We love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-4632031854258445415?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/4632031854258445415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=4632031854258445415&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/4632031854258445415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/4632031854258445415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-for-mom.html' title='Just for Mom'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otiDiS3_RFg/ToRn3wStyaI/AAAAAAAAEoo/RzDmSmFNi8I/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp33+%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3233836+%253B269%253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-6587792145256165191</id><published>2011-09-26T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T11:45:05.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Vacation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We really enjoyed our vacation to the mountains of Virginia. We stayed at a lovely mountainside resort﻿ where there was lots to do. We loved our condo and enjoyed reading, playing games, and watching movies together. We really needed to recharge as a family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The resort had an award-winning miniature golf course which was beautiful.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BCoVRh534bs/ToDGWr3_mLI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/meK0aGSYPRY/s1600/232323232%257Ffp539_4_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9539_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BCoVRh534bs/ToDGWr3_mLI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/meK0aGSYPRY/s320/232323232%257Ffp539_4_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9539_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had our pick of several pools- indoors and outdoors. The kids had a ball improving their water skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hIdVDndKo0k/ToDGYKqtNOI/AAAAAAAAEoU/GPnDHIhH2cs/s1600/232323232%257Ffp539_9_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9539432%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hIdVDndKo0k/ToDGYKqtNOI/AAAAAAAAEoU/GPnDHIhH2cs/s320/232323232%257Ffp539_9_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9539432%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The deer on the mountain are so used to tourists that they are pretty tame. We were able to hand feed and pet some of them. It was so neat to walk out our door or sit on our back deck and be greeted by these graceful creatures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pa32O-XKR8/ToDGY4Y_CyI/AAAAAAAAEoY/Oitu4qBhOcs/s1600/232323232%257Ffp539___nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_952%253B%253B32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pa32O-XKR8/ToDGY4Y_CyI/AAAAAAAAEoY/Oitu4qBhOcs/s320/232323232%257Ffp539___nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_952%253B%253B32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rich took each of the kids for a go-kart ride. Kimberly can't wait until she is tall enough to drive one herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i83Hhq6626w/ToDGa7qOFzI/AAAAAAAAEoc/47Va8unmtBM/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633%253B3_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9474932%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i83Hhq6626w/ToDGa7qOFzI/AAAAAAAAEoc/47Va8unmtBM/s320/232323232%257Ffp633%253B3_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9474932%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The view from the overlook above our condo was nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FHK-w3wC-ng/ToDGb3iEnbI/AAAAAAAAEog/sHfD4knWhXE/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D354___3%253B_232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FHK-w3wC-ng/ToDGb3iEnbI/AAAAAAAAEog/sHfD4knWhXE/s320/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D354___3%253B_232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;On the back deck of our condo- time for a family photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oBUKM7uXMNo/ToDGdYkQ82I/AAAAAAAAEok/Cjiw8uNnnyA/s1600/232323232%257Ffp5397%253B_nu%253D3683_988_9_%253B_2774988_%253B_23_ot1lsi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oBUKM7uXMNo/ToDGdYkQ82I/AAAAAAAAEok/Cjiw8uNnnyA/s320/232323232%257Ffp5397%253B_nu%253D3683_988_9_%253B_2774988_%253B_23_ot1lsi.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿It was so nice to get away with no phone or email for an entire week. I could probably live like that:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-6587792145256165191?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/6587792145256165191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=6587792145256165191&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/6587792145256165191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/6587792145256165191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/09/vacation.html' title='Vacation!'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BCoVRh534bs/ToDGWr3_mLI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/meK0aGSYPRY/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp539_4_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9539_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-3018499141477400581</id><published>2011-09-23T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T09:16:59.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Adoption Support</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last night I was able to get out with four other adoptive moms for some much needed chat time. I do have wonderful friends and family that encourage me regularly, but knowing that someone &lt;em&gt;truly &lt;/em&gt;understands what you are going through is such a blessing. Adopting an older, special-needs child is &lt;em&gt;hard. &lt;/em&gt;The difficulty of it can only be understood by those that have gone through it themselves. &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: center;"&gt;I love these ladies, who remind me that I am in it for the long haul and that I will &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; give up- because God will never give up on me. Thank you, ladies, for making me laugh last night and for letting me share my heart. Love you gals! How 'bout that Italian version of banana pudding, huh? &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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g7fr9jt1FN8/TnyqbuuGjZI/AAAAAAAAEoI/fzS6s6UmlC8/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g7fr9jt1FN8/TnyqbuuGjZI/AAAAAAAAEoI/fzS6s6UmlC8/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Notice the waiter in the background. Cheesepuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On that same note...(the note of adoption, not cheesy waiters who are trying to steal my photo op...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's an update on Mira:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gmIZYPxvRRs/TnyqcvgQ_XI/AAAAAAAAEoM/g0-UL-FA-88/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63243%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3347739%25253B%25253C732%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gmIZYPxvRRs/TnyqcvgQ_XI/AAAAAAAAEoM/g0-UL-FA-88/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63243%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3347739%25253B%25253C732%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;August 30th marked Mira's&amp;nbsp;two year anniversary as part of the Wells family. Yay! I can't believe it's been two years! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are making our yearly rounds through the specialists with some new ones thrown in. Mira has a big urodynamic study at UNC coming up. I could use your prayers for that, since Mira gets very nervous and upset in any type of medical environment and it just makes everything more difficult to do. The results of that study will determine if Mira needs to have a surgery for a bladder sling and also if we need to begin a regular catheter regime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We see a GI specialist next week. We will find out then if Mira will need a feeding tube. Hopefully we will also get a real diagnosis as to why Mira is not gaining weight. ﻿We recently learned that Mira's body is not absorbing nutrients the way it should, and also that she is bleeding internally. The blood loss is minimal, but we need to find out where and why as it it causing anemia. I really would appreciate your prayers for definitive answers by the end of this month. I just feel like so much is on hold with Mira and that she can't really enjoy life as long as we have all these questions and appointments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mira still has a syrinx in her spinal cord, but for the time being we have decided to leave it. She isn't in pain from it and it doesn't cause mobility issues. Mira has major issues with her knees and hips, but we have also decided to leave those for the time being. She should start using a wheelchair this month. I'm excited about getting her out of the stroller- no more babies in this house! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mira moved out of the nursery at church this month. This is a huge deal for her! I'm excited to see how much she is able to learn in the preschool class. We are also looking for a preschool for Mira. So far, we haven't found one that meets our expectations for Mira. Please keep us in your prayers- it is a hard decision for me to leave any of my children with others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mira started working with a new physical therapist this month and will start working with a new speech therapist soon. She enjoys her therapy time. I'm praying for major improvement in her cognitive abilities. It will be so nice when Mira can answer my questions concerning her feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, just an update for those of you that keep up with our adoption story. Thanks for all your prayers and support. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-3018499141477400581?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/3018499141477400581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=3018499141477400581&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/3018499141477400581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/3018499141477400581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/09/adoption-support.html' title='Adoption Support'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g7fr9jt1FN8/TnyqbuuGjZI/AAAAAAAAEoI/fzS6s6UmlC8/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-1804290753225256887</id><published>2011-09-21T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T08:20:02.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easy decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrifting'/><title type='text'>Before &amp; After</title><content type='html'>Found this sturdy table for $12 at Goodwill. Colors are all wrong for my house and there is a hole in the top for a lamp cord. But...it's solid and has good storage, perfect for Rich's side of the bed:) &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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8X45SeYq7Hs/Tnn_euVlXgI/AAAAAAAAEn4/miwkU0rrFFc/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8X45SeYq7Hs/Tnn_euVlXgI/AAAAAAAAEn4/miwkU0rrFFc/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I glued a wood applique over the hole and decoupaged toile fabric over the glass top. With a little black and ivory spray paint, this table turns into something quite lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JlWbrP1t3CA/Tnn_ftTU-6I/AAAAAAAAEn8/ba_i8WQmQ8o/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63254%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D334773%25253A23532%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JlWbrP1t3CA/Tnn_ftTU-6I/AAAAAAAAEn8/ba_i8WQmQ8o/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63254%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D334773%25253A23532%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Next up is this little green table I found for $9 at Goodwill the same evening I bough the other table. I love little tables! Again, the color is all wrong, but a can of spray paint can fix that easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hP6YynukMsI/Tnn_h3675UI/AAAAAAAAEoA/OtGkx7ZutuQ/s1600/232323232%257Ffp6325__nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D356647_95232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hP6YynukMsI/Tnn_h3675UI/AAAAAAAAEoA/OtGkx7ZutuQ/s320/232323232%257Ffp6325__nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D356647_95232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's a perfect side table in my living room. Love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ry1EUhLXPi0/Tnn_jpt_R8I/AAAAAAAAEoE/9wYtMTWZ6KQ/s1600/232323232%257Ffp5399%253B_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_8_36%253B32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ry1EUhLXPi0/Tnn_jpt_R8I/AAAAAAAAEoE/9wYtMTWZ6KQ/s320/232323232%257Ffp5399%253B_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_8_36%253B32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vacation photos are coming soon. What have you been working on lately?﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-1804290753225256887?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/1804290753225256887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=1804290753225256887&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/1804290753225256887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/1804290753225256887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/09/before-after.html' title='Before &amp; After'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8X45SeYq7Hs/Tnn_euVlXgI/AAAAAAAAEn4/miwkU0rrFFc/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-2112095090570073984</id><published>2011-09-08T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T12:17:41.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><title type='text'>What we've been up to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The first month of our new school year has just flown by! We are having a great year so far, and learning so much.&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: center;"&gt;We are studying flying creatures this year. We love exploring and finding nests, feathers, flying insects, birds, and bats. We are spending as much time outside as possible and are enjoying the hiking trails of a local state forest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Looking into a tree hollow (hoping to see a sleeping bat or owl).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z0qjruiDajk/TmkRCcsuWaI/AAAAAAAAEnc/2w2w3Ix8WIw/s1600/232323232%257Ffp539___nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_952%253B%253B32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z0qjruiDajk/TmkRCcsuWaI/AAAAAAAAEnc/2w2w3Ix8WIw/s320/232323232%257Ffp539___nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_952%253B%253B32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&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: center;"&gt;We are also really focusing on loving and serving others this year. Every day, we pray for our friends and family and at least once a week we set aside time to make cards and write letters to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VZZk1S7rAFE/TmkRDhGPBXI/AAAAAAAAEng/q3tcr6qpB7E/s1600/232323232%257Ffp33+%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3233836+%253B269%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VZZk1S7rAFE/TmkRDhGPBXI/AAAAAAAAEng/q3tcr6qpB7E/s320/232323232%257Ffp33+%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3233836+%253B269%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We just finished a history chapter on the Celts (Dark Ages). Did you know that they greased their hair with animal fat and painted themselves blue? I didn't have any blue body paint -guess I ran out:), so we made do with make-up and a little acrylic paint and used mousse to spike the kids hair up. They tried to look ferocious for this picture- LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7qMD_cZUiU/TmkRFeFwv0I/AAAAAAAAEnk/n5SBtjNFUqA/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D354___3%253B_232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7qMD_cZUiU/TmkRFeFwv0I/AAAAAAAAEnk/n5SBtjNFUqA/s320/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D354___3%253B_232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mira loves being outdoors. She doesn't enjoy joining in with school unless fresh air or water is involved. Here we are on a hiking trip. I'm so proud of Lauren for hiking over a mile all by herself! That is a huge accomplishment with walking sticks! She was one tired little girl when we got home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BKXrfFfhlc0/TmkRH9nofhI/AAAAAAAAEno/j_2E27_XM8o/s1600/232323232%257Ffp53986_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9533232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BKXrfFfhlc0/TmkRH9nofhI/AAAAAAAAEno/j_2E27_XM8o/s320/232323232%257Ffp53986_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9533232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Moss and mold and fungi, oh my! So fascinating. The kids loved this spongy fungus that was growing on this rotten tree. It felt like playdough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8IxqmU49qnM/TmkRLmnk-VI/AAAAAAAAEns/m0fZRvmAbAQ/s1600/232323232%257Ffp53998_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_8_3_232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8IxqmU49qnM/TmkRLmnk-VI/AAAAAAAAEns/m0fZRvmAbAQ/s320/232323232%257Ffp53998_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_8_3_232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We love to watch documentaries focusing on what we are learning. Here we watch "The Life of Birds," A really neat series that we are working our way through. Notice that Thomas doesn't seem to care about watching flying creatures on TV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hV1R2pmlSoo/TmkRNCaz4fI/AAAAAAAAEnw/Ob5YoD7TQGQ/s1600/232323232%257Ffp63259_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_%253B523532%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hV1R2pmlSoo/TmkRNCaz4fI/AAAAAAAAEnw/Ob5YoD7TQGQ/s320/232323232%257Ffp63259_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_%253B523532%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This next picture has nothing to do with school but it's too cute to NOT put in this post:) Brandon fell asleep during one of our Family Movie Nights and Gracie had to curl up next to him. We love our sweet kitties!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ncf7racyiLE/TmkRPAM-zhI/AAAAAAAAEn0/GR4yLLsAzsg/s1600/232323232%257Ffp63268_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D356648498_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ncf7racyiLE/TmkRPAM-zhI/AAAAAAAAEn0/GR4yLLsAzsg/s320/232323232%257Ffp63268_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D356648498_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're off to the mountains! See you soon!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-2112095090570073984?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/2112095090570073984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=2112095090570073984&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/2112095090570073984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/2112095090570073984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-weve-been-up-to.html' title='What we&apos;ve been up to...'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z0qjruiDajk/TmkRCcsuWaI/AAAAAAAAEnc/2w2w3Ix8WIw/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp539___nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_952%253B%253B32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-4859813098971606013</id><published>2011-09-06T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T06:50:12.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I feel about Facebook</title><content type='html'>I have now been a month without Facebook. It's been nice. Last night I activated my account because I really needed to get in touch with someone and had no other way to do so. I was a little worried that it would be too tempting and I would get sucked back in to my old FB habits. Let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Facebook for a number of reasons, and I hate it for a number of reasons. I first joined Facebook in 2009 while Lauren was in the hospital recovering from major surgery. I didn't want to receive multiple calls to Lauren's room, she needed her rest. I also didn't want to have to send out multiple emails or worry about compromising the email accounts of others (hospital internet isn't really secure). So, I created a FB account, thinking that if I got "hacked" I could just delete the account with no worries. Facebook helped me get through 20 days in the hospital. I was able to feel like a part of the outside world and keep up with my friends. I knew they were keeping up with me and praying for Lauren. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got home, I didn't really use Facebook for a while. Then, slowly, old friends started "finding" me and I started spending more time on the computer. I would keep up with the lives of others and let others know what was going on in mine. At first it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a few months ago, I started feeling really convicted about a number of things. I realized that I was spending a little too much time focused on the lives of other people, looking at what they were doing and judging their lifestyles. Sometimes I would go to bed really upset because I felt that someone was wasting their life or not living rightly. I would pray about it, but the concern and sometimes anger would not go away. I began to realize that sometimes it is not a good thing to be so visible to others. I also began to worry that maybe I was judging too harshly and was losing the ability to give grace to others. I did not like the feelings I was having or the person I was turning into. I also could not say "no" to friend requests (that just seems so rude) and was sometimes embarrassed by the language or lives of others. I not only want my life to honor God, but my friendships to glorify Him also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also began to realize that Facebook can foster feelings of discontent and jealousy. People are so visible to each other, and we love to give status updates on our lives (I know I did!). Sometimes, I would forget to praise God for my blessings and instead would complain about the blessings I perceived others to have. I also was on the receiving end of the jealousy of others. That is not a nice things to deal with! There were times when I would share a blessing that our family received and I would get comments like, "Must be nice!" "Wish we could do that, we just don't have the (time, money, ability)." An "I'm so thrilled for you!" would have been so much nicer to read. It's a bad feeling when you think you can't share your joys with your friends. The worst is when someone is envious of your fortunes but is can't seem to see all the blessings that are right under their own noses. I am guilty of this! Rich and I don't date regularly. We go out on less than 5 dates a year(last year was 3). All the time, I hear people talking about their wonderful date nights with their hubbies and I get a little envious. Then I have to remember, we don't get date nights because we have five children to take care of and we CHOSE to adopt a little girl with severe needs, many couples can't have children and aren't even able to adopt. We might not have money for expensive dates but we are able to pay our medical bills, many folks can't. Many folks feel that they need date nights for their marriage to succeed, Rich and I have a good marriage and we don't need to leave the house for that to be so. We might not take cruises or go to Disney World like other families I see on FB, but we have been blessed with some wonderful vacations given to us by dear friends who are willing to share their beach house or mountain cabins with us. Our family has received blessing after blessings but I believe Facebook caused me to forget my blessings! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, about a month ago, I decided to deactivate my Facebook account. It has been the most freeing thing. I have more time in my week, I'm not concerned with what others are doing, I'm not letting others know my every move. I'm not jealous of who is getting together with who (why wasn't I invited?) and no one knows what I'm doing. I am more at peace than I have been in a while. Who knew Facebook could steal peace? My real friends know where I am, they can email me or pick up the phone and call me. Real face time is so much better than a few words on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said...I like Facebook because it allows me to update people on the urgent prayer needs of our family. When I'm in the hospital, as mentioned above, it keeps me from going crazy and feeling out of the loop. When I was sick for 3 months earlier this year, FB allowed people to share their words of comfort and allowed me to know how to use my time to pray for others.Facebook is the quickest way to get a word out, like when my Dad passed away. There are some really &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; things about Facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dilemma has been this: How can I make Facebook work for me? I'm still praying about it, I'm such an all-or-nothing gal that I'm afraid of being sucked back in again if I keep my account. Here's what I think will happen. I think I will keep my FB account. I will no longer post status updates, unless we are having medical concerns that I know my church family is praying about. I will not look at the FB walls of others unless I am specifically writing that person. I would prefer to write everything in a private message and no longer have anything public. I am always surprised at the level of jealousy people (especially women) develop over the friendships of others. Myself included. As of this morning, I have opted not to receive any FB notifications unless someone has written directly on my wall or sent me a message. I don't care who "liked" what status, I don't need to be invited to a game or club, I don't want to be worried about who commented on a photo of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to chat, please email me anytime. lydia@strongsignals.net. If you live local- call me!!! I'd love some real face time with my gal pals. Let's get together soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about Facebook? I'd love to know your thoughts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-4859813098971606013?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/4859813098971606013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=4859813098971606013&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/4859813098971606013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/4859813098971606013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-i-feel-about-facebook.html' title='How I feel about Facebook'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-3612739341991025325</id><published>2011-09-01T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T05:48:08.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say, "Project Runway Addiction"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xyPKlPa8gQY/Tl9-JEO2KxI/AAAAAAAAEnU/E0rDH5Fybb8/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63243%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3347739%25253B%25253C732%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xyPKlPa8gQY/Tl9-JEO2KxI/AAAAAAAAEnU/E0rDH5Fybb8/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63243%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3347739%25253B%25253C732%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The girls are full swing into designing clothes for their 18" dolls. Note the assistance of sweet Thomas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dZ17qHQ4tgw/Tl9-KIhKuDI/AAAAAAAAEnY/8KkMb5cYhao/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63254%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D334773%25253A23532%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dZ17qHQ4tgw/Tl9-KIhKuDI/AAAAAAAAEnY/8KkMb5cYhao/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63254%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D334773%25253A23532%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kimberly has been begging for a real sewing machine of her own. Hopefully﻿, this month she will begin sewing lessons with her grandmother (my mom). Can't wait to see what our Christmas gifts from Kimberly will be this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-3612739341991025325?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/3612739341991025325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=3612739341991025325&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/3612739341991025325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/3612739341991025325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/09/can-you-say-project-runway-addiction.html' title='Can you say, &quot;Project Runway Addiction&quot;?'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xyPKlPa8gQY/Tl9-JEO2KxI/AAAAAAAAEnU/E0rDH5Fybb8/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp63243%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3347739%25253B%25253C732%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-8941107669719698144</id><published>2011-08-29T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T07:27:12.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><title type='text'>Bugs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The homeschoolers in our church were recently privileged to receive a visit from two entomologists from NC State. What a fun lesson! You can go here for more info on planning your own experience with bugs: &lt;a href="http://www.cals.ncsu.edu/entomology/"&gt;NC State University Dept of Entomology&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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My kids really loved this outing. We met at our church for an hour and a half of learning all about insects. We were able to see insects from all over the world, from the rainforest in South America to Australia. All of my children (except Lauren) loved being able to hold some of the creepy crawlies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dL2uT4tpjpc/TludYlem1yI/AAAAAAAAEm4/zOg-RihBKRo/s1600/232323232%257Ffp539%253B2_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9537232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dL2uT4tpjpc/TludYlem1yI/AAAAAAAAEm4/zOg-RihBKRo/s320/232323232%257Ffp539%253B2_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9537232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brandon checks out the flying insects, butterflies and dragon flies and beetles, which are long dead and pinned to boards. We think we are going to start something like this with the dead insects that we find. No killing for us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BiamUTu9JCc/TludagGpEHI/AAAAAAAAEm8/QXQwwIzcaHs/s1600/232323232%257Ffp539_4_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9539_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BiamUTu9JCc/TludagGpEHI/AAAAAAAAEm8/QXQwwIzcaHs/s320/232323232%257Ffp539_4_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9539_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was asked if I wanted to hold this live hissing cockroach. No thanks, I'll just take a photo while &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; hold it:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJE1WZd4XgE/TludeRbKGeI/AAAAAAAAEnA/Bpu2LBa9MB4/s1600/232323232%257Ffp539_9_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9539432%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJE1WZd4XgE/TludeRbKGeI/AAAAAAAAEnA/Bpu2LBa9MB4/s320/232323232%257Ffp539_9_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9539432%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had 15 kids at this session, it made for a good variety of questions and interest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMg8IgWo8C0/TludgqX_N7I/AAAAAAAAEnE/GvrfENTPp6M/s1600/232323232%257Ffp5397%253B_nu%253D3683_988_9_%253B_2774988_%253B_23_ot1lsi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMg8IgWo8C0/TludgqX_N7I/AAAAAAAAEnE/GvrfENTPp6M/s320/232323232%257Ffp5397%253B_nu%253D3683_988_9_%253B_2774988_%253B_23_ot1lsi.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Connor was a bit braver than Brandon. Here, he gets excited about a walking stick insect(not from NC). My only real exposure to walking sticks is from the movie, "It's a Bug's Life." And the few tiny ones we have found around here. Did you know that females have wings? Neat, huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also got to see and hold an Australian walking stick which is more like a &lt;em&gt;branch&lt;/em&gt;, it's so big. I hate that I don't have a picture of that. I'm pretty sure all the scariest looking creatures in the world are from Australia. Although the rainforests of the world are a good contender...the big, the bad, and the ugly, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_oN_AbI5VQ/Tludi_14hKI/AAAAAAAAEnI/SZ-BYgTvUOk/s1600/232323232%257Ffp53984_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_953_332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_oN_AbI5VQ/Tludi_14hKI/AAAAAAAAEnI/SZ-BYgTvUOk/s320/232323232%257Ffp53984_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_953_332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I believe this critter is also from Australia but I cannot remember what it is called. It closely resembles a scorpion without the stinging tail. Once again, I was asked if I would like to hold this insect, and once again I said no. The kids of course, had no problems jumping in and holding out arms and hands. Several bugs managed to crawl up the chests and necks of a few kids. (shudder)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-csBJC0tNUls/Tludki7a4hI/AAAAAAAAEnM/RJnaMB5Z09s/s1600/232323232%257Ffp53997_nu%253D3683_988_9_9_2774988_%253B_23_ot1lsi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-csBJC0tNUls/Tludki7a4hI/AAAAAAAAEnM/RJnaMB5Z09s/s320/232323232%257Ffp53997_nu%253D3683_988_9_9_2774988_%253B_23_ot1lsi.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Connor holds the biggest millipede I've ever seen. When scared, this critter squirts out an orange liquid that is harmless to humans but can cause illness in its predators.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0gJcMoDlGw/Tludpuz0uqI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/aBktDn3eQX0/s1600/232323232%257Ffp539%253B7_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9538432%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0gJcMoDlGw/Tludpuz0uqI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/aBktDn3eQX0/s320/232323232%257Ffp539%253B7_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9538432%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kimberly watches a brave little friend hold one of the walking sticks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't get many photos but came home with lots of information. Nothing like hands-on experience to teach one about BUGS!!!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-8941107669719698144?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/8941107669719698144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=8941107669719698144&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/8941107669719698144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/8941107669719698144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/08/bugs.html' title='Bugs!'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dL2uT4tpjpc/TludYlem1yI/AAAAAAAAEm4/zOg-RihBKRo/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp539%253B2_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3683_9537232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-8758538850613452954</id><published>2011-08-24T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T14:27:54.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite posts'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I've known Harry Potter almost as long as I've known Rich. Shortly after we (Rich and I, not me and Harry Potter)&amp;nbsp;got engaged, I was alone in Barnes &amp;amp; Noble and my eyes happened to fall upon a book titled, "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone." It looked interesting so I picked it up and read the cover insert. I had never heard of the author, and actually assumed at that moment that J.K. Rowling was a man. The Harry Potter craze had not yet hit the U.S. On a whim, I bought the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and fell totally in love. The story grabbed me from the very first sentence. I read the book straight through in one sitting and upon closing it, determined that I would promptly re-read it. And I did. Only this time, I read the book more slowly, really taking the time to savor it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I began telling friends and family about the book and how good it was. No one paid much attention to me. I anxiously awaited the next book by the author, not really knowing if there &lt;em&gt;would &lt;/em&gt;be another. For some reason, I never bothered to research the author or the books, so I had no idea that more books were forthcoming and had already hit the stores in the UK. Remember, at that time there was no Google or Wikipedia. I worked across the street from Barnes &amp;amp; Noble at that time, so I made pretty frequent trips to check out the lastest arrivals. When the second book &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; come out, I grabbed it up. Then I ran home and &lt;em&gt;gobbled&lt;/em&gt; it up. It was just as good as, if not better than, the first. And the books just kept getting better. To this day, I still can't tell you which of the eight books is my favorite. I love them all. So, I kept buying the books, and&amp;nbsp;I kept reading them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And then the craze hit. Suddenly I was hearing about Harry Potter everywhere, even adults were falling in love with the books! I was right there with them. My timeline may be a little off, but I think the first movie hit the theaters around the same time the&amp;nbsp;fourth or fifth&amp;nbsp;book came out. I was heavily pregnant with my firstborn when Rich and I went to see that first movie. I remember the long line at the theater. I remember the ushers opening the doors and everyone racing to find a good seat. I was neck-and-neck with a cute kid in superhero pajamas and bright green rainboots. I think he had a black cape on also. All I know, is that I was bound and determined to beat that 3 year old to the best seat in the house. Poor Rich got left behind, he couldn't even see me over the crowd. Despite all the kids in the theater, there was an almost magical hush when the lights dimmed and the movie started. And everything else from that point on &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; magic. I love that my 25 year old self could share a theater with 3 and 4 year olds, with teenagers, and with my 35 year old husband and revel in the magic that &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; Harry Potter. We all cheered and laughed together. We watched with baited breath as Harry came face-to-face with Voldemort. It was history in the making, the story that would change the world indeed. Kids who once hated reading were now devouring the books cover to cover. Adults who had forgotten what it was to be a child&amp;nbsp;and lose oneself in a book were now remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And so the books kept coming and so did the movies. I enjoyed them all. Books are always better than movies, but I must say that I have thoroughly enjoyed the Harry Potter movies. I have watched Daniel, Rupert, and Emma grow from precocious pre-teens to mature young adults. I love them almost as much as I love Harry, Ron, and Hermione. I'm not a follower of pop culture and I'm not a big fan of watching the lives of the rich and famous. But I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; followed the shenanigans of the entire cast of the Harry Potter movies. I know, I'm crazy. Alan Rickman brought Snape to life in ways I never thought possible. Snape is, of course, &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; favorite character. He's the one we all love to hate, and&amp;nbsp;in the end, he's the one we love wholeheartedly because we understand him, &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;. Imelda Staunton did for Dolores Umbridge what my imagination never could, she made her horribly real. Never, in all my years of reading books and watching movies have I hated a character so much. She is a &lt;em&gt;fantastic&lt;/em&gt; actress. I adored Richard Harris, and then later, Michael Gambon, as Dumbledore. Tom Felton made a very good Draco Malfoy. And...so...on. The casting for the movies has been spot on. Yes, I love the Harry Potter movies. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Still, I love the books far more. I have read all the books several times. I have waited with baited breath for each new installment in the series. Upon buying the new copy, I make sure I have a number of hours with no real committments and then I start to read. I have sometimes stayed up all night to finish a book. They are too good to put down, and too exciting to lay aside the first time you read them. After I have finished each book, I have breathed a deep sigh. A sigh of contentment, because I know the book could not have been written any better and the story played out in a perfect way, although not in an always expected way. A sigh of sadness, because the book was finished and I now knew how it ended. I wasn't too sad, however, because I knew more books were to come. ...Until Rowling wrote the final book in the Harry Potter saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When the last book became available on Amazon for pre-order, I ordered it right away.&amp;nbsp;I anxiously awaited its arrival. And then, when it did come, I did something I had never done before. I waited two weeks to read it. I knew that "The Deathly Hallows" would be the last of the Harry Potter books and I didn't want the magic to end. I read that last book far more slowly than I had read any of its predecessors. I loved every minute of it. I actually sobbed out loud at parts, and continuously cheered the characters on (or scolded them, as in the case of Ron) throughout the book. I nodded and bit my lip through the last battle and "death" scene, as understanding came full circle. I got chills as I compared each part of the last story to the Christian walk, I exclaimed in excitement over the allegorical moments...even if the author didn't intend them to be there. And when it was all over, when the last sentence had been read, I slowly closed the book with a big sigh and a holding back of tears. It could not have ended any other way. At least, not for me. Everything I needed to know about Harry Potter and his world, I now knew. Everything that needed to happen, happened. It was &lt;em&gt;absolutely perfect&lt;/em&gt;. I will stand by that until my dying day, even though others may disagree. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; J.K. Rowling knows how to write. She knows how to start a book so that it catches one from the first sentence. She knows how to keep an audience on the edge of its seat. She knows how to write a book that is just as good read aloud as it is read to oneself. She knows how to keep the momentum going for eight amazing books. And she knows how to end a series well. Not many authors can claim all&amp;nbsp;these things.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And the last movie? I haven't seen it yet. I'm scared to. When the credits roll, it will be like saying goodbye to very dear friends, despite the fact that I can revisit them time and again for the rest of my days. When I think of saying goodby to Hagrid and Professor McGonogall, to Luna and Neville, To Harry and Ron and Hermione, an ache starts in my chest and I feel a little emotional. The first 25 years of my life were spent with one foot in Narnia. These last ten years, that foot has straddled the line between Cair Paravel and Hogwartz. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thank you, J.K. Rowling, for reminding adults everywhere that childlike wonder doesn't end when childhood does. Thank you for writing&amp;nbsp;books that we can share with our children, books filled with courage and hope and love, all those things we want to teach our children but maybe don't know how to exemplify. Thank you for reminding readers everywhere that there is a very real line between evil and goodness and for portraying the good side as the one to be on. Thank you for loving your characters so much that the readers could feel it and fell in love with them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.K. Rowling, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you&lt;/em&gt; for the last 13 years. It's been magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/269/AC493A73215AED074F94E03173114766.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-8758538850613452954?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/8758538850613452954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=8758538850613452954&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/8758538850613452954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/8758538850613452954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/08/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-1266637433866209770</id><published>2011-08-21T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T16:34:08.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>As you know, I'm in the process of updating my blog. In doing so, I'm re-reading many old posts. I am amazed at all that God has done in my life over the past 4 years. It's enough to bring me to my knees in thanksgiving. I'm also really enjoying reading some of the comments that my Dad left on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that really amazes me is the blog post I wrote just a few minutes (I hit &lt;b&gt;publish&lt;/b&gt; 5 minutes before the phone rang) before discovering that Dad had brain cancer and was dying. God knew the mindset that I needed to have, because He knew what was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read that post here: &lt;a href="http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2010/05/conversations-with-kids.html"&gt;Conversations with Kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These reminders of God's goodness and faithfulness...&lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; is why I choose to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-1266637433866209770?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/1266637433866209770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=1266637433866209770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/1266637433866209770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/1266637433866209770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/08/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-1921489916605725881</id><published>2011-08-18T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T14:02:25.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What to Read'/><title type='text'>What I've read this year...that I enjoyed.</title><content type='html'>I adore books. If you've read this blog for any length of time, you know that. I love books so much that I refuse to own a Kindle even though I can CLEARLY see the benefits. More space in my house, quicker access to new books and old favorites, etc. I'm not &lt;em&gt;against&lt;/em&gt; Kindle, I just love marking up and dog-earing my own copies of great writing. I seriously could spend hours in a bookstore and still feel happy if I walk out with nothing. If I had a Kindle, I could probably find what I want more easily than perusing through a used bookstore searching for that one copy of something I lost years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I should also tell you that &lt;em&gt;despite being married to a computer engineer, &lt;/em&gt;I&amp;nbsp;start kicking and screaming when confronted with the choice to go more technical or electronic. This is why no one ever receives text messages back from me. My darling husband just this week managed to rid me of my old flip phone. I, so far, have managed to prevent the dear man from getting a flat screen TV. We have one of those old boxy TVs that no one owns anymore. I do love the internet, but even that gets to me on most days. So, you can see why I'm fighting against owning a Kindle even though it is the one gift that everyone assumes this bookworm will love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was just a little something for you to learn about me...not that you wanted to:) I'd love to know how many of you own a Kindle and what you think of it. Do you really use it? Do you still read "real" books? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway- on to the book discussion! Here we are, into month eight of 2011. I've read a number of books this year and wanted to recommend a few for great reading and discussions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;The Hospitality Commands&lt;/em&gt; by Alexander Strauch.&amp;nbsp; Read it. Even if you don't think that you struggle in this area. Good food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;The Happening&lt;/em&gt; by Harvey Yoder. This is a version of the truth about the&amp;nbsp;Amish school shooting (happened in 2006) that is&amp;nbsp;ok for children to read. It would also make a great read-aloud book for a family. Really makes you think about forgiveness and moving on after a tragedy. &amp;nbsp;Not graphic or too scary at all. Told from a child's perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Holding On To Hope&lt;/em&gt; by Nancy Guthrie. Oh wow. If you have had any hardship or trial in your life, this is the book to read. It is the story of one woman's struggle with her own sorrow and grief and how she is able to continue to follow Christ. At the back of the book is an in-depth&amp;nbsp;study on the book of Job which is well worth doing, even if you aren't suffering or struggling right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Living by a Leap of Faith&lt;/em&gt; by Deb and John Ritter. Highly recommended for adoptive families, families of kids with special-needs, people considering fostering or adopting, or even people who wonder how in the world large families do "it" and &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; do they do it? What is so wonderful about this book is that each chapter is written by a different Ritter child and the reader is able to see what a difference a Christian home can make in the life of a hurting child. My faith&amp;nbsp;concerning my own adoption journey was renewed after reading this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;In the Land of Believers&lt;/em&gt; by Gina Welch. The most thought provoking book I have read in recent years. Highly recommended to book clubs everywhere for a great discussion time. Gina Welch is an atheist who goes undercover into the evangelical church movement. Some readers will become angry at her deceit and hardened attitude, some readers will be angry that the church she attended didn't measure up to certain standards. I don't agree with the book author, HOWEVER, I can read the book with compassion and I can examine myself to see if I live in such a way that Christ is apparent to outsiders. This book really shows some of the hypocrisy in the church today&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;but&lt;/em&gt; it also shows how unwilling most non-believers are to even consider the truth of the gospel. Let me know what you think if you read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize these are all non-fiction. I haven't read much fiction this year. I've only read about 40 books so far this year and these were the most impactful. Most of what I read are books dealing with our particular special-needs, so I won't bore you with those selections:) I'd love to try to do a book post every month or so to find out what you are reading and let you know of any reads that I find to be thought-prevoking. Maybe next week, I'll do a post on kids books. We &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; read a lot of kids' books this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-1921489916605725881?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/1921489916605725881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=1921489916605725881&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/1921489916605725881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/1921489916605725881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-ive-read-this-yearthat-i-enjoyed.html' title='What I&apos;ve read this year...that I enjoyed.'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-6437005428246576601</id><published>2011-08-13T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T05:40:11.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books, books, and more books</title><content type='html'>Ok, friends! Time for another book discussion:) It's been a while since we discussed our favorite new reads. You can see up there in the menu bar that I now have a link for all the book posts that have been done on this blog. I still have 200 posts to go through so there may be more, but I thought it would be fun to get some new ideas from y'all. I'm at Mom's house all weekend,so I'll tell you my new favorite finds early next week. Be thinking of books you OR YOUR CHILDREN have read lately that have made an impact and let's start talkin'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-6437005428246576601?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/6437005428246576601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=6437005428246576601&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/6437005428246576601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/6437005428246576601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/08/books-books-and-more-books.html' title='Books, books, and more books'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-4187244811670373906</id><published>2011-08-11T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T17:15:48.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew- blogging is hard work!</title><content type='html'>Ok- I think I have the format I want now...I'm no techie and I seriously don't want to be. I have enough on my plate without spending time keeping up with the writing of multiple blogs. I still have about 200 blog posts to re-read and label, but I can take my time doing that. I have deleted all my personal blogs except for this one and the Ukraine one (which I'll keep for the sake of other adoptive parents).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just below the blog title you can see a menu bar with different links. The sites and blogs is for my personal reference, people and sites I want to keep up with, but feel free to peruse them:) I was asked my another blogger to please keep my recipes and DIY projects. You can see the recipes in the menu bar, and the labels to your left there should help you find my DIY projects. So, between the menu and the label cloud, you should be able to access anything on this blog that you want to. Let me know if there is anything you want me to do differently or would like me to show more of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-4187244811670373906?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/4187244811670373906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=4187244811670373906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/4187244811670373906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/4187244811670373906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/08/whew-blogging-is-hard-work.html' title='Whew- blogging is hard work!'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-3152153821747998505</id><published>2011-08-09T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T17:14:45.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under construction</title><content type='html'>I'm in the process of importing all my posts from my other blog. I'm also wanting to gather my writings from our adoption journey and put those on this blog...if I can find them all. So please, be patient with me as I organize this site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Year's Resolution this past New Year was to live &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;intentionally. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I have since changed that to the more realistic expectation of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;balancing life with joy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. (Thank you, Georgia, for introducing me to that phrase) If I am going to blog, I want it to be &lt;i&gt;real,&lt;/i&gt; I want you to see me as I really am, a woman who loves Jesus and wants to follow Him, but who sometimes struggles in doing just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I want you, dear readers, to know that adopting was &lt;i&gt;hard, &lt;/i&gt;but the blessings far outweigh the trials. Losing a loved one is difficult, but the promise of heaven is far easier to bear. Having (and homeschooling) 5 kids is no walk in the park, but oh, the laughter and amazing lessons that it brings! Medically fragile children bring with them a different kind of fear, but the courage learned is worth the price.Loving God with all my heart,&amp;nbsp; mind, and soul is a hard road to walk but one very much worth walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my "new" blog will be all the joys and trials that is a part of my life. I want to really show you the difficult things, the trials and the hard lessons learned. But I also want to balance that with all the joys that are in my life- homeschooling fun, DIY projects, time with girlfriends, family vacations, etc. Life is full of blessings!! May I daily count &lt;i&gt;every&lt;/i&gt; one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-3152153821747998505?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/3152153821747998505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=3152153821747998505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/3152153821747998505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/3152153821747998505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/08/under-construction.html' title='Under construction'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-6443780081883903408</id><published>2011-08-01T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T18:35:43.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Recipes'/><title type='text'>Food, food,and some raspberry lemonade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A sweet friend surprised us with a bag of goodies from her garden. I was so excited to be able to make little mini crust-less quiches with the veggies and herbs. &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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ADbvGXzxuNs/TjanH6grWnI/AAAAAAAAEmc/KPEZylnyFPE/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ADbvGXzxuNs/TjanH6grWnI/AAAAAAAAEmc/KPEZylnyFPE/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;These freeze really well and are also great as breakfast basket fillers (for taking to shut-ins). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GFhTc3p2q1M/TjanI34Zo3I/AAAAAAAAEmg/G2emPItaXGw/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63243%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3347739%25253B%25253C732%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GFhTc3p2q1M/TjanI34Zo3I/AAAAAAAAEmg/G2emPItaXGw/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63243%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3347739%25253B%25253C732%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My friend also delivered fresh-picked cherries right from her own tree. The kids had a blast pitting the cherries (and eating a few). The cherries were probably the sweetest cherries I have ever tasted- so yummy. We enjoyed the cherry pie that we made for July 4th, delicious with vanilla ice cream! Notice the blue and red pinwheel cookies dipped in sprinkles, also yummy:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5alV-M9UFw/TjanKT1SFKI/AAAAAAAAEmk/qGHhyiLj1ew/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63254%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D334773%25253A23532%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5alV-M9UFw/TjanKT1SFKI/AAAAAAAAEmk/qGHhyiLj1ew/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63254%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D334773%25253A23532%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I recently ran across a recipe on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://foodgawker.com/"&gt;Food Gawker&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for raspberry lemonade. I like this recipe because it uses herbal tea (tea is SOOO good for you) as well as fresh lemons (real fruit juice is always best). I don't use real sugar because I really struggle with my weight, but most artificial sweetners aren't that good for you. I've recently switched to Truvia, thanks to my friend, &lt;a href="http://sara-mincy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sara's&lt;/a&gt;, suggestion. I really do like it and after researching, have determined that it is fine for me to have in my coffee and other drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RhEEdxHO7xg/TjanLkLghDI/AAAAAAAAEmo/yhxRKl6GBwM/s1600/232323232%257Ffp33+%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3233836+%253B269%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RhEEdxHO7xg/TjanLkLghDI/AAAAAAAAEmo/yhxRKl6GBwM/s320/232323232%257Ffp33+%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3233836+%253B269%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IqHbMhIHyeY/TjanNL6qxKI/AAAAAAAAEms/JV_no2nKjrM/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633%253B3_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9474932%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IqHbMhIHyeY/TjanNL6qxKI/AAAAAAAAEms/JV_no2nKjrM/s320/232323232%257Ffp633%253B3_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9474932%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Perfect for taking to friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hCKx_ZlBWfU/TjanOjyaMOI/AAAAAAAAEmw/yDbh5pG0ldY/s1600/232323232%257Ffp6325__nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D356647_95232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hCKx_ZlBWfU/TjanOjyaMOI/AAAAAAAAEmw/yDbh5pG0ldY/s320/232323232%257Ffp6325__nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D356647_95232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(I used Starbucks bottles that my Mom gave me in the above photo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last, but certainly not least, I have been on a major mousse kick this summer. It is so very hot here in North Carolina this summer, with record breaking highs. I am craving cool, fruity desserts. I have made mousse the old fashion way and the quick and easy way. I have decided that it is too hot to do anything the old-fashioned way...which requires WORK, whether it be washing clothes or making food. I would never have made it as a pioneer woman. I like this century:) But...I'm getting off track. The heat is&amp;nbsp;frying my brain cells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best way to make mousse: Make your favorite pudding. Lemon is awesome. Then fold in a whole container of Cool Whip. Let it refrigerate for a few hours. Serve in chilled glass bowls. Mmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNa46AxoEJ4/TjanQT9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEm0/RR6bezhBP0Q/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D354___3%253B_232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNa46AxoEJ4/TjanQT9C4tI/AAAAAAAAEm0/RR6bezhBP0Q/s320/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D354___3%253B_232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-6443780081883903408?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/6443780081883903408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=6443780081883903408&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/6443780081883903408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/6443780081883903408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/08/food-foodand-some-raspberry-lemonade.html' title='Food, food,and some raspberry lemonade.'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ADbvGXzxuNs/TjanH6grWnI/AAAAAAAAEmc/KPEZylnyFPE/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-930175507445156209</id><published>2011-07-27T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T18:35:43.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Recipes'/><title type='text'>New Favorite Site</title><content type='html'>I'm still here! I have a couple of big projects that I'm working on, creating an outdoor/porch living space as well as reorganizing the kids rooms and creating more sleep space. Stay tuned for those posts as well as some smaller, fun things I've been working on. For now, I want to introduce you to my favorite new website. Be warned, it's addictive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://foodgawker.com/"&gt;FOOD GAWKER&lt;/a&gt;- the name says it all:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already tried quite a few recipes from this site, but the real beauty is in the photos. Please don't try this at home...when you're hungry. I'm totally serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think! Go ahead, click on the link now: &lt;a href="http://foodgawker.com/"&gt;Food Gawker &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-930175507445156209?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/930175507445156209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=930175507445156209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/930175507445156209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/930175507445156209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-favorite-site.html' title='New Favorite Site'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-1617415795003380108</id><published>2011-07-26T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T14:59:47.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on...</title><content type='html'>&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: center;"&gt;At some point I am going to do a blog post about my father's death. I was with him when he passed from this life into the next and it was so precious and so meaningful. &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: center;"&gt;For now, I am reminded every day, that even when we look death in the eye, life all around us still goes on. We have had a summer of blessings, blessings that we are so undeserving of. Here are a few of the things that have fillled our days in the weeks just before and just after Dad's homegoing.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-anGFpf4fL5A/Ti81UfflvyI/AAAAAAAAElo/OFvkZExkvhg/s1600/283454_10150252403516865_565656864_7479099_942435_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-anGFpf4fL5A/Ti81UfflvyI/AAAAAAAAElo/OFvkZExkvhg/s320/283454_10150252403516865_565656864_7479099_942435_n%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kimberly went to camp for the very first time. This is the first time I have been out of contact with any of my children (or their caregivers) for more than 24 hours. It was very hard for me, but she had a blast and can't wait to go back next summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--L6sbkieopM/Ti81WEUAfXI/AAAAAAAAEls/Y5ucf_WoBG0/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp533%25286%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3237+65%253B6%253B7%253B%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--L6sbkieopM/Ti81WEUAfXI/AAAAAAAAEls/Y5ucf_WoBG0/s320/232323232%25257Ffp533%25286%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3237+65%253B6%253B7%253B%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Setting up a tent in the living room for quiet time is so much fun. So is sleeping in the fort:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RlxFEOvvYJY/Ti81XFvoaoI/AAAAAAAAElw/b4hEx57hJtU/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp5367%25253B%25253Enu%25253D3262%25253E%25253B45%25253E%25253A64%25253E2353%25253B45%25253B5523%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RlxFEOvvYJY/Ti81XFvoaoI/AAAAAAAAElw/b4hEx57hJtU/s320/232323232%25257Ffp5367%25253B%25253Enu%25253D3262%25253E%25253B45%25253E%25253A64%25253E2353%25253B45%25253B5523%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We adopted two new little ones. Meet Gracie and Thomas. You can look forward to more "that other woman" posts on this blog as Gracie has already stolen Rich's heart. Thomas....well, Thomas is all mine:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F1cwTH7lDvM/Ti81Yafu9dI/AAAAAAAAEl0/zJ8IqzbzoyI/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp53645%2529nu%253D323+%252929+%2529792%2529232%253B29+883238ot1lsi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F1cwTH7lDvM/Ti81Yafu9dI/AAAAAAAAEl0/zJ8IqzbzoyI/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53645%2529nu%253D323+%252929+%2529792%2529232%253B29+883238ot1lsi.jpg" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mira continues to thrive. She enjoys having tea parties with Piglet and Gracie at the bottom of the stairs. She's so silly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ATK1N8kMS9k/Ti81apdojQI/AAAAAAAAEl4/z_ky9g4lJMU/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63245%25253Enu%25253D3347%25253E67%25253B%25253E966%25253E243867%25253B%25253A5723%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ATK1N8kMS9k/Ti81apdojQI/AAAAAAAAEl4/z_ky9g4lJMU/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63245%25253Enu%25253D3347%25253E67%25253B%25253E966%25253E243867%25253B%25253A5723%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The girls are pitting cherries for a yummy cherry pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rnJdLpr3Jk0/Ti81c9YxfyI/AAAAAAAAEl8/JAcXsur-foE/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633_7_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D356647_95332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rnJdLpr3Jk0/Ti81c9YxfyI/AAAAAAAAEl8/JAcXsur-foE/s320/232323232%257Ffp633_7_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D356647_95332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We are having record-breaking high temperatures this summer. It's way too hot to be outside unless there is water involved! The boys love a good water gun fight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8bfu8c6pnc8/Ti81e39Si4I/AAAAAAAAEmA/svO4O8gz3Ik/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9477532%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8bfu8c6pnc8/Ti81e39Si4I/AAAAAAAAEmA/svO4O8gz3Ik/s320/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9477532%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We really enjoyed visiting sweet friends and meeting their farm animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iatecxkcYRA/Ti81gD4GmpI/AAAAAAAAEmE/si-JEvYCMik/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_%253B646632%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iatecxkcYRA/Ti81gD4GmpI/AAAAAAAAEmE/si-JEvYCMik/s320/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_%253B646632%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mira gets up close and personal with this hen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Tj7U4LThYo/Ti81iU4KuxI/AAAAAAAAEmI/gUUiUaENTLo/s1600/232323232%257Ffp6324__nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9648_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Tj7U4LThYo/Ti81iU4KuxI/AAAAAAAAEmI/gUUiUaENTLo/s320/232323232%257Ffp6324__nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9648_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our church celebrated it's annual Family FunFest. Rich and Kimberly worked all day at the FunFest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EN6BzENWraM/Ti81kFzXToI/AAAAAAAAEmM/gWJMhUsAZCo/s1600/232323232%257Ffp6326%253B_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_947%253B_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EN6BzENWraM/Ti81kFzXToI/AAAAAAAAEmM/gWJMhUsAZCo/s320/232323232%257Ffp6326%253B_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_947%253B_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The boys turned 6! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ETDNb0U-tp0/Ti81lniRN2I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/Jm77SnJIf9s/s1600/232323232%257Ffp6339__nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3532_687_332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ETDNb0U-tp0/Ti81lniRN2I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/Jm77SnJIf9s/s320/232323232%257Ffp6339__nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3532_687_332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I took Lauren and my niece to get make-overs. It was so fun and they looked quite...colorful when done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lO0wM3c4UUM/Ti81nM67GhI/AAAAAAAAEmU/neUFs4I2Pnk/s1600/232323232%257Ffp63258_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487__83_632%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lO0wM3c4UUM/Ti81nM67GhI/AAAAAAAAEmU/neUFs4I2Pnk/s320/232323232%257Ffp63258_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487__83_632%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I so enjoyed getting away with friends for a day of thrifting recently. We stumbled across this yardsale going from one place to the next. So fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O1-pkJSKR8w/Ti81qYawpJI/AAAAAAAAEmY/2ZwAXoMYk68/s1600/232323232%257Ffp63259_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3532_6844832%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O1-pkJSKR8w/Ti81qYawpJI/AAAAAAAAEmY/2ZwAXoMYk68/s320/232323232%257Ffp63259_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3532_6844832%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids all started swim lessons this week. Kimberly has had lessons, but the boys haven't. We are so blessed to have found an instructor who is comfortable teaching Lauren how to swim. We&amp;nbsp; kind of "fell" into this blessing and it just shows that even after 4 years of looking and praying- God was finally ready to answer YES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you are all taking time to smell the roses and enjoy each moment of your summer days. God is good and so faithful to provide all we need.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-1617415795003380108?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/1617415795003380108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=1617415795003380108&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/1617415795003380108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/1617415795003380108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on...'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-anGFpf4fL5A/Ti81UfflvyI/AAAAAAAAElo/OFvkZExkvhg/s72-c/283454_10150252403516865_565656864_7479099_942435_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-783981411513830195</id><published>2011-07-17T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T18:35:43.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where am I?</title><content type='html'>For those of you that stop by this blog often and are wondering where I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father met his Savior face-to-face on Friday night close to midnight. We are grieving for ourselves but so happy for him. His battle with brain cancer is finally at an end. It was the most difficult year I have ever experienced. Still, I wouldn't trade it for anything. I learned so much about myself, my parents, and my beautiful, lovely, &lt;i&gt;wonderful&lt;/i&gt; family and friends during this trial. Most of all, I learned what it truly means to lean on Jesus and follow Him even when the way seems dark and His voice is silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in following our journey over the past 14 months (since Dad's diagnosis) you can read about it here: &lt;a href="http://davidccarson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aiming at Heaven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to pray: Of course, pray for peace and joy for all the family and friends who are grieving the loss of this amazing man. Pray for opportunities to share the gospel and for us to be able to use Dad's home-going as a chance to witness to others. Pray for my brother, &lt;a href="http://chaplaincarson.com/"&gt;Philip Carson&lt;/a&gt;, as he travels home from overseas. He is preaching our father's funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-783981411513830195?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/783981411513830195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=783981411513830195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/783981411513830195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/783981411513830195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/07/where-am-i.html' title='Where am I?'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-7835381298177791377</id><published>2011-07-15T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T11:21:12.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my dad'/><title type='text'>He's with Jesus!</title><content type='html'>11:45pm- just a few minutes ago, Dad passed over into his new life! Praise the Lord, he is alive with Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-7835381298177791377?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/7835381298177791377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=7835381298177791377&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/7835381298177791377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/7835381298177791377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/07/hes-with-jesus.html' title='He&apos;s with Jesus!'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-6172429397173530091</id><published>2011-07-14T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T11:21:25.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my dad'/><title type='text'>A Hard Day</title><content type='html'>Today has been a hard day for me. I've lived for over&amp;nbsp;a year now with the knowledge that my Dad is dying. All along, I have prayed for either healing or a quick, painless death. Neither has happened. My Dad is suffering, his body is rotting, his mind is not clear, he is unable to do anything for himself. He has lost nearly everything that made him David Carson. It is hard to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past week, I have been really dwelling on what&amp;nbsp;he must be thinking and feeling, if he is able to think much. I don't know since he doesn't communicate with us anymore. Is he focusing on heaven? Is it dark where he is at? Is he groaning in his mind? I hear his sighs and quiet moans and I know he is hurting, though he has never once complained. Is he talking to God or is silent in his mind? Is he only capable of feeling the weariness and pain that I know he is feeling? Does he ever allow the thought to cross his mind that maybe God has forsaken him? OR is he content to suffer, knowing the glory that is coming? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had many conversations with God over the past two days. For some reason, my Dad's voice enters these conversations. Because I know my Dad's heart so well, I am easily able to imagine his interjections into these conversations, where I am, at this time, unable to hear God's reply. The great I AM is very silent right now. But my Dad, well, I can hear him pretty clearly. I know some of you may think that I am only giving my Dad's voice to God's replies...maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I rant and say things like, "It's not fair! My Dad is a &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; man and has served you well." my Dad's voice reminds me that no man is good enough to enter the presence of God and that no one deserves mercy. My Dad reminds me that we all deserve eternal separation from God, that we all deserve suffering and death. It is because of Jesus Christ and &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; death, and my Dad's acknowledgement of and acceptance of that, that my Dad will (eventually) enter heaven and spend eternity gazing on the face of his Savior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I *remind* God (as if &lt;i&gt;HE&lt;/i&gt; needs reminding) of all the sacrifices my Dad has made for Him, of all the ways that my Dad has served and followed and loved Jesus Christ, my Dad's voice reminds me that he did not do those "works" to get to heaven or to make death easier. He lived the way he lived because he loves Jesus and wanted to honor Him with his life. Dad has always desired that others see Jesus in him, he has never cared that they see David Carson. One of my Dad's favorite verses is 1 Corinthians 2:2-&amp;nbsp;"For I decided to know&amp;nbsp;nothing among you except Jesus Christ and him crucified."&amp;nbsp;Dad did not need lofty speech or wordly wisdom to show others Jesus. I believe others so clearly see Jesus in the life of my Dad because he resolved to live the gospel for all to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch my Dad's body fall apart, as I reflect on his life, I feel closer to him than I have ever felt, even though we are no longer able to communicate. Even though God remains silent to my entreaties and questions, I am still comforted by the knowledge that what I believe is &lt;i&gt;REAL&lt;/i&gt; and it is &lt;i&gt;TRUE. &lt;/i&gt;Even as I shed tears, I am at peace, because I know &lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt; holds the future and my Dad's future is with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿God sent His son, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They called Him Jesus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He came to love, heal and forgive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He lived and died, to buy my pardon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because He lives, all fear is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I know, I know, He holds the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And life is worth the living just because He lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How sweet to hold a new born baby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And feel the pride and joy he gives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But greater still, the calm assurance&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This&amp;nbsp;child can face uncertain days because&amp;nbsp;Christ lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because He lives, all fear is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I know, I know, He hold the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And life is worth the living just because He lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then one day, I'll cross the river. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll fight life's final war with pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then as death gives way to victory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll see the light of glory and I'll know that He lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because He lives, all fear is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I know, I know,He hold the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And life is worth the living just because He lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-6172429397173530091?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/6172429397173530091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=6172429397173530091&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/6172429397173530091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/6172429397173530091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/07/hard-day.html' title='A Hard Day'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-4926867522140832278</id><published>2011-07-08T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T05:42:51.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Use those extra linens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hhg-ttoC2Z4/Thb6Hw8hxsI/AAAAAAAAElk/RzVXkH7rcyY/s1600/232323232%257Ffp6326%253B_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_947%253B_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hhg-ttoC2Z4/Thb6Hw8hxsI/AAAAAAAAElk/RzVXkH7rcyY/s320/232323232%257Ffp6326%253B_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_947%253B_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love linens. Tablecloths, quilts, sheets, you name it, I'm scouting it at thrift stores and flea markets and yard sales. I really do have uses for them all. We have picnics in the living room regularly and old tableclothes save my carpeting from spills. I almost always have a tablecloth on my kitchen table- it looks so fresh and pretty that way. We use sheets and quilts outside to make tents or to cover prickly grass when we want to sit down. And when the weather cools off, we will love snuggling on the hammock with a great blanket. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have an old copper tub sitting by my front door that I keep filled with old linens I don't mind taking outside. We just grab and go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-4926867522140832278?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/4926867522140832278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=4926867522140832278&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/4926867522140832278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/4926867522140832278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/07/use-those-extra-linens.html' title='Use those extra linens!'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hhg-ttoC2Z4/Thb6Hw8hxsI/AAAAAAAAElk/RzVXkH7rcyY/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp6326%253B_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_947%253B_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-2777498055076006037</id><published>2011-07-05T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T18:35:43.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easy decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrifting'/><title type='text'>That was a what?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love repurposing items. I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; love when I see something in a magazine that inspires me to create something new. As is the case of this next project...&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: center;"&gt;I received this cassette tape&amp;nbsp;holder back in high school. It's at least 20 years old. I'm pretty sure that tapes went out a while ago:) I found it in my parents' attic a few months ago. I almost threw it away, but the fram of it is nice, heavy, solid wood. I thought maybe I would hold onto it and get inspired to do something with it.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HCRVIz5VS0k/ThOJWNoqQdI/AAAAAAAAElU/cURVB4AWOj4/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9477532%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HCRVIz5VS0k/ThOJWNoqQdI/AAAAAAAAElU/cURVB4AWOj4/s320/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9477532%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A few weeks ago, I was flipping through a magazine, Cottage Style? Country Living? , and saw a rack/shelf of some type hanging on a wall and filled with seashells. It really looked like my tape&amp;nbsp;cabinet but I don't know that it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a tape cabinet. Anyway, I was inspired. The shelf I saw wasn't painted or "fancied up" at all, just hanging on a wall and shells stuffed in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided to paint my shelf white. I removed some of the slats in order to fit larger shells and painted and distressed the whole thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fnmNRbe7Jtk/ThOJXU6kcBI/AAAAAAAAElY/0v2iqRTbO2I/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_%253B646632%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fnmNRbe7Jtk/ThOJXU6kcBI/AAAAAAAAElY/0v2iqRTbO2I/s320/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_%253B646632%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I put it on the shelf in my bedroom so Rich and I can enjoy our seashore finds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVnoIYUNobI/ThOJYg6f6xI/AAAAAAAAElc/61N76O3Ccr0/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633_%253B_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9478232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVnoIYUNobI/ThOJYg6f6xI/AAAAAAAAElc/61N76O3Ccr0/s320/232323232%257Ffp633_%253B_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9478232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm linking to: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a border="0" href="http://linda-coastalcharm.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r87/mmoo1978/LindaBtn.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-2777498055076006037?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/2777498055076006037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=2777498055076006037&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/2777498055076006037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/2777498055076006037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/07/that-was-what.html' title='That was a what?!'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HCRVIz5VS0k/ThOJWNoqQdI/AAAAAAAAElU/cURVB4AWOj4/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9477532%253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-1568381776200886189</id><published>2011-07-05T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T14:57:11.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying our summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZIlJVc-KuY/ThOFi7kuNrI/AAAAAAAAEk0/LwBz1zsb988/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZIlJVc-KuY/ThOFi7kuNrI/AAAAAAAAEk0/LwBz1zsb988/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We love trips to the Farmer's Market for fresh fruit and veggies...mmm. Folks always stop and chat with us and ask all about our special family (my kids are getting WAAY too used to all the attention). We never leave without spending at least $25 and we come home with a ton of food. I love supporting&amp;nbsp;the local farmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MaU1dxjBhUQ/ThOFkJsNaxI/AAAAAAAAEk4/2iJtAUTty2A/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63243%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3347739%25253B%25253C732%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MaU1dxjBhUQ/ThOFkJsNaxI/AAAAAAAAEk4/2iJtAUTty2A/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63243%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3347739%25253B%25253C732%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Michael's is offering the best summer crafts camp this year. And it's free! Every week, a different country is featured. Last week, we studied Germany and made Logan hats and cow bells. Fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jqH8G2nfjPc/ThOFmWYoj1I/AAAAAAAAEk8/SgvKs3g6Xi0/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633_7_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D356647_95332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jqH8G2nfjPc/ThOFmWYoj1I/AAAAAAAAEk8/SgvKs3g6Xi0/s320/232323232%257Ffp633_7_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D356647_95332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We have had the best corn this summer...shucking it ourselves makes it taste so much better:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IeGq9ChqYRM/ThOFoOLujiI/AAAAAAAAElA/70JwBAayYbI/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D354___3%253B_232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IeGq9ChqYRM/ThOFoOLujiI/AAAAAAAAElA/70JwBAayYbI/s320/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D354___3%253B_232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had a blast shopping in Michaels for activities to do this summer. The kids enjoyed trying on these July 4th hats- so funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RcZw6CAVluA/ThOFpxTbuqI/AAAAAAAAElE/JHzld1mdkbY/s1600/232323232%257Ffp6324__nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9648_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RcZw6CAVluA/ThOFpxTbuqI/AAAAAAAAElE/JHzld1mdkbY/s320/232323232%257Ffp6324__nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9648_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Doughnuts are probably better in the fall and winter but hey- we were craving them and decided to make a batch of homemade. Yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OFOihU9mFFQ/ThOFvjgR-LI/AAAAAAAAElM/KINZgOKNhGM/s1600/232323232%257Ffp63268_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D356648498_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OFOihU9mFFQ/ThOFvjgR-LI/AAAAAAAAElM/KINZgOKNhGM/s320/232323232%257Ffp63268_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D356648498_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The boys received their first badge from Lowe's for building a July 4th project. I still need to sew their badges on their aprons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y48GFOse7uY/ThOFxg8ccBI/AAAAAAAAElQ/Fb7sDyxrAkw/s1600/232323232%257Ffp63259_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3532_6844832%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y48GFOse7uY/ThOFxg8ccBI/AAAAAAAAElQ/Fb7sDyxrAkw/s320/232323232%257Ffp63259_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3532_6844832%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿We are trying to send one package to Uncle Philip (my brother, who is in Afghanistan) every two weeks. We have a gift station set up on our living room so that we can just put something in the box every time we see and buy something that might be nice to send. Doing this really allows the kids to understand what their uncle is doing and makes them think about and pray a little more for those in our military.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are really enjoying our summer. We are&amp;nbsp;getting together with&amp;nbsp;friends,&amp;nbsp;swimming, having water balloon fights, going to the movies, splurging on ice cream outings, and working together to create an outdoor living space to be be enjoyed this fall. Life is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you God, for summer vacation! Help us not to take it for granted and to&amp;nbsp;find joy in&amp;nbsp;every moment that we are given on&amp;nbsp;this earth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-1568381776200886189?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/1568381776200886189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=1568381776200886189&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/1568381776200886189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/1568381776200886189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/07/enjoying-our-summer.html' title='Enjoying our summer!'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZIlJVc-KuY/ThOFi7kuNrI/AAAAAAAAEk0/LwBz1zsb988/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-4146555587272197726</id><published>2011-06-28T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T18:35:43.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts and homemade gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrifting'/><title type='text'>For the Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Connor found this sweet little resin bird in the yard. I think it must have come off of a birdhouse.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BC68fZeomD4/Tgn1YmTui6I/AAAAAAAAEkk/hQOIdfB6pfI/s1600/232323232%257Ffp6339__nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3532_687_332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BC68fZeomD4/Tgn1YmTui6I/AAAAAAAAEkk/hQOIdfB6pfI/s320/232323232%257Ffp6339__nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3532_687_332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I found this lovely jar at a local thrift store for $4. It's very big and will hold a lot of whatever I need it to hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c1H8yBGSTmg/Tgn1aLWrdtI/AAAAAAAAEko/0b2sJccUL3M/s1600/232323232%257Ffp63258_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487__83_632%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c1H8yBGSTmg/Tgn1aLWrdtI/AAAAAAAAEko/0b2sJccUL3M/s320/232323232%257Ffp63258_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487__83_632%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Using my trusty Gorilla epoxy glue, I attached the birdie to the top of the cannister lid. Then I spray painted the whole lid with oil-rubbed bronze (Krylon). I love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ayfp1a_1tg0/Tgn1cCxTCRI/AAAAAAAAEkw/nEsD93Wi2gg/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp533%25286%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3237+65%253B6%253B7%253B%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ayfp1a_1tg0/Tgn1cCxTCRI/AAAAAAAAEkw/nEsD93Wi2gg/s320/232323232%25257Ffp533%25286%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3237+65%253B6%253B7%253B%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have this jar filled with the kids' gummie treats right now, but I think it would make a great hostess gift for the bird-lover. Fill it with bird food and Voila! A wonderful gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm linking to: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://creatingahouseofgrace.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="HOG" src="http://i684.photobucket.com/albums/vv204/bonniejane03/HOUSEOFGRACEBUTTON-1-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a border="0" href="http://linda-coastalcharm.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r87/mmoo1978/LindaBtn.png" /&gt;&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/3082580501640916503-4146555587272197726?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/4146555587272197726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=4146555587272197726&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/4146555587272197726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/4146555587272197726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/06/for-birds.html' title='For the Birds'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BC68fZeomD4/Tgn1YmTui6I/AAAAAAAAEkk/hQOIdfB6pfI/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp6339__nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3532_687_332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-8426246747895919494</id><published>2011-06-28T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T08:35:36.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was cleaning/organizing the kids' rooms a few weeks ago and throwing out everything that was broken. Which the kids did not like. I stumbled across this lovely Barbie in the process.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PcdjEz_v8Lc/TgnyHppk6DI/AAAAAAAAEkY/Hqal8Ac5A38/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp53645%2529nu%253D323+%252929+%2529792%2529232%253B29+883238ot1lsi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PcdjEz_v8Lc/TgnyHppk6DI/AAAAAAAAEkY/Hqal8Ac5A38/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53645%2529nu%253D323+%252929+%2529792%2529232%253B29+883238ot1lsi.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think that at the time, she didn't have her head on either. I got sidetracked, so I didn't actually pick her up and throw her away at that time. Later that week we had company, and my friend and I were discussing how toys take over our homes. That reminded me of this Barbie, so I turned to Lauren and told her that she and Kimberly needed to find the doll and throw it away. Lauren immediately said, "Mom! That's Becky and she has special-needs! We can't get rid of &lt;em&gt;her."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;I nearly died laughing. How many other kids can use the excuse of special-needs in order to save their mangled toys? Seriously, I am now unable to get rid of a single ugly doll in this house. It doesn't much matter that Barbie's special-needs were caused by two rambunctious boys and were completely intentional. &lt;em&gt;sigh....&lt;/em&gt; Any advice on how to win the war on headless, armless, legless, dolls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, but still funny (my kids keep me laughing, that's for sure!), I found this note at the bottom of the stairs one day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wmZr3l5Jauk/TgnyJJ_c8ZI/AAAAAAAAEkc/toh_8Q6SrUs/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp533%253B3%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D32389+3968%253B7nu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wmZr3l5Jauk/TgnyJJ_c8ZI/AAAAAAAAEkc/toh_8Q6SrUs/s320/232323232%25257Ffp533%253B3%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D32389+3968%253B7nu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Note the skull and crossbones and the XXXXs which apparently stand for something bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E1pB3umWhk8/TgnyKLbOEEI/AAAAAAAAEkg/ymKZ-v2Ow6A/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp5367%25253B%25253Enu%25253D3262%25253E%25253B45%25253E%25253A64%25253E2353%25253B45%25253B5523%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E1pB3umWhk8/TgnyKLbOEEI/AAAAAAAAEkg/ymKZ-v2Ow6A/s320/232323232%25257Ffp5367%25253B%25253Enu%25253D3262%25253E%25253B45%25253E%25253A64%25253E2353%25253B45%25253B5523%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lauren, &lt;br /&gt;If you ever want to see Bobo again (Bobo is a monkey that Pastor Mike gave Lauren while she was in the hospital and it is one of her favorite animals), leave money on this paper by the front door. Do not call the police, you cannot find us. &lt;br /&gt;From Kimberly Connor and Brandon.&lt;br /&gt;PS. It has to be more than 5 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm sure glad I'm teaching the kids the value of money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-8426246747895919494?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/8426246747895919494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=8426246747895919494&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/8426246747895919494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/8426246747895919494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-that-make-me-laugh.html' title='Things that make me laugh'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PcdjEz_v8Lc/TgnyHppk6DI/AAAAAAAAEkY/Hqal8Ac5A38/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp53645%2529nu%253D323+%252929+%2529792%2529232%253B29+883238ot1lsi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-2327079278965083767</id><published>2011-06-22T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T08:45:42.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Critters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We love &lt;strike&gt;all&lt;/strike&gt; most of God's creatures. We are blessed that we always seem to find critters wherever we go, especially right here at home. We have frogs and crickets and butterflies and moths galore around here.&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: center;"&gt;Rich found this while working in the yard one day recently: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ndu7L05nQeE/TgILb6jud3I/AAAAAAAAEjs/DcL4cgTmctQ/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63243%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3347739%25253B%25253C732%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ndu7L05nQeE/TgILb6jud3I/AAAAAAAAEjs/DcL4cgTmctQ/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63243%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3347739%25253B%25253C732%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Upon closer inspection, I was informed by Connor, "That doesn't look like the salamander in the Harry Potter Playstation game!" hmmm....I'm thinking that my kids are getting fantasy and reality confused:)&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: center;"&gt;We found this next critter at the beach:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MSSP242KYWg/TgILgodI0RI/AAAAAAAAEj0/LaeTRj11S3s/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MSSP242KYWg/TgILgodI0RI/AAAAAAAAEj0/LaeTRj11S3s/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had no idea what it was, it looked a little like a mini horseshoe crab. We were told by our beach-dwelling friends that it is a sand flea. I always assumed that "flea" meant something super tiny.&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: center;"&gt;Anyone who has ever seen "A Bug's Life" knows what this next thing is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qgTmfYM9D_U/TgILl6WXT_I/AAAAAAAAEj8/r9l-3a4tRhs/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633_7_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D356647_95332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qgTmfYM9D_U/TgILl6WXT_I/AAAAAAAAEj8/r9l-3a4tRhs/s320/232323232%257Ffp633_7_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D356647_95332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My boys were so excited to find this stick insect on our wheelchair ramp. He really blends in quite well, don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other day, I thought I saw a leaf on one of my kitchen curtains. I assumed that it had blown in when the back door was left open. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a moth! Great camouflage,&amp;nbsp; huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CpN5bddvDm0/TgILXM4Yb6I/AAAAAAAAEjk/58QQBpw1zGQ/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp533%25286%2529nu%253D3257%2529%2B9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3237%2B65%253B6%253B7%253B%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CpN5bddvDm0/TgILXM4Yb6I/AAAAAAAAEjk/58QQBpw1zGQ/s320/232323232%25257Ffp533%25286%2529nu%253D3257%2529%2B9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3237%2B65%253B6%253B7%253B%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next school year, we begin studying the animal kingdom. I think we already have a pretty good headstart. Good thing all my kids love nature and "critters."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-2327079278965083767?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/2327079278965083767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=2327079278965083767&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/2327079278965083767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/2327079278965083767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/06/critters.html' title='Critters'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ndu7L05nQeE/TgILb6jud3I/AAAAAAAAEjs/DcL4cgTmctQ/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp63243%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3347739%25253B%25253C732%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-7086640126587683647</id><published>2011-06-14T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T04:19:54.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>My brother, Philip Carson, left on Friday for Afghanistan. He chose to be on the last unit (team, crew,???) out, as he explains in his blog &lt;a href="http://www.chaplaincarson.com/"&gt;Chaplain Carson&lt;/a&gt;. I am really excited about being to keep up with Philip while he is overseas, and also very interested in how life as a chaplain really works. For those of you who are also interested, feel free to follow along on his blog- &lt;a href="http://www.chaplaincarson.com/"&gt;http://www.chaplaincarson.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father continues to walk the line between this earthly life and the glorious future that awaits him. My mom just did an update on their blog &lt;a href="http://www.davidccarson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aiming at Heaven&lt;/a&gt;. As I go back and read all that we have written on that blog during the past year, I am amazed at what out lives have displayed and what our words have shown. God is carrying us, indeed! The hardest part for me, here at the end, is the waiting. Some days we will think, "This is it!" only to find that the human body can linger long past what one would think. I find myself searching for answers and looking for meaning and reason when God has chosen not to display those to me. I only know that there &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a reason and that no suffering is ever meaningless. I know that God's plan is perfect and that He is good &lt;em&gt;always. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe that I shall look upon the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait for the LORD; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be strong, and let your heart take courage; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wait for the LORD!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 27:13&amp;amp;14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-7086640126587683647?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/7086640126587683647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=7086640126587683647&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/7086640126587683647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/7086640126587683647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/06/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-8804773460737075529</id><published>2011-06-11T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T18:35:43.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrifting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical treasures'/><title type='text'>Historical Treasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I love shopping yard sales. My oldest daughter (age 9) and I have a Saturday morning routine. We wake up, throw any old clothes on (sometimes we don't brush our hair), and are out the door by 7. What makes this special time so fun for us is that we make a game out of yard "sailing" by having&amp;nbsp;three rules. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;1) We cannot spend more than $20 total. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;2) We only get an hour to shop, we must be home around 8am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;3) We must only buy what we really love or need.&lt;/div&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;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Kimberly mostly shops for books,&amp;nbsp;but sometimes buys toys for her siblings. I look for housewares that I can repurpose. But...every now and then, I find a diamond in the rough, a treasure in the middle of someone else's junk. Usually people don't know what they have. I don't care much about the monetary value&amp;nbsp;of an item, but I love &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;researching the history&lt;/span&gt; of an item. Remember when I told you about &lt;a href="http://wantedonehobbyfarm.blogspot.com/search/label/ironstone"&gt;the ironstone platter&lt;/a&gt; that I found for $1? I loved &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;researching&lt;/span&gt; that piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This past Saturday, I found this great wooden bowl that looked really similar to the large wooden doughbowls that I'm on the hunt for. I love the &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;rustic textures&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;history&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;patina&lt;/span&gt;, and the uses of these bowls. This bowl seems to be more of a fruit bowl, since it is round. It was only 50 cents so I grabbed it up. When I flipped it over I saw this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/-bTBA35pZpzM/TgIPHQ_XhLI/AAAAAAAAEkU/cUZmHEaHWO8/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bTBA35pZpzM/TgIPHQ_XhLI/AAAAAAAAEkU/cUZmHEaHWO8/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&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;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love stamps or carvings on the bottom of an item because it really helps in the research. What I found out about this piece is this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Munising Wood Products were manufactured in Munising, Michigan from 1911 to 1955. So upon initial research, I know my bowl is &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; 56 years old. It is made from Michigan sugar maple. From what I can tell, if my bowl was in good condition it would be worth $50. I probably couldn't get that for it, though, since it looks like the bowl was dropped or broken and some point and someone glued the piece that broke off back on. It looks fine and you can barely notice the break and it is still a useful bowl for holding fruit. &lt;/div&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;/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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k3sld5lQi1o/TgIPETNn-cI/AAAAAAAAEkM/jH9Q6GaD6YI/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp533%25286%2529nu%253D3257%2529%2B9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3237%2B65%253B6%253B7%253B%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k3sld5lQi1o/TgIPETNn-cI/AAAAAAAAEkM/jH9Q6GaD6YI/s320/232323232%25257Ffp533%25286%2529nu%253D3257%2529%2B9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3237%2B65%253B6%253B7%253B%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&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; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm thrilled that I found such a neat piece of American history and workmanship for only 50 cents! Can't beat that:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-8804773460737075529?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/8804773460737075529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=8804773460737075529&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/8804773460737075529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/8804773460737075529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/06/historical-treasures.html' title='Historical Treasures'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bTBA35pZpzM/TgIPHQ_XhLI/AAAAAAAAEkU/cUZmHEaHWO8/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-6346614931662813850</id><published>2011-06-10T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T18:35:43.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pw7PiTGHNTU/TfIia-TjeLI/AAAAAAAAEhY/tPCZ0Ggk5es/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp533%25286%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3237+65%253B6%253B7%253B%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pw7PiTGHNTU/TfIia-TjeLI/AAAAAAAAEhY/tPCZ0Ggk5es/s320/232323232%25257Ffp533%25286%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3237+65%253B6%253B7%253B%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love spring and summer. And fall. Not a big fan of winter, but I'm usually ready for it by the time it rolls around. But summer. Summer I love for all the colors, the relaxed days, the smells. ﻿The blue, blue skies and green, green trees. The red tomatoes and the yellow squash. The scent of freshly cut grass and the neighbors grilling. Summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Add color to your summer by supporting your local farm stands.&amp;nbsp;Shop the Farmer's Market near you. I love to walk in my kitchen and see a bowl full of fruit on my table. I love my triple hanging basket filled with fruits and veggies. I love knowing that we have healthy choices to snack on and that we are supporting our local farmers by eating this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When was the last time you went to a local farm stand or farmer's market? We've been at least 5 times since April already, and I'm sure we'll go many more before the summer is over. Don't you love the way fresh produce smells right out of the farmer's basket?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-6346614931662813850?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/6346614931662813850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=6346614931662813850&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/6346614931662813850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/6346614931662813850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-love.html' title='Summer Love'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pw7PiTGHNTU/TfIia-TjeLI/AAAAAAAAEhY/tPCZ0Ggk5es/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp533%25286%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3237+65%253B6%253B7%253B%253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-1593479773740553025</id><published>2011-06-09T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T07:21:28.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this out!</title><content type='html'>I am IN LOVE! Because it isn't always easy for me to get out and shop for gifts and clothes with five kids in tow, I have been looking for an affordable and trustworthy company that I can shop online with. I found Zulily about a year ago. After several transactions, I then recommended the online store to my mom, who has enjoyed shopping for her grandkids even while being housebound with my sick father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the site here: &lt;a href="http://www.zulily.com/invite/wells579"&gt;http://www.zulily.com/invite/wells579&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you join using that link, then I will get a $15 credit when you make a purchase. I promise I wouldn't send you anywhere that wasn't legit and that I didn't enjoy myself. Let me tell you some of the "steals" I have gotten on this site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the pink ballet/tutu dresses that my daughters and niece wore for the mother'daughter tea in &lt;a href="http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-dressed-up.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;? Well, each of those dresses came with a matching dress for an 18" doll and a headband. The sets cost $10 each! Now you know you can't get dress up clothes, much less with a matching doll outfit for that price in regular stores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also recently bought cute super hero capes for my sons...to be given to them on their birthday in July. This picture is similar to what I ordered (I just ordered different emblems and colors). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0GkH6dWL8XE/TfDV0xw8phI/AAAAAAAAEhU/Vh1bWvjyUSU/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp533%253B3%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D32389+3968%253B7nu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0GkH6dWL8XE/TfDV0xw8phI/AAAAAAAAEhU/Vh1bWvjyUSU/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp533%253B3%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D32389+3968%253B7nu0mrj.jpg" t8="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&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 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/-f50kB8-lGWE/TfDTk0wvRLI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/LtUh7pgwhlw/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp533%253B3%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D32389+3968%253B7nu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These capes retail for $25 online elsewhere. I paid $13 each on Zulily. I am very pleased with these capes. They are made of heavy satin and the edges are finished nicely. The are plenty large and will fit the boys for a long time. &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;Zulily changes their sales every day. They will only "hold" an item in your cart for 10 minutes before allowing other customers to grab it up, however, it will stay in your cart if another customer doesn't take it. &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;I have been very pleased with the items I have gotten and have already ordered an adorable tutu set (3 pieces- a tutu, a crown with steamers, and a fairy wand) and jewery set (four pieces- a chain with three pendants to interchange) for Lauren's birthday in September. Total spent on Lauren's birthday is $25. Can't beat that! &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;The quality of all the items I have received has been excellent. I'm already on the lookout for Christmas bargains. Zulily is mostly about the kids; clothing, toys, books. There are a few things for women, though. Most of it is pricey, boutique stuff, but gorgeous. I may have to breakdown and buy Rich's aunt that lovely, soft nightgown that I know she will love.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &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;Check it out and don't forget to link from here so I can get credit for sending you!&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://www.zulily.com/invite/wells579"&gt;http://www.zulily.com/invite/wells579&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/3082580501640916503-1593479773740553025?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/1593479773740553025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=1593479773740553025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/1593479773740553025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/1593479773740553025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/06/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out!'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0GkH6dWL8XE/TfDV0xw8phI/AAAAAAAAEhU/Vh1bWvjyUSU/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp533%253B3%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D32389+3968%253B7nu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-4669185856489353437</id><published>2011-06-06T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T08:57:39.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We enjoyed four days at the beach recently. It was so nice- beautiful weather! Lots of sand and water and sun. We played games, ate delicious food (everything tastes better at the beach), read books, swam and rode boogie boards, built castles, collected shells, watched movies, and slept really well. It was wonderful!&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u6khl67deF8/Tez3ykWYJEI/AAAAAAAAEhM/kdrlO1AL8EM/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp533%253B3%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D32389+3968%253B7nu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u6khl67deF8/Tez3ykWYJEI/AAAAAAAAEhM/kdrlO1AL8EM/s320/232323232%25257Ffp533%253B3%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D32389+3968%253B7nu0mrj.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've got lots&amp;nbsp;more fun planned for this summer! Hoping to get in a week at the mountains plus some more beach time. Lots of outings and day trips planned also. We do love our family time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you have some family fun planned for this summer?﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-4669185856489353437?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/4669185856489353437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=4669185856489353437&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/4669185856489353437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/4669185856489353437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-summer.html' title='It&apos;s Summer!'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u6khl67deF8/Tez3ykWYJEI/AAAAAAAAEhM/kdrlO1AL8EM/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp533%253B3%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D32389+3968%253B7nu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-5049421943654853673</id><published>2011-06-06T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T18:35:43.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts and homemade gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrifting'/><title type='text'>My favorite project yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm slowly getting back into yard-saling. I think I've been out 3 times this spring and hope to make it a weekly habit this summer. A few weeks ago, I hit a wonderful sale. I bought clothes, crafting supplies, housewares, etc. And I only spent $20. I was home by 8am, having spent my yardsale budget! &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: center;"&gt;I saw an idea in a magazine and have been wanting to try it. (I have a dream book, full of ideas that I tear out of magazines and intend to try.) So, armed with this 50 cent find: &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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OTdKISleOzI/Tey9gRrZT3I/AAAAAAAAEg8/TengKWP_BGA/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp533%25286%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3237+65%253B6%253B7%253B%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OTdKISleOzI/Tey9gRrZT3I/AAAAAAAAEg8/TengKWP_BGA/s320/232323232%25257Ffp533%25286%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3237+65%253B6%253B7%253B%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And this $2 find (the curio/cubby shelf):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xqynVU1Rjnw/Tey9htnDaCI/AAAAAAAAEhA/FknB6MG6XTc/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp533%253B3%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D32389+3968%253B7nu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xqynVU1Rjnw/Tey9htnDaCI/AAAAAAAAEhA/FknB6MG6XTc/s320/232323232%25257Ffp533%253B3%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D32389+3968%253B7nu0mrj.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;...and using spray paint that I already had on hand (I think I finally used up all my white paint)﻿, I created this for my girls' room:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M5rtxN0s2ZY/Tey9j4sRItI/AAAAAAAAEhE/A_pgw8DSUQI/s1600/232323232%257Ffp33+%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3233836+%253B269%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M5rtxN0s2ZY/Tey9j4sRItI/AAAAAAAAEhE/A_pgw8DSUQI/s320/232323232%257Ffp33+%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3233836+%253B269%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They love having a shelf to put their tiny, breakable collectibles on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AOPmbXRIi60/Tey9lSo_T1I/AAAAAAAAEhI/1bfZQvvya5s/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633%253B3_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9474932%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AOPmbXRIi60/Tey9lSo_T1I/AAAAAAAAEhI/1bfZQvvya5s/s320/232323232%257Ffp633%253B3_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9474932%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" t8="true" 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: center;"&gt;(my eldest collects penguins)&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: center;"&gt;I love how this came out and am already looking for another cubby shelf for my boys' rooms. I want to do it in western-themed scrapbook paper. It would make a great place for all those lego men and tiny action figures, don't you think?&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: center;"&gt;Linking to: &lt;a href="http://www.skiptomylou.org/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.skiptomylou.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/button2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.betweennapsontheporch.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x908CSKJhI4/TPp5U0929OI/AAAAAAAAU9w/dCqnDBWHD8U/s400/Chair%2Bon%2Bright%2Blike%2Bheader.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://craftomaniac.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f136/butterflygirlms/Request/CraftomaniacMondayButton.png" /&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: center;"&gt;Now, go check out all the other goodies that bloggers have posted. There are some really neat crafts, recipes, and DIY to try out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-5049421943654853673?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/5049421943654853673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=5049421943654853673&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/5049421943654853673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/5049421943654853673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-favorite-project-yet.html' title='My favorite project yet'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OTdKISleOzI/Tey9gRrZT3I/AAAAAAAAEg8/TengKWP_BGA/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp533%25286%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3237+65%253B6%253B7%253B%253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-8858561952602344386</id><published>2011-05-22T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T18:35:43.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easy decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrifting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical treasures'/><title type='text'>paint, paint, and more paint.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I received a sweet outdoor bistro set for Mother's Day years ago...7 years ago, I believe. The paint had faded quite badly after years of being moved from front porch to back deck and back again. I absolutely loved the shade of green this set orignally was painted in, but decided to go with something different this time around. Here is a before picture, snapped after I had already painted one chair and the table. Sorry it's not a great shot, I was too focused on painting.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42IULD5x5MU/TdjydFcDSRI/AAAAAAAAEgk/he94UKT7ur8/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633_7_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D356647_95332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42IULD5x5MU/TdjydFcDSRI/AAAAAAAAEgk/he94UKT7ur8/s320/232323232%257Ffp633_7_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D356647_95332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is the set now, looking lovely in all it's glorious red. My NC State lovin' friend Carroll would be jealous:) I love sitting out here with a book and watching the kids create works of art on the driveway with chalk. All I need now is a citronella candle, the bugs are getting terrible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g04oonxHo5M/TdjyfGyLMRI/AAAAAAAAEgo/4FNH6UxoJ1Y/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp53645%2529nu%253D323+%252929+%2529792%2529232%253B29+883238ot1lsi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g04oonxHo5M/TdjyfGyLMRI/AAAAAAAAEgo/4FNH6UxoJ1Y/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53645%2529nu%253D323+%252929+%2529792%2529232%253B29+883238ot1lsi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Another recent paint job I undertook...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Mom gave my this gorgeous milk cannister that was painted black by my grandmother. It was given to my grandmother by &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; uncle, who owned Herndon Dairy Farm in Virginia...which I can't find, so I guess it got run over by the "big" farms and no longer exists today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TKFhCC88zls/TdjygD6Yb4I/AAAAAAAAEgs/8j3zaMq0EYQ/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63254%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D334773%25253A23532%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TKFhCC88zls/TdjygD6Yb4I/AAAAAAAAEgs/8j3zaMq0EYQ/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63254%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D334773%25253A23532%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This took tons of paint remover...the powerful kind. I wore gloves and a mask due to the lead that was likely in the paint. Under the black paint, was a galvanized metal cannister with silver painted numbers that I couldn't really make out. There was also a lot of rust. Too much rust to be nice and "chippy" if you know what I mean. So I sealed it all and painted it a creamy ivory. Someday, I may stencil the word DAIRY on the front, but for now I like it the way it is, plain and simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u-NjPLy9MDY/TdjyhM4ihCI/AAAAAAAAEgw/ENj-E_WeYzY/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u-NjPLy9MDY/TdjyhM4ihCI/AAAAAAAAEgw/ENj-E_WeYzY/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿Notice on the mantel is my achitectural creation from the chandelier I took apart. I originally made two different pieces from it, as I showed you in an earlier post, but I kept playing around with it and and came up with this. It's nice and sturdy, thanks to Gorilla Epoxy Glue. Love that stuff!!! I think I want to make more pieces from chandeliers, all different and in different colors. Might be fun:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you been painting and creating lately? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-8858561952602344386?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/8858561952602344386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=8858561952602344386&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/8858561952602344386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/8858561952602344386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/05/paint-paint-and-more-paint.html' title='paint, paint, and more paint.'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42IULD5x5MU/TdjydFcDSRI/AAAAAAAAEgk/he94UKT7ur8/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp633_7_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D356647_95332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-82717807138662115</id><published>2011-05-21T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T07:38:18.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*NOTICE*</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to let y'all know that I changed my other blog. It still has all the previous posts, I just wanted a name that better defined what I'm wanting to do with that blog. the new address is: &lt;a href="http://wantedonehobbyfarm.blogspot.com/"&gt;wantedonehobbyfarm.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; - would love for you all to visit! I love feedback and comments, especially from other gals who are keepers of the home and trying to balance everything life throws at them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also linked to the blog in my sidebar. Hope to see you all soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-82717807138662115?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/82717807138662115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=82717807138662115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/82717807138662115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/82717807138662115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/05/notice.html' title='*NOTICE*'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-896475588693642089</id><published>2011-05-19T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T10:34:29.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All dressed up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was so blessed this past weekend to be able to take my three daughters and two nieces to a mother-daughter tea party hosted by the ladies in our church. It was so much fun! &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: center;"&gt;My two oldest girls were so excited when they found out that their cousin would be getting a matching dress for her birthday (we kept all the nieces and nephews for a few days), which was&amp;nbsp;the day before the tea party.&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: center;"&gt;Here are the three oldest girls in their party frocks. &amp;nbsp;&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-akGy2lgDM/TdVTtWc14EI/AAAAAAAAEgY/oRDM8LZJIOw/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp53645%2529nu%253D323+%252929+%2529792%2529232%253B29+883238ot1lsi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-akGy2lgDM/TdVTtWc14EI/AAAAAAAAEgY/oRDM8LZJIOw/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53645%2529nu%253D323+%252929+%2529792%2529232%253B29+883238ot1lsi.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And just 'cause I think my girls are so beautiful, here are close-ups I took of their sweet faces:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RtQTAVQR8tA/TdVTuRrQYrI/AAAAAAAAEgc/Zu9h_DJ3ZCg/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp533%253B3%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D32389+3968%253B7nu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RtQTAVQR8tA/TdVTuRrQYrI/AAAAAAAAEgc/Zu9h_DJ3ZCg/s320/232323232%25257Ffp533%253B3%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D32389+3968%253B7nu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oUK2lfhiiR0/TdVTvkUmuOI/AAAAAAAAEgg/ySiD7mMS1wo/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp5367%25253B%25253Enu%25253D3262%25253E%25253B45%25253E%25253A64%25253E2353%25253B45%25253B5523%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oUK2lfhiiR0/TdVTvkUmuOI/AAAAAAAAEgg/ySiD7mMS1wo/s320/232323232%25257Ffp5367%25253B%25253Enu%25253D3262%25253E%25253B45%25253E%25253A64%25253E2353%25253B45%25253B5523%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&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/3082580501640916503-896475588693642089?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/896475588693642089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=896475588693642089&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/896475588693642089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/896475588693642089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-dressed-up.html' title='All dressed up!'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-akGy2lgDM/TdVTtWc14EI/AAAAAAAAEgY/oRDM8LZJIOw/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp53645%2529nu%253D323+%252929+%2529792%2529232%253B29+883238ot1lsi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-4549266197344672770</id><published>2011-05-18T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T18:35:43.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easy decorating'/><title type='text'>What a difference a coat of paint makes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When I was pregnant with Lauren, and I found out I was going to have a &lt;em&gt;second&lt;/em&gt; daughter, I decided to go all out and make a really girly bathroom for my girls. That was 8 years ago. It was pink. Bright pink. My husband said it was what being inside a pepto-bismal bottle must feel like. It was floral. Floral pictures, floral garlands, floral towels, floral shower curtain, mat, and garbage can. Even floral shower curtain hooks! &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: center;"&gt;Here's the only before photo I have, sorry I didn't think to take more photos before I got into the make-over.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QuqPNGFDpjE/TdQfpPFfcHI/AAAAAAAAEgE/zU77X8mE1fs/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp53648%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D327447%25253A93832%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QuqPNGFDpjE/TdQfpPFfcHI/AAAAAAAAEgE/zU77X8mE1fs/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53648%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D327447%25253A93832%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A sweet friend was giving away a gallon of Robin's Egg Blue paint. Another sweet friend who had the chance to take it gave it to me instead. Thanks, Denise and Sara! This paint is gorgeous. I want to paint my master bathroom the same color. I have enough paint left over to do the backs of my open kitchen cabinets. Which I will do at some point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the "after" photos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUJrY6SWgCQ/TdQfqZDoORI/AAAAAAAAEgI/S4WkWlwKW04/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp533%25286%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3237+65%253B6%253B7%253B%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUJrY6SWgCQ/TdQfqZDoORI/AAAAAAAAEgI/S4WkWlwKW04/s320/232323232%25257Ffp533%25286%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3237+65%253B6%253B7%253B%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Buckets for girls hair things, $1 each at Target. New white hand towels, $1.50 at Walmart. Total so far- $5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HR51qIaMCtg/TdQfrNxL0VI/AAAAAAAAEgM/tddfTXGKr08/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HR51qIaMCtg/TdQfrNxL0VI/AAAAAAAAEgM/tddfTXGKr08/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Had this old shower curtain already, re-used the artwork I had in the bathroom before. White towel with green stripe- $4 (I think) and green hand towel, $1.50 at Walmart. Total now- $10.50.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVuw3_HYWnk/TdQfsk9p-5I/AAAAAAAAEgQ/_MMWZjE9ip4/s1600/232323232%257Ffp33+%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3233836+%253B269%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVuw3_HYWnk/TdQfsk9p-5I/AAAAAAAAEgQ/_MMWZjE9ip4/s320/232323232%257Ffp33+%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3233836+%253B269%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HPHj8OHIy0k/TdQftnY6XmI/AAAAAAAAEgU/H2dZ4BBRaH0/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63243%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3347739%25253B%25253C732%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HPHj8OHIy0k/TdQftnY6XmI/AAAAAAAAEgU/H2dZ4BBRaH0/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63243%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3347739%25253B%25253C732%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lime bath rug- $14 at Walmart. This was a splurge for me, but I knew I wanted a &lt;em&gt;nice﻿ &lt;/em&gt;bath mat that would withstand the kids and still be nice enough for guests. And that was the color I wanted. You would be surprised how hard it is to find the right shade of green in bath accessories. So my total for this bathroom makeover is $24.50. Not bad, eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I love it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linking to: &lt;a href="http://linda-coastalcharm.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" http://linda-coastalcharm.blogspot.com/" border="0" src="http://i708.photobucket.com/albums/ww81/jsikes2163/shoppingbagpic2.jpg" /&gt;&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/3082580501640916503-4549266197344672770?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/4549266197344672770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=4549266197344672770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/4549266197344672770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/4549266197344672770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-difference-coat-of-paint-makes.html' title='What a difference a coat of paint makes!'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QuqPNGFDpjE/TdQfpPFfcHI/AAAAAAAAEgE/zU77X8mE1fs/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp53648%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D327447%25253A93832%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-7276199958341788974</id><published>2011-05-15T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T14:00:56.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings by Lydia'/><title type='text'>I feel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(by Lydia Wells)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know what it is to be strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know how to put up a wall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to keep myself safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know how to be calm and to keep peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know how to look only at the surface of a thing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the depth of it will not scare me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know what it is to be stronger still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To let myself go, to weep and wail and sob,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so that I am startled by what comes out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know how to be real and true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How to share the pain of others and to open my heart to those that need me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And to bear up when the suffering of all around me is great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know what it is to be strongest of all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know &lt;i&gt;who&lt;/i&gt; it is that gives that strength that is not of myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;That perfect peace that guides my focus each moment of every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know where to turn for comfort and joy and grief counseling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know the ONE who knows my days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And numbers them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I am not afraid...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...to feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3082580501640916503-7276199958341788974?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/7276199958341788974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=7276199958341788974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/7276199958341788974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/7276199958341788974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-feel.html' title='I feel...'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-1038566014351563049</id><published>2011-05-09T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T18:35:43.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts and homemade gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospitality'/><title type='text'>Special Delivery!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bv4q8X9fpHg/Tcg-R3Cdn9I/AAAAAAAAEf0/OptMZcGcTp0/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp53645%2529nu%253D323+%252929+%2529792%2529232%253B29+883238ot1lsi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bv4q8X9fpHg/Tcg-R3Cdn9I/AAAAAAAAEf0/OptMZcGcTp0/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53645%2529nu%253D323+%252929+%2529792%2529232%253B29+883238ot1lsi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids and I have been trying to surprise at least one person a week with a special delivery. One week, I made apple-pumpkin muffins and cut up fresh fruit. We filled&amp;nbsp;2 baskets and delivered them to people that we thought needed cheering up. Last week, I made 4 loaves of banana bread and gave those away. The kids get really excited about surprising our friends and it really makes me feel so happy to bring a smile to that someone's face. ﻿I've really been focusing on creative ways to encourage other people because my friends and family do &lt;em&gt;so very much&lt;/em&gt; to encourage and lift me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd love to hear any ways that you try to lift the spirits of others. I'm needing more ideas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-1038566014351563049?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/1038566014351563049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=1038566014351563049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/1038566014351563049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/1038566014351563049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/05/special-delivery.html' title='Special Delivery!'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bv4q8X9fpHg/Tcg-R3Cdn9I/AAAAAAAAEf0/OptMZcGcTp0/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp53645%2529nu%253D323+%252929+%2529792%2529232%253B29+883238ot1lsi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-3425862179626918021</id><published>2011-05-05T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T11:21:47.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my dad'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;This weekend, on May 7th, my Dad will celebrate 58 years on this earth. The next time his birthday rolls around, he'll be celebrating in heaven with Jesus and he won't be thinking about birthdays. No, that eternal celebration will be like nothing else that Dad has ever experienced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I thought that&lt;i&gt; this&lt;/i&gt; year, on &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; birthday, I would share some of my memories of life with my Dad. Memories of earthly experiences that have a heavenly meaning for me.&lt;/span&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d4pFv7aYeqo/TcCbjauwacI/AAAAAAAAEfg/0nJ0-tjgwRo/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp533%25286%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3237+65%253B6%253B7%253B%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d4pFv7aYeqo/TcCbjauwacI/AAAAAAAAEfg/0nJ0-tjgwRo/s320/232323232%25257Ffp533%25286%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3237+65%253B6%253B7%253B%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(this photo was taken this past Christmas at our church's Christmas program.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;As long as I can remember, my Dad has been fascinated with the world around us. I remember&amp;nbsp;when we lived&amp;nbsp;in West Africa, my Dad loved to go snorkeling. He would stay out for a very long time, just marveling at the variety of life in those tropical waters. He would show us rays, urchins, colorful fish, amazing things! He was a very good swimmer and loves the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;He loved to hike and explore. I remember camping trips and hiking expeditions. My Dad taught me that even spiders have beauty, he never destroyed a web if he could help it. He was fascinated with nature and all creatures, great and small. He knew how to "rough it," none of this RV/pop-up trailer&amp;nbsp;camping for him!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;He loves the open sky and dreams of outer space. He studied the stars and planets and loved discussing astronomy with my husband, Rich. Dad loves the fact that we don't know all there is to know about this universe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, my Dad loves the oceans. He loved the jungles and forests of the earth. He is fascinated with the sky above. My Dad loves creation because it shows him so much about our Creator. My Dad loves His heavenly father and all HE has made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;This is my Father's world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;and to my listening ears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;all nature sings, and round me rings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;the music of the spheres. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;This is my Father's world: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I rest me in the thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;of rocks and trees, of skies and seas; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;his hand the wonders wrought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;This is my Father's world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;the birds their carols raise, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;the morning light, the lily white, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;declare their maker's praise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;This is my Father's world: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;he shines in all that's fair; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;in the rustling grass I hear him pass; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;he speaks to me everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;This is my Father's world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O let me ne'er forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;that though the wrong seems oft so strong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;God is the ruler yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;This is my Father's world: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;why should my heart be sad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The Lord is King; let the heavens ring! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;God reigns; let the earth be glad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bf9uZ_PEBcE/TcCbkEqh--I/AAAAAAAAEfk/nyQI2L9hEPs/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp5367%25253B%25253Enu%25253D3262%25253E%25253B45%25253E%25253A64%25253E2353%25253B45%25253B5523%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bf9uZ_PEBcE/TcCbkEqh--I/AAAAAAAAEfk/nyQI2L9hEPs/s320/232323232%25257Ffp5367%25253B%25253Enu%25253D3262%25253E%25253B45%25253E%25253A64%25253E2353%25253B45%25253B5523%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Dad used to carry Lauren on her Easter egg hunt every year before she could use her walking canes to get around. He made sure she got lots of eggs!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;My Dad loves to read. He is also a gifted writer and story teller. He knew how to teach and how to preach. I can't tell you how often I still laugh today over silly little stories that he made up when I was a kid. I will always have memories of my Dad reading and writing, studying and teaching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I know that any ability I may have in the teaching, writing, and reading arenas was passed to me through my Dad(but given to me by God). My parents are both avid readers and we always had a variety of books in the house. But the best story I ever heard at&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;Dad's&amp;nbsp;knee is the greatest story ever told. And for that I am forever grateful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Tell me the stories of Jesus I love to hear;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Things I would ask Him to tell me if He were here;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Scenes by the wayside, tales of the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Stories of Jesus, tell them to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First let me hear how the children stood round His knee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And I shall fancy His blessing resting on me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Words full of kindness, deeds full of grace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;All in the love light of Jesus’ face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Tell me, in accents of wonder, how rolled the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Tossing the boat in a tempest on Galilee;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And how the Maker, ready and kind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Chided the billows, and hushed the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Into the city I’d follow the children’s band,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Waving a branch of the palm tree high in my hand;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;One of His heralds, yes, I would sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Loudest hosannas, “Jesus is King!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Show me that scene in the garden, of bitter pain;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Show me the cross where my Savior for me was slain;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sad ones or bright ones, so that they be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Stories of Jesus—tell them to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7vnp-fszww/TcCbltt6kYI/AAAAAAAAEfo/jjQ-eaw86Yw/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp53648%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D327447%25253A93832%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7vnp-fszww/TcCbltt6kYI/AAAAAAAAEfo/jjQ-eaw86Yw/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53648%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D327447%25253A93832%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Dad with the boys about 4 years ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;My Dad loves to joke around and cut up. He has a quirky sense of humor, which I got from him. He has a quick wit and a ready smile and people always feel comfortable around him. He loves board games and movie nights. He loves junk food and making silly faces. He loves a good comic book and every Sunday he fights for his right to read the "funnies" first.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;My Dad is one of the most fun people I have ever met. I cannot ever remember him complaining or acting discouraged or depressed. I know he has suffered a number of disappointments, his life did not go the way he intended it to at all. He certainly didn't expect to leave this earth this soon (although he's very excited that it has happened sooner rather than later). Yet he has still enjoyed life and really &lt;i&gt;lived&lt;/i&gt; it despite any personal struggles , because he knows what really mattered. He has that deep, abiding joy that other people are envious of. That type of joy can only come from knowing one thing, -that the disappointments of this life are fleeting and that what waits "beyond" is worth it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;When sorrows like sea billows roll;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It is well, it is well, with my soul.&lt;span class="refrain"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It is well, with my soul,&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is well, it is well, with my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Let this blest assurance control,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And hath shed His own blood for my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;My sin, not in part but the whole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-byHcH1JBGE8/TcCbmws3H9I/AAAAAAAAEfs/dat53PlJ9WY/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-byHcH1JBGE8/TcCbmws3H9I/AAAAAAAAEfs/dat53PlJ9WY/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Doing a puzzle with Mira, summer of 2010.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;My Dad is a dreamer, a visionary. He never needed to plan too far into the future, he always seemed comfortable going wherever God led without asking too many questions. He somehow always knew that God would provide what was needed, even though sometimes he has no idea &lt;i&gt;how&lt;/i&gt; God would provide. When God called Dad to Africa as a missionary, Dad took his family and went. When God called Dad to pastor various churches over the years, Dad went, even though sometimes the cost to our family was very high and the income was very little. Looking back, I seriously have no idea how food was always on the table, other than to acknowledge that God provided. As a child with parents always in full-time ministry, I can say that it was very difficult to grow up that way. But I wouldn't change a thing. I hope my Dad knows that. I hope he has no regrets because I would not be who I am today if I had not had the life I had growing up. (Mom, I know you are reading this out loud to Dad at his bedside- make sure you tell him that. NO REGRETS, NO CHANGES! It has been a good life!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Even, now, Dad is going where God is leading and he is content to let God work His plan. Dad has always said that he wants to die well, I say that here is a man who has &lt;i&gt;lived &lt;/i&gt;well. Everyone who has ever met my father knows that he is sold out for Jesus Christ and only wants others to know Jesus too. Even after 40 years of serving the Lord, Dad is still amazed that God saved &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; and he still loves to tell other about that wondrous work done on the cross. Can you imagine when Dad finally gets to meet Jesus face-to-face at last? Do you think he will run to meet him or will he fall on his face? Or will it be Jesus running to him? My imagination fails me at this moment...it's too glorious to think about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="lyrics" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;&lt;br /&gt;Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.&lt;br /&gt;Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,&lt;br /&gt;Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;&lt;br /&gt;I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;&lt;br /&gt;Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;&lt;br /&gt;Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;&lt;br /&gt;Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;&lt;br /&gt;Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:&lt;br /&gt;Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,&lt;br /&gt;Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:&lt;br /&gt;Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;High King of Heaven, my victory won,&lt;br /&gt;May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!&lt;br /&gt;Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,&lt;br /&gt;Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QiTOYHcYvNA/TcCbnKha54I/AAAAAAAAEfw/tFk5jB45auY/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63243%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3347739%25253B%25253C732%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QiTOYHcYvNA/TcCbnKha54I/AAAAAAAAEfw/tFk5jB45auY/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63243%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3347739%25253B%25253C732%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Dad and Kimberly on a trip to visit family in Georgia in 2004) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The thing that I think that I will remember most about my Dad is his music. It seems like we always had a piano in the house...and we lived in a lot of houses growing up! We always had a guitar, a flute or recorder,and various other instruments also. Dad was always playing the piano, from classical compositions to songs he wrote about Jesus. I learned all the old hymns from him and they will always remain my favorites. Dad loved to tell the story behind a particular song, because to him, a song is more than just words. The old hymns were written by people who were on fire for Jesus, who were in awe of God's grace and mercy and it tells in the lyrics of these old songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;My Dad was a very gifted pianist and once trained at NC School of the Arts. He had dreams of being professional...and he could have been. But he chose instead to follow Jesus and live a life without fame or recognition.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;And that brings me to what I admire most about my Dad. In a world where everyone is clamoring to be recognized, he is the most humble man I have ever known. I don't know if I have ever heard my Dad actually talk about his gift for music, &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;. Everything I know about his abilities and music career, I know from my mother and others. But I know what I hear when my Dad plays the piano, and what I hear is a man who is sold out for Jesus and plays only for his heavenly Father and not the accolades of earthly beings. I have sometimes wondered why God gave my Dad such a gift for music when he has not been allowed to do anything "big" with it. No money or fame ever came from using that ability. I know he got the scholarship to the School of the Arts because of his gift. I know teaching piano paid the bills at times, I know he inspired others during his stints as worship and music leader at various churches. But those aren't &lt;i&gt;big&lt;/i&gt; things (by earhtly standards). In fact, the only thing Dad really ever did with his music was worship God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;And maybe &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; is why God gave him that gift...for worship, pure and simple. I'm inspired to take whatever gifts and abilities I may have and use them solely for worship. And isn't that what humility is? Using what you have been given by God &lt;i&gt;for&lt;/i&gt; God, and not self? Instead of using our gifts to bring recognition to ourselves, we should instead use our gifts to bring recognition to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Thank you Dad, for teaching me a lesson in humility and for teaching me what true worship is all about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;O Lord my God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;When I in awesome wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Consider all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The works Thy Hand hath made, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I see the stars, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I hear the mighty thunder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Thy pow'r throughout &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The universe displayed; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;When through the woods &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;And forest glades I wander &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I hear the birds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Sing sweetly in the trees; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;When I look down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;From lofty mountain grandeur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;And hear the brook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;And feel the gentle breeze; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Refrain:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Then sings my soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;My Savior God, to Thee, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;How great Thou art! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;How great Thou art! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Then sings my soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;My Savior God, to Thee, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;How great Thou art! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;How great Thou art! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;When Christ shall come, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;With shouts of acclamation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;And take me home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;What joy shall fill my heart! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Then I shall bow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;In humble adoration &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;And there proclaim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"My God, how great Thou art!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Refrain:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Then sings my soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;My Savior God, to Thee, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;How great Thou art! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;How great Thou art! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Then sings my soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;My Savior God, to Thee, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;How great Thou art! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;How great Thou art! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Happy birthday, Dad!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;(Do you think there are pianos in heaven?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3082580501640916503-3425862179626918021?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/3425862179626918021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=3425862179626918021&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/3425862179626918021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/3425862179626918021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad!'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d4pFv7aYeqo/TcCbjauwacI/AAAAAAAAEfg/0nJ0-tjgwRo/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp533%25286%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3237+65%253B6%253B7%253B%253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-2341317463448354426</id><published>2011-05-03T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T11:32:59.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now we know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;We adopted Mira in August of 2009. Since then, we have been scurrying around trying to found out everything that is "wrong" with her. We have no prior medical record and what we learned while in Ukraine wasn't entirely accurate anyway. We keep getting told one thing, only to later learn that maybe that "thing" isn't the case. Doctors keep telling us what they think, but so far there hasn't been real proof OR Mira hasn't lived up to expectations on what they thought.&amp;nbsp; We &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; we were adopting a little girl with only spina bifida. We understood that there would be institutional delays and issues to go along with that. We just weren't prepared for the severity of these issues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" 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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-75N2UmXMBU0/TcBFDBUxq2I/AAAAAAAAEfc/0dd40dmfNbw/s1600/Adoption+165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-75N2UmXMBU0/TcBFDBUxq2I/AAAAAAAAEfc/0dd40dmfNbw/s320/Adoption+165.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;(on the airplane coming to the USA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after all these months, I took Mira to see a geneticist.It was the best appointment we have had yet. We learned some very sad things but now at least &lt;em&gt;I KNOW&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I know that autism is a word that professionals like to throw around when they don't know what is really wrong with a child. I know that Mira does &lt;em&gt;NOT &lt;/em&gt;have autism. I know that for medical support reasons, we will continue to label her as such even though the geneticist assures me that it is only a label and not an issue Mira has. I know that Mira has moderate mental retardation caused by nine months in an alcoholic mother and minimum nine months with uncontrolled hydrocephalus and many more months of neglect. All of these things damamged different levels of the brain, so that rather than one area of the brain being damaged by all these things, many areas are damaged. Mira's mobility is obviously impaired due to Spina Bifida, but her judgement, emotions, empathy, social and sensory centers were all damaged also. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I had an amazing talk with the doctor, I feel like I finally REALLY understand what Mira's little brain has gone through. I learned so much about what the future will look like for Mira and our family. I'm a little sad that she &lt;em&gt;doesn't&lt;/em&gt; have autism, because autism is so much better in so many ways than what she &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; have, but I'm thankful that I now know what is going on. Mira will require constant, consistent care for the rest of her life, but I laid down my independence a long time ago. Right now my biggest prayer is that Mira would learn empathy, compassion, love, and all the things that usually develop in those parts of the brain. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;God is good and I am so thankful for doctors who care enough to explain every little detail of the human body and how it is so wonderfully created. In a perfect world, the human brain is an amazing thing. Only God could have made something so intricately detailed and to function so marvelously. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;If you read this blog and would like to know more about Fetal Alcohol Syndrome, neural development, spina bifida, etc. please feel free to email me anytime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:lydia@strongsignals.net"&gt;lydia@strongsignals.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-2341317463448354426?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/2341317463448354426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=2341317463448354426&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/2341317463448354426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/2341317463448354426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/05/now-we-know.html' title='Now we know...'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-75N2UmXMBU0/TcBFDBUxq2I/AAAAAAAAEfc/0dd40dmfNbw/s72-c/Adoption+165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-3844207309966908017</id><published>2011-05-02T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T18:35:43.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easy decorating'/><title type='text'>What to do with leftover paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have several 1/2 full cans of spray paint in varying colors. I hate to waste, so I save them, waiting for a small project to come along. A couple of weekends ago, while picking the girls up from a sleepover, I stumbled upon a great little yardsale. I picked up these two little items for 50 cents each. &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: center;"&gt;The first is a solid wood tray and the second&amp;nbsp;is/was a tin planter with a flower painted on it.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tzSkqd0YwQA/Tb7fift9U7I/AAAAAAAAEfM/_yKrY1128_A/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp53648%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D327447%25253A93832%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tzSkqd0YwQA/Tb7fift9U7I/AAAAAAAAEfM/_yKrY1128_A/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53648%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D327447%25253A93832%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;That planter is now jade green and holds my biscuit cutters. I like to find unique ways to keep my open kitchen shelving tidy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GvOLr61BWmU/Tb7fjnQke_I/AAAAAAAAEfQ/Dn-60tss34Q/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63243%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3347739%25253B%25253C732%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GvOLr61BWmU/Tb7fjnQke_I/AAAAAAAAEfQ/Dn-60tss34Q/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63243%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3347739%25253B%25253C732%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The wood tray was painted a light celadon green and is used to hold various candles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PsAR-V0yZRU/Tb7fklyqmcI/AAAAAAAAEfU/Rx6gvpfmRPo/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PsAR-V0yZRU/Tb7fklyqmcI/AAAAAAAAEfU/Rx6gvpfmRPo/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That above picture is old, that tray isn't even there any more. I moved it to another spot with another candle. In case y'all haven't figured it out...I move stuff around pretty regularly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next up is a desk I bought for $3 at a yardsale. It's old but solid,&amp;nbsp;and it works for a kid's room due to its small size. Kimberly has been wanting her own desk for writing stories and solving mysteries (&amp;nbsp;she is now begging for a vintage typewriter in a cool color). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k0epGCNWs5Q/Tb7fgw53ctI/AAAAAAAAEfI/5zJYWep7f8U/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633%253B3_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9474932%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k0epGCNWs5Q/Tb7fgw53ctI/AAAAAAAAEfI/5zJYWep7f8U/s320/232323232%257Ffp633%253B3_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9474932%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sorry, I had removed all the drawers and primed them before I thought to take a picture. And here is the after: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember, I'm using leftover paint, so nothing matches:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J9TWuzCyOVc/Tb7flgiDwKI/AAAAAAAAEfY/WBWua5hpUSw/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D354___3%253B_232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J9TWuzCyOVc/Tb7flgiDwKI/AAAAAAAAEfY/WBWua5hpUSw/s320/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D354___3%253B_232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿Kimberly loves her little desk and can't wait to get the typewriter. I've found several but am holding out for the perfect one in a perfect color. I love vintage typewriters, they are so cute and colorful. Fortunately there are several dealers who still make supplies for them so Kimberly will be able to type her stories the old-fashioned way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you throw your 1/2 empty spray paint cans away or save them up for future projects?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-3844207309966908017?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/3844207309966908017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=3844207309966908017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/3844207309966908017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/3844207309966908017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-to-do-with-leftover-paint.html' title='What to do with leftover paint'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tzSkqd0YwQA/Tb7fift9U7I/AAAAAAAAEfM/_yKrY1128_A/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp53648%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D327447%25253A93832%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-8564289035649422561</id><published>2011-04-26T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T18:35:43.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts and homemade gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easy decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrifting'/><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have finally finished multiple projects. Yay me! I'm hoping to show you at least three this week, if I find time to blog. &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: center;"&gt;This first one is a fun&amp;nbsp;first-time project&amp;nbsp;for me. I had been seeing all over the blogosphere that folks were repurposing their brass chandeliers. When Rich and I bought this house there was a chandelier in the dining room. We took it down immediately and threw it in the crawl space under the house. See, even way back then (10 years ago), I knew it was ugly.&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: center;"&gt;Here's mine:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qZk8gxsCYWI/TbcaU_PZbhI/AAAAAAAAEe8/_GVgK0-LXLU/s1600/232323232%257Ffp33+%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3233836+%253B269%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qZk8gxsCYWI/TbcaU_PZbhI/AAAAAAAAEe8/_GVgK0-LXLU/s320/232323232%257Ffp33+%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3233836+%253B269%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I removed all the wiring, took it apart, and spray painted it. Not necessarily in that order. I really wanted to make a hanging candle holder but it wasn't working for me. I intend to try again if I can find a freebie chandelier at some point. &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: center;"&gt;So here's what I turned that ugly piece o' brass into.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dSQoJ8WJmIk/TbcaX9b22QI/AAAAAAAAEfE/c0oWBY-bCDk/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633_%253B_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9478232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dSQoJ8WJmIk/TbcaX9b22QI/AAAAAAAAEfE/c0oWBY-bCDk/s320/232323232%257Ffp633_%253B_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9478232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qpd33K2-en4/TbcaV7UVaBI/AAAAAAAAEfA/Qy0ZTpqyVJk/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp5367%25253B%25253Enu%25253D3262%25253E%25253B45%25253E%25253A64%25253E2353%25253B45%25253B5523%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qpd33K2-en4/TbcaV7UVaBI/AAAAAAAAEfA/Qy0ZTpqyVJk/s320/232323232%25257Ffp5367%25253B%25253Enu%25253D3262%25253E%25253B45%25253E%25253A64%25253E2353%25253B45%25253B5523%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The little one is more of an architectural interest piece and the taller one makes a great pillar candle holder, don't ya think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm linking to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://linda-coastalcharm.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" http://linda-coastalcharm.blogspot.com/" border="0" src="http://i708.photobucket.com/albums/ww81/jsikes2163/shoppingbagpic2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-8564289035649422561?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/8564289035649422561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=8564289035649422561&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/8564289035649422561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/8564289035649422561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/04/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qZk8gxsCYWI/TbcaU_PZbhI/AAAAAAAAEe8/_GVgK0-LXLU/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp33+%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3233836+%253B269%253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-8168222441833482594</id><published>2011-04-26T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T12:16:39.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I pity the dragon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15nX1jybYBA/TbcZhYkG9yI/AAAAAAAAEe0/0Ynre1ftljQ/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_%253B646632%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15nX1jybYBA/TbcZhYkG9yI/AAAAAAAAEe0/0Ynre1ftljQ/s320/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_%253B646632%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I pity the dragon...and the horse. This knight in &lt;strike&gt;shining&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;plastic armor makes do with whatever steed he can get his hands on. If even if it does belong to an American Girl. What she doesn't know won't kill her, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0gE_NsALvY/TbcZji4NLQI/AAAAAAAAEe4/dlQNk0VNAaE/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9477532%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0gE_NsALvY/TbcZji4NLQI/AAAAAAAAEe4/dlQNk0VNAaE/s320/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9477532%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&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/3082580501640916503-8168222441833482594?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/8168222441833482594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=8168222441833482594&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/8168222441833482594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/8168222441833482594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-pity-dragon.html' title='I pity the dragon...'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15nX1jybYBA/TbcZhYkG9yI/AAAAAAAAEe0/0Ynre1ftljQ/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_%253B646632%253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-2371029709524745261</id><published>2011-04-18T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T06:32:26.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April is Child Abuse Prevention Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;A Prayer For Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Written By: Ina J. Hughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;We pray for children...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who give us sticky kisses, who hop on rocks and chase butterflies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who stomp in puddles and ruin their math workbooks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who can never find their shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;And we pray for those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who've never squeaked across the floor in new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;sneakers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who've never ‘counted potatoes,' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who never go to the circus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who live in an X-rated world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;We pray for children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who bring us fistfuls of dandelions and sing off key, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who have goldfish funerals, build card-table &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;forts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who slurp their cereal on purpose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who put gum in their hair, put sugar in their milk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who spit toothpaste all over the sink, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who hug us for no reason, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who bless us each night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;And we pray for those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who never get dessert, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who watch their parents watch them die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who have no safe blanket to drag behind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who can not find any bread to steal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who don't have any rooms to clean up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Whose monsters are real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;We pray for those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who spend all of their allowance before Tuesday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who throw tantrums in the grocery store, and pick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;at their food,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who like ghost stories, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who shove dirty clothes under the bed, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;nd never rinse out the tub, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who get quarters from the tooth fairy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool, \&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who squirm in church and scream on the phone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Whose tears we sometimes laugh at, and whose smiles can make us cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;And we pray for those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Whose nightmares come in the daytime, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who will eat anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who have never seen a dentist, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who aren't spoiled by anybody,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who live and move, but have no being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;We pray for children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Who want to be carried, and for those who must,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;For those we never give up on, and for those who don't have a chance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;And we pray for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zWRP2weQmYU/Taw8TNLcHFI/AAAAAAAAEew/4yU5ioSJvyM/s1600/Adoption+054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zWRP2weQmYU/Taw8TNLcHFI/AAAAAAAAEew/4yU5ioSJvyM/s320/Adoption+054.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Mira in the orphanage)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #990000;"&gt;This poem makes me cry, because it is true. I have four children who have experienced all the sweet, funny, charming, exasperating things this poem speaks of.&amp;nbsp;But I also have one little girl who has known some of the horrors mentioned in this writing. And when I look at her and think of where she has been, I am so very thankful for where she is now and hopeful about what her future holds. She is home, home, HOME! And she knows what smiles are, and what laughter is, and what a hug feels like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #990000;"&gt;Satan is trying his best to destroy what &lt;em&gt;FAMILY&lt;/em&gt; is all about. I pray every day that God will allow Rich and I to be an example of what marriage should be and what family should be, and&amp;nbsp;I pray that my children will grow up to continue the example that they learned at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #990000;"&gt;Wouldn't it be something if they all ended up adopting children someday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-2371029709524745261?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/2371029709524745261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=2371029709524745261&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/2371029709524745261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/2371029709524745261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-is-child-abuse-prevention-month.html' title='April is Child Abuse Prevention Month'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zWRP2weQmYU/Taw8TNLcHFI/AAAAAAAAEew/4yU5ioSJvyM/s72-c/Adoption+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-3816204905718514201</id><published>2011-04-11T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T07:46:17.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know I haven't been blogging very frenquently lately. So much has been going on in my life and this blog hasn't been my first priority. However, this week is a school-free week for us, since the girls are in standardized testing Monday through Wednesday, so today I am finally going to update you all! &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: center;"&gt;We are enjoying the warmer weather. We take school outside on many days, especially botany class. Even Kimberly has taken her personal journaling and drawing outdoors, just to get away from the clamor of 4 siblings inside.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tcx-czG04bI/TaL9IG43-7I/AAAAAAAAEdo/CWpWQ-zMEvU/s1600/232323232%257Ffp6339__nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3532_687_332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tcx-czG04bI/TaL9IG43-7I/AAAAAAAAEdo/CWpWQ-zMEvU/s320/232323232%257Ffp6339__nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3532_687_332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&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; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kimberly is such an awesome help around the house, entertaining her siblings and helping me with the housework. I am so blessed to have&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;her&lt;/em&gt; for my firstborn. She's a good kid! &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;Kimberly has been flying through 4th grade, although she is still doing 3rd grade math. She recently memorized the entire 145th Psalm for a speech recital our church held.&amp;nbsp;&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;At age&amp;nbsp;9, Kimberly doesn't get much opportunity to "just be a kid" and I am working on ways to make that happen. She has finally found a special friend that she can have sleepovers with and share laughs with (that&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;isn't&lt;/em&gt; related to her), that has been an answer to this mommy's prayer. Remember those special friends from your own childhood? &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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-muThZYA2fyo/TaL9JV2wEWI/AAAAAAAAEds/rAFZ4kpZC8I/s1600/232323232%257Ffp63259_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3532_6844832%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-muThZYA2fyo/TaL9JV2wEWI/AAAAAAAAEds/rAFZ4kpZC8I/s320/232323232%257Ffp63259_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3532_6844832%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿Lauren is doing great. She recently got new orthotics and walking sticks and is adapting to both. One blessing that came out of my illness is that Lauren learned to take care of her own toileting routine. She can now catheter herself and change her own pull-up. We ask for continued prayer for Lauren as we work towards getting her into real underwear this year. We are really praying that surgical intervention will not be required, but we just don't know yet. Her bowels are the main issue at this point, everything else related to Spina Bifida is under control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tQ8BxE2nQzg/TaMDzxyciTI/AAAAAAAAEdw/j7YbJeDL9xA/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp5367%25253B%25253Enu%25253D3262%25253E%25253B45%25253E%25253A64%25253E2353%25253B45%25253B5523%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tQ8BxE2nQzg/TaMDzxyciTI/AAAAAAAAEdw/j7YbJeDL9xA/s320/232323232%25257Ffp5367%25253B%25253Enu%25253D3262%25253E%25253B45%25253E%25253A64%25253E2353%25253B45%25253B5523%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lauren is still very much a little princess, a total girly-girl. She loves dress-up and Barbies and musicals. Lauren will be singing a solo in our church's Easter drama. I'm so proud of her for stepping out and doing this, because she is really not comfortable getting up in front of people. She worries that they are seeing her orthotics and crutches instead of the girl wearing them. Rich and I pray that God will really give Lauren a desire to minister to people musically and that it will inspire and encourage people to a closer walk with God and a better understanding of His perfect plan for the lives of all people, especially those with special needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5QV9EBpRGeI/TaMD31O78II/AAAAAAAAEd4/JQfamRi8HII/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp53648%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D327447%25253A93832%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5QV9EBpRGeI/TaMD31O78II/AAAAAAAAEd4/JQfamRi8HII/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53648%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D327447%25253A93832%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&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;&amp;nbsp;Brandon and Connor are still my crazy boys. They are growing up way too fast. In May they will complete kindergarten. The try my patience every day with their "boy" ways. I long for a place in the country where I can let them run wild, climbing trees and catching critters. They need to get that energy out! We do what we can on our small property, though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X5BY6Q4HH0Y/TaMEAdkABEI/AAAAAAAAEeM/2SJshwysXsg/s1600/232323232%257Ffp33+%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3233836+%253B269%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X5BY6Q4HH0Y/TaMEAdkABEI/AAAAAAAAEeM/2SJshwysXsg/s320/232323232%257Ffp33+%2529nu%253D3257%2529+9%253B%2529%253B63%2529WSNRCG%253D3233836+%253B269%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They both feed off of each other and will encourage each other to climb to new heights (literally). There isn't a tree on our property or a wall in our house they they haven't attepted to scale. &lt;em&gt;Broken collar bones are worth it.&lt;/em&gt; Bugs are their friends. Everything is a sword. New paint is meant to be picked off. Holes in walls are places to store treasure. Curtains are meant for swinging like Tarzan. So are ceiling fans. Stairs are for sliding down. &lt;em&gt;Rugs burns are worth it.&lt;/em&gt; Touching electric fences is fun. Giving other people a "jolt" by sliding your feet across carpet is hilarious. Monkeys aren't the only ones that can jump on beds. Hardwood floors are for sock-skating. &lt;em&gt;Bruised bottoms are worth it.&lt;/em&gt; Twin brothers are God's way of giving you a wrestling partner. Sharing a bed means sharing a wrestling ring. &lt;em&gt;Parents yelling up the stairs all evening to "Stop that!" is worth it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tpKkA1WgZeg/TaMD5HRYqyI/AAAAAAAAEd8/6tcWDruIgAU/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tpKkA1WgZeg/TaMD5HRYqyI/AAAAAAAAEd8/6tcWDruIgAU/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53677%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D3262%25253C3995%25253B32%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They boys are thriving, alive and well, and it is only by the grace of God. I am seriously surprised that they have had no serious injuries yet. And I am also surprised at how often and well I laugh at/with them. A mother of twin sons either lives in constant fear or knows no fear...cuz it just ain't worth it:) God is in control and I gave my boys to Him a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d3orfcYKHl4/TaMD219l-5I/AAAAAAAAEd0/EU6D6kjPzhA/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp53645%2529nu%253D323+%252929+%2529792%2529232%253B29+883238ot1lsi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d3orfcYKHl4/TaMD219l-5I/AAAAAAAAEd0/EU6D6kjPzhA/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53645%2529nu%253D323+%252929+%2529792%2529232%253B29+883238ot1lsi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mira is doing so well. I am starting to really believe that her autism is institutional and that *possibly* she can outgrow it. In 6 months, her speech and cognitive development has jumped from that of a 12 month old to that of a nearly 3 year old. That is huge! She is beginning to use complete sentences and make her needs known. This is so much better than the guessing game we were continually playing. Communication is the key for peace of mind for parents and their kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lUqvlmeABz4/TaMD-22ZuAI/AAAAAAAAEeI/pf9uIzJVJCo/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D354___3%253B_232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lUqvlmeABz4/TaMD-22ZuAI/AAAAAAAAEeI/pf9uIzJVJCo/s320/232323232%257Ffp633_8_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D354___3%253B_232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mira still struggles with echolalia and this is the one thing that really gets on my nerves. I'm being completely honest here. I know a lot of adoptive moms read my blog, and I struggle with how open to be concerning our struggles, I would never want to turn people away from adopting. Please feel free to email me if you are having struggles with an older adopted child or FAS, RAD, autism, etc. Anyway, back to echolalia....I have to bite my tongue any time this crops up, I know it isn't Mira's fault...but still SO annoying. But....it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; getting better. If we could get this worked out, Mira would probably no longer need speech therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rjz1lba2yzM/TaMD96w6jMI/AAAAAAAAEeE/6H_8G121dDo/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633%253B3_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9474932%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rjz1lba2yzM/TaMD96w6jMI/AAAAAAAAEeE/6H_8G121dDo/s320/232323232%257Ffp633%253B3_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9474932%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The big prayer request for Mira right now is her weight. She is still not really gaining weight or growing fast enough. We start genetic testing in a few weeks (which had to be put off due to my winter illness) and are hoping to find out an underlying cause for her problems. There is definitely a metabolic problem. We are also hoping to find out if Mira has any other genetic disorders. She seems to have so many things already (sigh)...poor kid. Arthrogryposis, Spina Bifida, RAD, FAS, Autism, and definitely some GI issues. God knew all this before her life began and for some reason He chose our family to be hers, so He definitely knows we can provide for her care...which sometimes I honestly wonder about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira is working on weight-bearing and trying to be mobile right now. I honestly believe she will spend her life in a wheelchair, but we are giving her every opportunity to make it otherwise. She is learning to dress herself, and we hope to have that down pat by the summer. Giving a special-needs child even just a little bit of independence is HUGE for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ft3uHTnrDv0/TaMD8FU1rII/AAAAAAAAEeA/Qe3_NfPUI60/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63245%25253Enu%25253D3347%25253E67%25253B%25253E966%25253E243867%25253B%25253A5723%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ft3uHTnrDv0/TaMD8FU1rII/AAAAAAAAEeA/Qe3_NfPUI60/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63245%25253Enu%25253D3347%25253E67%25253B%25253E966%25253E243867%25253B%25253A5723%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rich is still plugging away at IBM. We thank God everyday for a steady job and a steady income. Rich is very involved in our church and loves serving alongside others in our church family. Rich also enjoys helping other Christian families and churches&amp;nbsp;set up websites for their businesses. Right now, his big "thing" is Stargate. He working his way through all the series and all the movies, and even some of the books! I thank God every day for my man, he is such a good provider and father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting back to "normal," whatever that is:)&amp;nbsp; My bout with mono really set me back some and it is taking time to get back into the swing of things. I'm&amp;nbsp;loving the warmer weather (some days have been in the 80s) and have enjoyed painting outside as well as reading on the hammock. Life is sweet right now, filled with friends, children, family and laughter. I thank God continuously for&amp;nbsp;the many joys in my life. He is so good to me! I know I've shared this with you before but I'm sharing it again because it is such a sweet reminder of His overwhelming goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/w0pPKKOM3gA" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you counting your many blessings?﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-3816204905718514201?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/3816204905718514201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=3816204905718514201&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/3816204905718514201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/3816204905718514201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/04/update-on-us.html' title='Update on Us'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tcx-czG04bI/TaL9IG43-7I/AAAAAAAAEdo/CWpWQ-zMEvU/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp6339__nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3532_687_332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-7552438226052354761</id><published>2011-04-09T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T18:35:43.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easy decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical treasures'/><title type='text'>It's been a long time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's been a long time since I've posted anything. I'm still painting (the weather has been so nice lately) and decorating, just too &lt;strike&gt;lazy&lt;/strike&gt; busy to blog about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love vintage art that has a known history behind it. I love it even more if it's something a family member made &lt;i&gt;and &lt;/i&gt;if it ties in with my whole "cottage" scheme. My mom is an amazing seamtress/fabric crafter.She does beautiful embroidery. Check this out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0oy4dH6d5Uo/TaCvcReOQUI/AAAAAAAAEdc/yZsviE_LfWo/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp63245%25253Enu%25253D3347%25253E67%25253B%25253E966%25253E243867%25253B%25253A5723%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0oy4dH6d5Uo/TaCvcReOQUI/AAAAAAAAEdc/yZsviE_LfWo/s320/232323232%25257Ffp63245%25253Enu%25253D3347%25253E67%25253B%25253E966%25253E243867%25253B%25253A5723%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look at that detail! This "picture" is quite large, so many years ago my Mom had a custom frame made for this piece. The frame is beautiful solid wood, but dark. Too dark for the light colors in my home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xvJDBd2oJDY/TaCvdKNupRI/AAAAAAAAEdg/cRdHuF4Ugqw/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp53648%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D327447%25253A93832%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xvJDBd2oJDY/TaCvdKNupRI/AAAAAAAAEdg/cRdHuF4Ugqw/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53648%25253Enu%25253D3257%25253E%25253A9%25253B%25253E%25253B63%25253EWSNRCG%25253D327447%25253A93832%25253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So, of course I painted the frame. I really love how this piece of embroidery looks in my kitchen. Every single detail, even the brick wall behind the milk jug is hand embroidered by my Mom. Pretty special, eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o7K3xBrxKm4/TaCvd9UToFI/AAAAAAAAEdk/L9Sn2LE6ueI/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp53645%2529nu%253D323+%252929+%2529792%2529232%253B29+883238ot1lsi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o7K3xBrxKm4/TaCvd9UToFI/AAAAAAAAEdk/L9Sn2LE6ueI/s320/232323232%25257Ffp53645%2529nu%253D323+%252929+%2529792%2529232%253B29+883238ot1lsi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Mom also recently gave me a milk jug similar to the one pictured in her embroidery. The jug belonged to my grandmother and before that to my great-uncle who was a dairy farmer in Virginia. I'm in the process of stripping and sealing it (it was painted with lead paint) and re-painting it. Maybe someday you'll get to see it. I'm still trying to decide what to do with it, it's quite large. My grandmother used it as an umbrella stand. I'll probably put it on the hearth with a plant in it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you have any family heirlooms or pieces of interest that have been handed down to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-7552438226052354761?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/7552438226052354761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=7552438226052354761&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/7552438226052354761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/7552438226052354761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-been-long-time.html' title='It&amp;#39;s been a long time...'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0oy4dH6d5Uo/TaCvcReOQUI/AAAAAAAAEdc/yZsviE_LfWo/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp63245%25253Enu%25253D3347%25253E67%25253B%25253E966%25253E243867%25253B%25253A5723%25253Aot1lsi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-5485634445810131543</id><published>2011-04-01T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T06:34:31.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good grief...we need some good climbing trees in our yard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sDXGlgGyMPw/TZXTqZSKHUI/AAAAAAAAEb8/uwGA_Aj25v8/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp5367%25253B%25253Enu%25253D3262%25253E%25253B45%25253E%25253A64%25253E2353%25253B45%25253B5523%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sDXGlgGyMPw/TZXTqZSKHUI/AAAAAAAAEb8/uwGA_Aj25v8/s320/232323232%25257Ffp5367%25253B%25253Enu%25253D3262%25253E%25253B45%25253E%25253A64%25253E2353%25253B45%25253B5523%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My kids love to climb. They climb the walls, they climb the furniture, they climb trees that clearly cannot hold their weight. Many branches have been broken around here. There have been many falls and many yells of, "Help me, Mommy, I'm stuck!" We need some good climbing trees! Still dreaming of that place in the country...unfortunately by the time we get it, the kids will be too old for climbing. But the grandkids won't be:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-5485634445810131543?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/5485634445810131543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=5485634445810131543&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/5485634445810131543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/5485634445810131543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-griefwe-need-some-good-climbing.html' title='Good grief...we need some good climbing trees in our yard!'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sDXGlgGyMPw/TZXTqZSKHUI/AAAAAAAAEb8/uwGA_Aj25v8/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp5367%25253B%25253Enu%25253D3262%25253E%25253B45%25253E%25253A64%25253E2353%25253B45%25253B5523%25253Aot1lsi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-2473927963169622842</id><published>2011-03-21T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T18:35:43.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easy decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrifting'/><title type='text'>Coffee Table</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I bought this coffee table just after New Year's. I found it at Goodwill for $12 and grabbed it up. I loved how rustic it looked and also how solid and heavy it is. I knew it needed some paint but for $12, it was a steal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_nCs-BhRf4w/TYeVvuV3E2I/AAAAAAAAEbs/oUDhaUMJUbw/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp5367%25253B%25253Enu%25253D3262%25253E%25253B45%25253E%25253A64%25253E2353%25253B45%25253B5523%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_nCs-BhRf4w/TYeVvuV3E2I/AAAAAAAAEbs/oUDhaUMJUbw/s320/232323232%25257Ffp5367%25253B%25253Enu%25253D3262%25253E%25253B45%25253E%25253A64%25253E2353%25253B45%25253B5523%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;First I sprayed it with Krylon's Ivory. The table had stains and rough spots,it was pretty beat up...therefore, no sanding was required. I usually only sand items that are slick or glossy in order to give it a good surface to stick to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vtmIfjwsl_A/TYeVx0izkBI/AAAAAAAAEbw/lhgQ-UYlVII/s1600/232323232%257Ffp6324__nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9648_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vtmIfjwsl_A/TYeVx0izkBI/AAAAAAAAEbw/lhgQ-UYlVII/s320/232323232%257Ffp6324__nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9648_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After spraying it, I went over it with antiquing glaze. I love glazing! It gave the coffee table the rustic look I wanted. It looks old and vintage now (at least I think so). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2lKIGGGJzRk/TYeVzkadikI/AAAAAAAAEb0/FSsxRScoWWU/s1600/232323232%257Ffp63258_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487__83_632%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2lKIGGGJzRk/TYeVzkadikI/AAAAAAAAEb0/FSsxRScoWWU/s320/232323232%257Ffp63258_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487__83_632%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The trick is to not wipe too much of the glaze off, let some it stick behind. It looks like industrial grease, or something to that effect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XZI1QMDuVNs/TYeV1Hmw-4I/AAAAAAAAEb4/esixt-EKb9M/s1600/232323232%257Ffp63259_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_%253B523532%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XZI1QMDuVNs/TYeV1Hmw-4I/AAAAAAAAEb4/esixt-EKb9M/s320/232323232%257Ffp63259_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_%253B523532%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It really looks better in person, I don't have the best camera for blogging this type of thing. &lt;br /&gt;How do you like that pillow? Found it at TJ Maxx last week. It was a splurge but is perfect for me, since it says "tea" in French and then lists several types of tea. French and Tea are two of my favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More projects in the works. I am loving spring and spray paint! Linking to: &lt;a href="http://linda-coastalcharm.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" http://linda-coastalcharm.blogspot.com/" border="0" src="http://i708.photobucket.com/albums/ww81/jsikes2163/shoppingbagpic2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-2473927963169622842?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/2473927963169622842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=2473927963169622842&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/2473927963169622842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/2473927963169622842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/03/coffee-table.html' title='Coffee Table'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_nCs-BhRf4w/TYeVvuV3E2I/AAAAAAAAEbs/oUDhaUMJUbw/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp5367%25253B%25253Enu%25253D3262%25253E%25253B45%25253E%25253A64%25253E2353%25253B45%25253B5523%25253Aot1lsi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-4664170917687925057</id><published>2011-03-21T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T17:18:00.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite posts'/><title type='text'>ROFL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In case you didn't know, ROFL means "rolling on floor laughing." While I don't actually roll on the floor, I do laugh a lot. Having five kids is so good for the soul. Kids are hysterical. You may not find this story funny, but I wanted to document it for my own sake. &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: center;"&gt;My kids are constantly inventing things. What this really means is that toys get purposely&amp;nbsp;taken apart&amp;nbsp;in order to create new things. It also means that string and tape get used in obscene amounts around here. I don't complain too much, I believe in letting the kids get creative, as long as nothing important or special is destroyed in the process. Remember the "bad" neighbor kid in Toy Story? All those mix n' match monster toys he created? Sometimes I find things that look like that around here.&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: center;"&gt;Other times I find things like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ACccC5No7N0/TYeRZk6CoOI/AAAAAAAAEbo/V5jDt8fQvF0/s1600/232323232%257Ffp63268_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D356648498_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ACccC5No7N0/TYeRZk6CoOI/AAAAAAAAEbo/V5jDt8fQvF0/s320/232323232%257Ffp63268_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D356648498_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I found this on top of the boys dresser. It case you can't tell, that is a maxi pad wrapped around a bracelet and attached to a book. When I asked Brandon what it was, he informed me that Lauren made it for him so he could carry the book around. It's a book handle. &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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ye9HxtnIlz8/TYeRYm-N79I/AAAAAAAAEbk/BY2m_qOC34g/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633_%253B_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9478232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ye9HxtnIlz8/TYeRYm-N79I/AAAAAAAAEbk/BY2m_qOC34g/s320/232323232%257Ffp633_%253B_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9478232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm still laughing over this. I still have no idea why Lauren thought it was ok to "publicize" a maxi pad. Yes, she knows what it is and what it is for. Every year (started spring 2010) I take the girls away for a weekend for girl talk." Sometimes it will be with another mommy and her girls, sometimes it's just us. Last year, my girls got baskets filled with stuff that we were going to "discuss" over the weekend. Deodorant, razors, pads, washcloths, etc. Every year we talk about the facts of life (what I think they need to know), what it means to be a Christian girl in today's world, and what a keeper of the home really is. I love my special talks with my girls, and that one weekend a year carries into the year with open communication and trust all year long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to finish the story...I asked Brandon how he was supposed to actually read the book since it was held shut by the pad. He peeled one side of the pad back, showed me how to read the book and then slapped it back on. I was biting my lip to keep from laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I had to "undo" this invention. It just wasn't appropriate with all the kids we have over on a regular basis. What funny kid inventions have you seen lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-4664170917687925057?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/4664170917687925057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=4664170917687925057&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/4664170917687925057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/4664170917687925057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/03/rofl.html' title='ROFL!'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ACccC5No7N0/TYeRZk6CoOI/AAAAAAAAEbo/V5jDt8fQvF0/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp63268_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D356648498_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-2411637457941559098</id><published>2011-03-16T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T18:35:43.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easy decorating'/><title type='text'>Days made for painting...and adding "spring" to the home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Years ago, when my brother worked for a moving company, he was given two chairs which the owners didn't want in their new home. He gave them to me. They are heavy and pretty solid. I don't usually pass up on free chairs, extra seating in our home is always nice to have. Here is one of them on my back porch, which looks really rough after a winter of neglect. &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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ighxJITvg9I/TYDnXx4EVnI/AAAAAAAAEbU/r84iB2hmqvs/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp5367%25253B%25253Enu%25253D3262%25253E%25253B45%25253E%25253A64%25253E2353%25253B45%25253B5523%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ighxJITvg9I/TYDnXx4EVnI/AAAAAAAAEbU/r84iB2hmqvs/s320/232323232%25257Ffp5367%25253B%25253Enu%25253D3262%25253E%25253B45%25253E%25253A64%25253E2353%25253B45%25253B5523%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I spray painted one of the chairs gray and the other one jade,&amp;nbsp;using Krylon, which I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iu9dwiOZxaw/TYDnZ4HKacI/AAAAAAAAEbY/d1MUO2CACGQ/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633_%253B_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9478232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iu9dwiOZxaw/TYDnZ4HKacI/AAAAAAAAEbY/d1MUO2CACGQ/s320/232323232%257Ffp633_%253B_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9478232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I decided that since I was adding newly painted chairs to my living room, I needed to rearrange everything and create a cozy seating area as well as add some spring vignettes. Here is one of my spring displays before I put my new tablecloth on the table, which you will see later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BFzDqVES82M/TYDnckUFLLI/AAAAAAAAEbc/eZcsZfqGDK0/s1600/232323232%257Ffp6324__nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9648_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BFzDqVES82M/TYDnckUFLLI/AAAAAAAAEbc/eZcsZfqGDK0/s320/232323232%257Ffp6324__nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9648_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is our living room! I love it! There is enough seating for a crowd if we need it. The kids and I love to gather around the coffee table (which is a project I will work on at a later time) and read our history lesson together. I am also going to paint the bench and already have a phrase picked out that I will stencil on the seat. Look for the coffee table and bench in future posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IBUYkFKjGLk/TYDnhahrfBI/AAAAAAAAEbg/82-YeEfUccs/s1600/232323232%257Ffp63258_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487__83_632%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IBUYkFKjGLk/TYDnhahrfBI/AAAAAAAAEbg/82-YeEfUccs/s320/232323232%257Ffp63258_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487__83_632%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿See my beautiful new tablecloth in the background there? My sweet friend gave that to me. I just love it, very "shabby" and cottage-y. I have no idea what that white spot is on my blanket basket which is under the table. And who can spot my cat's hiney? And Lauren's leg? Another project you can look for in the future...see that chair next to the fireplace? The dark wood one? My friend gave me two of these, they are antiques with twine seats...but the seats are very damaged. I think I can remove the seats and upholster them. I also want to paint the chairs. I'm still thinking through this project, so it may have to wait until this summer. First comes the coffee table and the bench! And a couple of other things that are currently in the works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What are projects are you working on right now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-2411637457941559098?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/2411637457941559098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=2411637457941559098&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/2411637457941559098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/2411637457941559098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/03/days-made-for-paintingand-adding-to.html' title='Days made for painting...and adding &amp;quot;spring&amp;quot; to the home.'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ighxJITvg9I/TYDnXx4EVnI/AAAAAAAAEbU/r84iB2hmqvs/s72-c/232323232%25257Ffp5367%25253B%25253Enu%25253D3262%25253E%25253B45%25253E%25253A64%25253E2353%25253B45%25253B5523%25253Aot1lsi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-5423870014174419362</id><published>2011-03-14T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T05:16:31.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorgeous weather!</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love when the first warm days of the new year arrive? I do! The Bradford Pear trees that line our property are blooming, the forsythia bush is aglow in sunny color, and the temperatures are occasionally hitting 70 degrees Farenheit around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this time of year! The paint projects get carried outdoors and the wheels of my mind are turning to decorating projects. Last night I completely rearranged my living room...again:) I have 4 different projects in the works, which will be shown on my other blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are really enjoying the weather. Every moment that they can, they spend climbing trees, picking flowers, making chalk drawings on the driveway, biking and pogo-hopping. Every thing comes alive in the spring, including kids who have spent way too many hours playing Playstation while their mommy was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've switched out most of our wardrobes and we are wearing sandals and flip-flops on a regular basis now. The boys are in short sleeves (they can throw on a jacket if chilly) and the girls and I are wearing dresses and skirts a little more frequently. I've already been asked when we will be going swimming...not quite yet, my dears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeschool is more fun because we can take it outdoors more. Reading on the hammock is so restful. Botany class has more meaning in the spring and the kids are soaking up the information regarding the green kingdom. We use nature in our math examples and story problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and did I mention that I get to paint stuff again? Paint doesn't "set up" right in the winter months. I love spring! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&amp;nbsp; God, For spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-5423870014174419362?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/5423870014174419362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=5423870014174419362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/5423870014174419362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/5423870014174419362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/03/gorgeous-weather.html' title='Gorgeous weather!'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-558673826681659017</id><published>2011-03-11T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T18:35:43.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids in the kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Recipes'/><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are trying to add more green food to our plates this month. And by green, I don't mean healthy. I mean &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GREEN &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;in honor of St. Patrick's Day which we celebrate this month. We eat healthy green veggies all the time, so that doesn't count. We are trying to add items that we don't make on a regular basis. &lt;/span&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: center;"&gt;Lauren made green spiral cookies. These are so fun to make and we can change the color up for any season or holiday. We don't make cookies much during the winter and spring because I get so burnt out on baking sweets during the holiday season, so this was a real treat for our family. Yummy!&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vqL-WzSDIz4/TXosYPtDWxI/AAAAAAAAEbI/D05qmoa4sWA/s1600/232323232%257Ffp633_%253B_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9478232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vqL-WzSDIz4/TXosYPtDWxI/AAAAAAAAEbI/D05qmoa4sWA/s320/232323232%257Ffp633_%253B_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9478232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brandon tried his hand at following the recipe for Watergate Salad. Or is it Waldorf? I love both salads (the other one is made with apples) and they are both named after hotels but everyone I talk to disagrees on which salad is called what...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This one has mini marshmallows and lime pudding in the mix. Pineapples and walnuts and&amp;nbsp;Cool Whip, oh my! Just delish!&amp;nbsp;Again, this is something that I don't make often because I almost never have mini marshmallows or Cool whip on hand. Although...this is so easy, I should have the kids make it more often.&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nNwBtGCys_E/TXosW2pp3HI/AAAAAAAAEbE/0pOdinLYra4/s1600/232323232%25257Ffp5367%25253B%25253Enu%25253D3262%25253E%25253B45%25253E%25253A64%25253E2353%25253B45%25253B5523%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nNwBtGCys_E/TXosW2pp3HI/AAAAAAAAEbE/0pOdinLYra4/s320/232323232%25257Ffp5367%25253B%25253Enu%25253D3262%25253E%25253B45%25253E%25253A64%25253E2353%25253B45%25253B5523%25253Aot1lsi.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy St Patrick's month! Have you researched it's origins yet? Go do it and then make something green for your family to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-558673826681659017?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/558673826681659017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=558673826681659017&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/558673826681659017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/558673826681659017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/03/st-patrick-month.html' title='St. Patrick&amp;#39;s Month'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vqL-WzSDIz4/TXosYPtDWxI/AAAAAAAAEbI/D05qmoa4sWA/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp633_%253B_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_9478232%253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-591435209575459886</id><published>2011-03-05T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T18:35:43.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospitality'/><title type='text'>Hospitality Link-up party and a give-away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, let's try this. It may not work and I may not do it again. I thought  it would be fun to tell about a time that we showed hospitality (or  received it) in the last month, in order to encourage others to do the  same. I'll go first: &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;In February, we decided to have several families over at one time, since I had been sick for almost two months and our hospitality had really suffered. Since I am still recouperating, I really needed to keep things simple and easy. Here is the meal: Spiral ham, baked mac n' cheese, broccoli salad, rolls, chocolate pies with cool whip and strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1x8Z-v3WYJ4/TXI8hMr7muI/AAAAAAAAEas/L9dpBqQWfP0/s1600/232323232%257Ffp63268_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D356647_95_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1x8Z-v3WYJ4/TXI8hMr7muI/AAAAAAAAEas/L9dpBqQWfP0/s320/232323232%257Ffp63268_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D356647_95_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The mac n' cheese is my own recipe that I adapted from others. It is super yummy and so easy. The nice thing about it is that I can cook the noodles a day in advance, then all I have to do on the day we have guests is to put it together and in the oven. The broccoli salad can be made the day of and refrigerated until guests arrive. The pies were made that morning. I also cut the strawberries that morning. One of my friends brought the rolls, so I didn't even have to worry about bread which was so nice. I tried something new with the ham and stuck it in a crockpot all day. It worked really well since I didn't have to use up oven space (which I needed for the mac n' cheese). Next time I will cook it for a shorter length of time since it was a little dry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seating arrangements for a crowd:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-baRqgj8gG3o/TXI8kFQlcsI/AAAAAAAAEaw/2Ytub23A35Y/s1600/232323232%257Ffp63259_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3532_6844832%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-baRqgj8gG3o/TXI8kFQlcsI/AAAAAAAAEaw/2Ytub23A35Y/s320/232323232%257Ffp63259_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3532_6844832%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Adults were at a long folding table (borrowed from a friend) in the living room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dBLkBw3bjn8/TXI8lpWAniI/AAAAAAAAEa0/jfoMM8xVba8/s1600/232323232%257Ffp63259_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_%253B523532%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dBLkBw3bjn8/TXI8lpWAniI/AAAAAAAAEa0/jfoMM8xVba8/s320/232323232%257Ffp63259_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3487_%253B523532%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Boys were in the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-c9mYGRb9LwM/TXI8nU7PGRI/AAAAAAAAEa4/_Oqo_ss6BHU/s1600/232323232%257Ffp6339__nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3532_687_332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-c9mYGRb9LwM/TXI8nU7PGRI/AAAAAAAAEa4/_Oqo_ss6BHU/s320/232323232%257Ffp6339__nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D3532_687_332%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Girls were in the schoolroom at the coffee table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used paper goods for the kids, so they could just throw their own stuff away when they were finished and then go play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids had a ball with all their friends, playing indoors and outdoors. Once it got dark, I think they all played "Spies" and tag. There's nothing like a yard full of laughing, screaming kids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We adults visited a little during dinner. Next time, I would definitely like more of a chance to chat but we pulled out a comedy DVD for our guests after the meal was over on this particular occasion. Some of our guests were/are going through some tough times and laughter always makes everything better...at least that's what I think. And boy, did we laugh. I absolutely love laughing and joking with my friends, there's almost nothing better. The gal pals that I am closest to are the ones I can laugh with and let my hair down with. They are the friends who know I have a really weird laugh that I hate...does anyone else hate their laugh?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I would definitely change the fact that we didn't have as much conversation as I would have like. And I would change the fact that the ham was so dry. But other than that...I think this hospitality venture turned out ok. I am most thankful for the friendships that Rich and I develop through opening our home to others and so very thankful that my kids get so excited about having guests over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now your turn! If you have a blog, post about a time during this past month (February) that you showed hospitality to someone in your home. Tell me the pros and cons, what you would change, what you loved. Don't feel like you have to post photos. Leave a comment telling me that you are posting so I can visit your blog. If you don't have a blog, leave a comment telling me about your hospitality experience. All comments will be entered in the give-away. I still haven't decided what that is yet....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes, I am still working on that linky button for this hospitality party. I have the design and the saying/motto all completed. I just need to figure out how it works on Blogger...I'm no techie, that's for sure!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for joining me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3082580501640916503-591435209575459886?l=themommypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/feeds/591435209575459886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3082580501640916503&amp;postID=591435209575459886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/591435209575459886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3082580501640916503/posts/default/591435209575459886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themommypages.blogspot.com/2011/03/hospitality-link-up-party-and-give-away.html' title='Hospitality Link-up party and a give-away'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05528794115926285427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YXflpvz9fOE/SnQ8Z3j9b1I/AAAAAAAADk0/gYum35Fp7iw/S220/232323232%257Ffp533%253A6%253Enu%253D3262%253E%253B45%253E%253A5%253B%253E2353%253B45%253B4%253C23%253Aot1lsi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1x8Z-v3WYJ4/TXI8hMr7muI/AAAAAAAAEas/L9dpBqQWfP0/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp63268_nu%253D3257__9%253B_%253B63_WSNRCG%253D356647_95_32%253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082580501640916503.post-4069492498731822776</id><published>2011-03-03T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T05:35:44.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Poo Method'/><title type='text'>How I Wash my Hair</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to do this post for a while now. I've had several friends ask me about my "no shampoo" method of cleaning my hair and the story behind it. Before I start, let me say that it took me a couple of months to make the decision to switch to this way of cleaning my hair and I know that this isn't for everyone. The "no-poo" method (Rich thinks that name is hysterical) actually works better for certain hair types, I have heard. And you have to be willing to experiment and research a bit. I suggest these sites to get you started: &lt;a href="http://www.instructables.com/id/How-to-Go-No-Poo/"&gt;No-poo Instructable&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.naturemoms.com/no-shampoo-alternative.html"&gt;Nature Moms.&lt;/a&gt; So, here's my story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;In early 2010, I "overheard" two of my friends on FB discussing the no-poo method of cleaning their hair. I was curious, so I asked my friend &lt;a href="http://www.matternfamily.com/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; (who had been doing it for 6 months at that time) about it. She told me the name of the method (no-poo) and explained to me how she washes her hair. So, I got online and did some research. Apparently, this method of cleaning hair has been around a while, it's not just some new hippie thing. Shampoos are full of sylicones and chemicals and unhealthy stuff. The skin on the head is very thin so the body will absorb these chemical more easily. This is why doctors tell pregnant women not to color or perm their hair, it's not safe to have those harmful substances entering the body. I'm game for most things that I consider to be healthier alternatives, so I decided to give it a try. BUT...I was willing to call a stop to it if at anytime I felt that it wasn't really worth it, despite being healthier. I think in everything, you have to weigh the pros and cons for YOU and your family and consider the costs (not just monetary) involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;In early June of 2010, I stopped using shampoo (I used my remaining bottles of shampoo as body wash- I hate waste) and begin going no-poo.&amp;nbsp; That sounds funny.... The process has changed for me over the past 9 months so I'll just give you a summary of the process. The no-poo journey will look different for everyone depending on hair type. Let me start by saying that I have wavy hair that holds curl extremely well, for days on end.&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Before going no-poo, I wasn't too crazy about my hair. It was dry and hard to control the frizz on humid days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;I used shampoo and conditioner every time I washed my hair (every 2-3 days before going no-poo) and I worshiped Sun Silk's Smoothing Creme. If I wanted smooth hair, I had to blow dry my hair straight, then put the smoothing cream on, then curl the ends for bounce and body. I realize that that is a lot less than most women do to their hair but I absolutely hate spending time in the bathroom getting ready each day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;At first, I stuck to my schedule of cleaning my hair every 2 to 3 days. I take a lot of baths, so I just put my hair up when I don't want to wash it. Mmmm....I love a bubble bath. To start with, I used a baking soda wash and an apple cider vinegar rinse. I put about 1/3 cup of baking soda in an empty water bottle (1/2 Liter) and filled the rest with water. After shaking it up, this should look like cloudy water. I would wet my hair and pour about 1/2 cup of this on my hair and massage it in and then rinse it off. Baking soda is a great cleaner for just about anything. I keep a box of baking soda in my bathroom for refills. I really missed the foamy suds and the fruity smell of shampoo at first, but now I don't at all. For me, the benefits of no-poo outweigh the benefits of scented shampoo. After washing with the baking soda water, I would rinse with watered-down apple cider vinegar. I had a half-full bottle in my cabinet, so I just topped it off with water and stored it in the bathroom. I would pour a little over my hair, massage it in, then rinse it off. This works really great on dry and/or frizzy hair. It is very strong smelling, but once my hair was dry, I couldn't smell it. I have friends who use essential oils in plain white vinegar to add scent but after trying that once, I hated it. My hair just smells like hair...nothing fancy. After 1 week of trying this new method out, I noticed that my hair wasn't as dry and that, even on humid days, my hair didn't have the frizz factor it did before. That was a huge selling point for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I did this way of washing for several months, then I hit a rough patch. My hair developed a more oily spot in the back where I sleep. Because I wasn't coating my hair in fake stuff or using products to keep the natural oils at bay, my hair was becoming it's real self.&amp;nbsp; I did some research and found that most folks hit a rough patch after 2 to 3 months. I read several suggestions and decided to stop using the apple cider vinegar rinse, since it works best on dry hair and my hair was no longer really dry or brittle. I also decided to try and wait longer in-between hair washing. I'm being really transparent here, because I know what you are going to think when I tell you that I now only clean my hair once a week. I'm not dirty- I promise!!! I wash my body every day!!!! Really!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;I think if you want to try this for yourself, you have to give yourself several months to learn what your hair is really like and what way of washing works for you. I have heard that some people are totally surprised when they find out what lovely hair they really have. One friend of mine discovered she had beautiful curls once she removed all the products from her hair! Another friend says that her hair is thicker than ever. As for me, my hair is now growing faster than it did when I was on prenatal vitamins, it is thick and healthy. I don't struggle with frizz like I did before. Most days, I just roll out of bed, pull a brush through my hair and it looks nice enough to go out in public. I use no products whatsoever, other than the baking soda rinse now. I blow dry my hair about once a month if I'm in a hurry to get out the door and I use my curling iron a couple of times a month when I want to feel "fancier." I get a lot of compliments on my hair and many people have asked me if I color my hair. Nope. Nada. I'm product free when it comes to my hair, that includes hair color. I think the baking soda just makes my hair really clean and probably lightened it some...who knows?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I hope this answers your questions. Let me know if you want any more info- I'm glad to help! &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class
